Mikhail Borisovich Bar. (№ 263773)

If you do not turn around at the sound of vehicles traveling on the highway, the whistle of trains, the drunken shouts of the men at the bus stop, to the heart-rending screams of the TV, on a small salary, on an unfinished repair on the absence of the wife's mink coat, at the presence of her boss ' wife, only to go through the snowy field on skis, look at the darkening forest in front, on the snow baranchiki, escaping from under the sharp edges of skis, listening to the whistling wind, dry tapping ski poles, piercing the crust, time to go around sticking out from under the snow dry stalks of last year's thistles, then after about fifteen minutes, at least twenty-five, life begins to improve. The main thing - not to reduce the pace.