Wow, how sweeping, how to order moods, I now was that necessary, namely snowfall, and it is of such force that wanted to rip his cap, and lifting up his hands to shout to the world that I feel good…

…how cool, even smoke don't want to, although I, the first thing coming out of the house, always opened a fresh pack of "Java»…

… and there is no, quit Smoking all OK?? bear…

… right, I would even say – pull, but I said that I will not spoil this impression of smoke, so I won't…

… the guy said-the guy made!

… all the more that cigarettes remained homes on the bedside table…

"Hey, kid, good evening, can I bum a cigarette? No Smoking? That's right, that's good."

… well sweeps, as in childhood, the snow remained the same, remained the same impression, a sense of joy, a sense of celebration and carelessness, though it was much faster to pass, and I was different.

Okay, it's getting cold, like, and to work early, a moment of weakness has passed, went to bed.

***

Mobile phone call:

Sleeping? Senia, your you the domes, is already a planning meeting was held.

– Yes? How much now? Oh, looks like the battery on the alarm went out.

– Great, take her with you, she'll definitely end up in your anus, but it'll be the lesser of two evils, everything else in the bigger office, UP.

Well, that's how Monday morning usually starts, with a gentle but strong word from the boss in the phone. It is, of course, a little cry, puserdata, will have the whole day to walk inflated, to pretend not seeing me, and ever will throw me out with the job. But for now, I'm a sales REP for surrogate juices that don't want to move forward in the market, and I'll probably be sent several times today to… several times to… and maybe even hear from the saleswoman all the pain from the sales reps who visited her to me today.

Take a folder with the presentation of the product, make a wider smile and happy to enter the new pavilion proclaiming: "Hello"!

And in the evening, suddenly remembering the night a moment of weakness, involuntarily suffocating sadness. But really, my Dad was driving the old six, his mother worked at the school for peanuts, but just enough, valued life, rather than buy, my parents were not like me now, and maybe it was, I just didn't know about it.

There's a credit card "Audi" under the window, a rented apartment, junk food and tasteless tea. Could it have been any different? Was I dreaming about that? Is this how I wanted to arrange everything in my life? I guess that's what I wanted, but I didn't realize. And can be to risk? Take and change everything in one fell swoop, turn life one hundred eighty degrees? Sell Audi, pay off the loan, buy six, change jobs to a more stable, albeit less paid, well, maybe it's time to settle down, but to find a companion in life?

Yeah, I guess that is true, but first I will go to visit their parents. The last few years we just talked on the phone, I went here to work and burned a few years of life in vain. I'll find a place to work at home, after all, where I was born, and there came in handy. I'll get away from the hustle and bustle here, from this wrong life, if, of course, I can get away from myself. Tired, I'm tired to be a slave to the system, and there home all the same, but somehow less apparent, less visible and more sparing, has inflamed the consciousness of this system. Although, of course, for my mother's pies and father's help from this can not hide,…and so I would like…

***

And late at night, appearing on the threshold of his home, completely exhausted by the road and tormented by confusion, to hug my sister, who rushed to me, to look into my mother's eyes and shake hands with my father. And to know that I belong here.

And hear at the decrepit table:

– What, son, did not work in the city?

And reply:

– It happened, but somehow not so. Probably, I would have achieved a good salary, would have paid off all the loans and would have arranged my life there, but sooner or later I would have left all this and would have ended up here. Pulling me here.

And parents would hug me and would not say anything except their warmth and understanding would not need anything…

But only…

I arrived too late. There is now no house, no parents, and sister I never had, only in dreams…

… it's time to go to bed, get up early for work tomorrow. The battery in the alarm clock is new, the suit is not dirty, tomorrow day still go, have Breakfast than, and no more worries I have for today and no…

…fell asleep…

Some facts, thoughts, wishes regarding our reality and future. We will not go about any kind of fictional characters with interesting lives, their morals. As a rule, in my works I try to convey the main idea in the subtext, weaving it into several parallel important ideas, here everything is much easier, but no less seriously, it will be about us in plain text, for the simple reason that pained friends. In view of this, there was this work, let's start.