Catherine Barabash, blogger: “Boy Gosh, a round-faced handsome boy of nine years old, today, to my assumption that a prominent mathematician will come out of it, replied that he will be an astronaut. “You are more careful,” I warned, “you see which forks of spacecraft are now being thrown out!” "-" Aunt Katya, I will be another astronaut. I will disperse rallies ".

A terrible tale for Gosh.

And the round-headed boy Gosh grew up and became an astronaut and broke up the rallies.

At first merry people with balls went there, they gave flowers and it was fun to disperse them. The truncheons banged loudly on the shields;. Power, power! Pride filled heart of peace.

But as time passed, the mob became a mob, clasped his hands and no longer knocked the batons on their shields.. Head and back. People fell, bloodied faces ... And then one gloomy day one fell and no bottles rose from the crowd. They crashed powerlessly against shields and helmets.. But one burst weighty and burned a neighbor. Not simple it was a fire. Viscous liquid stuck to clothing, immediately burning to the bone. The neighbor screamed terribly ...

And the rank rushed forward. Batons fell with wild force. Splashes of blood flew to Gaucher in the face ... And then he returned home to his apartment on the outskirts. Hugged his wife and little son. Sad music played outside. Former goshin neighbor on the desk was burying his daughter. She was a bit older and unsuccessfully got under a club at a meeting ... A bottle flew through the window at night ... Gosh survived. Son and wife - no.

So the civil war began ....