Pochta Rossii

I come here for letters, or parcels, or money. Everyone is very happy when I come, they start dancing and smiling, and I sing songs and laugh! Then women go to look for my books or T-shirts from China, and I stand and look at postcards of all sorts of other reasons for sale. The woman gives me the parcel, I say goodbye and leave. Sometimes here there are other people, pay bills or get money. Here is a post office, everything is like people's, and not some kind of Charles Bukowski there