Ходили вчера на последний концерт Ляписа. Четверть концерта...

We went yesterday to the last concert of Lapis. I did not take a quarter of the concert, trying to dodge the heated and drunken masses. It didn’t work out very well. Probably, this stupid reflection interfered with maneuvering, maneuvering and catching "what am I doing here? Why did I relax over the years, and I couldn’t even guess that?" In short, 1/4 of the concert I felt like an old little woman, washed and old-fashioned lover Tolkunova under crochet, and certainly not intelligent in the first generation, at the demobilization festival, and did not know where to hide (it’s scary to imagine what was really small and intelligent people there). Do demobies have holidays? At least one and, probably, it has a very original name "demobilization") So, I was on the demobilization demobilization. The audience was contrasting, but mostly exuberant. The most choral and loud line was about vodka washed down with vodka. A couple of times I was really scared. Probably at rural discos with moonshine worse, but I was not there. A bunch of moments were just unpleasant. It all began like this: in order to say something to Step, it was necessary to yell loudly; in one of these screams, I curiously summarized that I really did not like it here, but suddenly it became quiet for a second, and it was an awkward moment when more than one cubic meter of people found out about my opinion ... You would see how many cubic meters of stale girls became interested he turned around and awarded me SUCH glances, and even tried to enter into a dialogue with the words "What are you doing here?". And really, what am I doing here? Aunt 19 years old had to move her hands behind her bare shoulders, telling her that no one had talked to her, and to retire in search of a less suffocating and cramped place. At some point, we found him among older ladies and a few children under 10 years old, because I thought that no one daring would fit into such a sump. But the place was very dance and "ant path" at the same time. Then naked people left me sweat, probably not a dozen who walked by, stepped on their feet a couple of times, and a couple of hot female priests dancing and jumping pushed me farther and farther to the bar counter. In short, it was she, the abandoned part of the bar, which I with great difficulty and with the help of Styopa jumped and breathed out of and brought me out of the 3 “trance”. There I got enough visibility and space to take a picture, and took up it, without success, but with enthusiasm. The mood got better ... before the appearance of a drunken bartender, who stuck to Stepa and his things, suddenly appearing in our "sump". I predicted that they would trample us right now, and it would be bad for me ... After about 5-10 minutes, we were asked by the security cabinets to get off the counter. And we went looking for another place. “Club” A2, sheer sucks, I must say. We hid in a corner, not far from the condition, where there was enough space to stand upright and not expect jerks and push-ups every 2 seconds. The rest of the concert was spent there, quite in peace and harmony. I ran off to take a picture of the side of the stage once, but it didn’t work out for me at all, so I returned to kiss. Then we wandered "after the ball", looked at people. People, like people ... just why was everything as it was? At the exit, squeezed through the fans. They sang loudly in CHOICE, and I was still amazed that a revolution must be done with such energy, why are there no such loud and intelligible people at rallies? In short, happy end almost. Only about the concert there is nothing special to say. It's a pity...
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