From the history of messages. (№ 43259)

Want it tomorrow, weather permitting. But who doesn't? Suddenly tomorrow morning will rain. And the sun decides not to pamper residents. And the sky will tighten clouds. That would be awful. It is necessary to call in the morning, the good magician, so he listened to our desires and decided that it was time to finish grieving, it's time for warmth and smiles.