Stories in thoughts

Life has changed drastically and changed all the priorities. Socialism with a human face ordered to live a long time and capitalism with an animal shard came in its place. The significance of the wushu fell sharply and were there against the crowbar, baseball bat, and sometimes even a bullet - a bare heel. New life dictates new priorities, new rules. Other values - other people's capitalist values - became fashionable in my country, and life itself became more and more a life not by law or conscience, but by concepts or for money...

My heart refused to believe, but my head put everything on the shelves, and... believe it or not. When you realize that everything was decided without you behind your back, you realize that you were just betrayed, it's very hard. I guess that's the kind of lesson you need in life. Maybe... it's not up to us to decide. You had a loved one, and you didn't have a loved one... I remember that I couldn't eat or sleep for a few days then. What was going on around me, I don't remember... And in my head, there was a stream of incessant thoughts, thoughts, thoughts...

Once upon a time, at the dawn of perestroika, I had my small electronics store, with all its consequences: money, bandits, officials, envy and other big and small troubles. I once thought it would help me look forward to my bright future with confidence. It takes a little patience to solve all the problems, and then... a quiet and peaceful life. Naivety is worse than stealing. Business and quiet life are not compatible. Fate just gave me another lesson. Having tasted all the charms of small business, I still had to say goodbye to the shop...

No one knows what the coming day is preparing for us. Destiny does not dedicate anybody to its plans. The redistribution of property in 97 was still in full swing, only the methods of struggle have changed a little. And arms. A broken nose is a trifle in life. How many of them died in ruthless gangster wars and how many more will give their lives for someone else's good, for someone else's ambitions - for nothing. They have little chance of dying in their beds, surrounded by their children. I felt sorry for them, even though they were bad, and without intellect, but their fellow citizens...

One of the "brothers" is in a complete "blackout": I didn't see where I was hit and with what they call, hitting somewhere in that steppe. The other, though not in full, but in consciousness. I seem to have broken his nose, and now his nose was hurt by painful shock and blood flowing from his nose. Once again, after involuntary jerks and jerks, my head tried to turn on, but she didn't want to analyze the possible consequences of this small, too fleeting clash. And I was just trying to systematically understand everything that had happened: an accident, a hit-and-run, a fight...