Ну что, дорогие друзья) Пора доводить итоги.) Так...

Well, dear friends) It's time to bring the results.) So, I will not))) I do not want. The year was - fucked up, cho. I’d better tell a story that happened to me 2 days ago. She is very literary) I drove the train Moscow-Petushki home. For a younger generation, I advise you to read Venechka Erofeev's “Moscow-Petushki” in order to penetrate, so to speak. So here is 19-00. I'm going to a crowded electric. We are all equipped as Baltic sprats - beautiful and very geometric, i.e. on the spot, i.e. there are a lot of us) And a person breaks into this correct geometry. A person has a ski hat in front of his eyes, there is a lack of front teeth and in his hands, like a pennant, a bottle of bonaqua with a red chatter inside. And all this he carries proudly through the crowd. He, like an ancient hero, shouts: "Caution! Bottle!". He stops in our vestibule, breathes fumes on the schoolgirls, from which they giggle and turn away, and gives out: "Dear let me!" I have long understood that the most intelligent people are drunks. But the speech does not stop there, a man without front teeth falls silent, and afterwards, as if remembering something, he says: “With all of you coming! Let every woman have a man ... mmm ... with flowers. And the man has a woman with borscht .... No, better with oatmeal, porridge is more useful! " I haven’t met such HONEYS yet. But I agree with the previous speaker. Let there be flowers and borsch, and oatmeal, and most importantly there will be love) Oh!) Happy New Year!)