— А чего тебе здесь, плохо живётся, что...

- Why are you here, living badly, or what? - they ask me, while pointing at the country with a broad gesture.
I am silently silent in response, because physically I live well.
 
“Yes, that’s it, this ass is full,” others assure me, with a wave of their hand pointing there, to the country.
I am silently silent in reply, sorting through the examples in my head that do not pull on the “ass”.
 
The optimist in me, of course, lives, but most of the time he spends on the floor, with a cheerful smile, trying to take the skeptic's hands off his throat.
 
Thinking gloomily in response to another gesture or wave, he came up with an analogy for himself. It is easy to think of, convenient to discuss, and it weakly relates directly to business. But I, as you know, are a connoisseur and expert, so to me what? Nothing for me.
 
And I represent the country as an apartment.
 
We can say that there is dirt under the sofa, a tattered rug by the door, blowing in the windows, they turn off the water and sometimes knock out plugs. And you can say that the apartment is warm, tasty food, wi-fi internet, wardrobes with smart books, a cozy armchair and a warm checkered blanket.
 
Both that, and another - about the same apartment.
Would you like to come there and live if you heard the first description? And in the second case? Here, you already managed to take off your shoes.
 
But imagine: you go into the apartment, there is a sofa, and dust, and books, and it blows in the windows, and the dinner is delicious, and the rug at the door is not the first freshness. In short, normal - it can be seen that ordinary people live and everything is with them, like everyone else.
 
And then you go into the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and there the human hand lies. No, well, really - a human hand, m-mother!
 
Then you absolutely do not give a damn about dust, and comfort, books, turning off the water and so on. This event is your hand! - completely interrupts everything else.
 
Moving to the plane of real life, there are events that you cannot ignore, which in a second level all successes, joys and achievements. But such events are not the same for everyone.
 
And then back to the hand.
 
You see a hand, shout loudly and rush to the exit, calling people. Understanding that the apartments where the hands are cut off in the fridges are definitely not for you. You stumble upon the first comers, grab their breasts and, panting, say: “There! There is a hand! There!" They look at you wary. What hand ?! Where from? You're stupid? Moron?!
 
But you nevertheless told, persuaded, reported and called for, to show. Bring people to the kitchen, open the refrigerator with a magician’s gesture and show - there you go! Waiting for screams, indignation, demands to immediately report, find, punish and in general, what kind of horror ?!
 
Exclamations are really heard, but some are liquid. And among them, you hear something like:
- Well, hand, yes. And now what? What is your hand? Are you yelling?
 
- The hand is understandable. I saw a hand - immediately screaming, there is no need to think! But I didn’t pay attention to the bookshelves, ignoramus.
 
- You look, a hand like that: well-groomed nails, gold cufflinks on a cuff! Fattened, I suppose, cattle. So he needed, sorry, did not get hit before!
 
- What is the hand? Don’t distract attention from yourself, where did you come from? AND?
 
Or while you were running around and calling people, the one who put his hand in the fridge - he already took it. Hid, gobbled up, went to surrender with confession - it doesn’t matter, he took it, in general. And then you open the refrigerator, and there - kefir and sausages. But there is no hand. And everyone looked at you right away, they say, well, yes, well, everything is clear with this, we saw alarmists.
 
And they ask you with a squint, like Vereshchagin from the “White Sun of the Desert”: “Hand, you say? X-heh! .. "
 
- Where is the hand? There is no hand. Was, you say? And you prove it. Well, how ... How ... How do we know - you yourself ran, so you come up with how to prove it. And in general, look at the apartment, you can see that normal people live, where do their hands come from in the refrigerator? Yes, that cannot be. And you are a panicist and generally some ... strange. Ah, people? Well, in, and the people say it’s strange. Oh, better keep quiet, otherwise we’ll take you to the right place ...
 
And everyone will disperse, and you, as soon as you wipe off the spit from your shirt, start to think and so even such a thought creeps in: “And really, what the hell is that hand? Normal apartment, same. I’ve become suspicious, I’ve torn people out of business with my ... hand ... ”
 
Thoughtfully you sit down on a stool in the kitchen. Just calm down, take a distracted look around and then suddenly - what is it in the oven? ..
 
And there is a leg.