The guests came and the guests left.
Something brought, something was carried away.
They offered me something, money poured for me,
But here is what exactly - I hardly remember ...
Hey.
Prologue is not about me, if that. So, a sketch of a typical folk festival in Russia :)
Now it's even funny to remember, but I met my first new year in the company of a newborn member of the family in an atmosphere of depression. Because the presence of a child 10 days old on the arms does not allow entering into the usual New Year state.
Since I always earned on bread with freestyle arts of all kinds, gradually weekends and holidays were compared with everyday life. My mother does not have days off, in principle, but in poker, with whom I was amused for 9 years, the most profitable days just fell out for the time of universal courage and fun. The more festive the day - the more the degree is inadequate at the table, respectively, and the waiting. Nastian. Which, by the way, after the birth of the 1st child lost the taste not only for calendar holidays, but also for alcohol.