Skorbyashchenskoye Kladbishche

I was a guest at D.'s for a day and a night. He came from far. I was knighted into family. We drove to two amusement parks in one day. Why would you hold the word happiness, D. said when he photographed me with mud in my hands. He was looking for a signal. Give me some fairy tales, D. said just before going to sleep. I gave him words. I opened on a page of what once was; we hid in a hole; we waited for a hero; we dragged a full-size plastic horse; we broke a few eggs. Everything went as it should. It remained long & quiet. I sleep like a dead man said D. at night and on the morning of departure I did not wake him. When I called es he was happy at home. Not even a day and D. was scooped in the night on the public road without a helmet, a scratched harness.

What say the cemetery! The memorial park next door, walks, sports, a good place!

Perfect place!