Roma Okhotnikov
Living Man
Several days ago my friend Lyosha wrote me, that he’s travelling home to Voronezh from the Russian Rainbow and could drop by. Which he did on 3 days. He lived in the woods about 1 month with no connection to the outside world, his parents report his missing to the police. Tough life with the parents. I briefed him about the current course of the war. He hoped that it could be over – in vain, but the news was good anyway. Recently I’ve read, that maybe first time in half century the people of one country are all for the army of the other country, with which those state and its army are at war, rejoicing victories of this other army, donates this army and wish own army and own state the fastest defeat. At one day Lyosha decided to make gin-tonic from gin, grapefruit and juniper berries. There’re juniper trees at the nearby cemetery, where we went, grabbed the bottle of gin with us. I introduced Lyosha to my granny, we played her a little concerto for the blues harp and tin whistle and drank gin-tonic to her memory. Earlier in these days Lyosha asked me to make photo of him to change the avatar at social network. Which I did right at the cemetery. Lyosha like it, I too. Now he’s hitchhiking to Voronezh through Vladimir.
Living Man
Several days ago my friend Lyosha wrote me, that he’s travelling home to Voronezh from the Russian Rainbow and could drop by. Which he did on 3 days. He lived in the woods about 1 month with no connection to the outside world, his parents report his missing to the police. Tough life with the parents. I briefed him about the current course of the war. He hoped that it could be over – in vain, but the news was good anyway. Recently I’ve read, that maybe first time in half century the people of one country are all for the army of the other country, with which those state and its army are at war, rejoicing victories of this other army, donates this army and wish own army and own state the fastest defeat. At one day Lyosha decided to make gin-tonic from gin, grapefruit and juniper berries. There’re juniper trees at the nearby cemetery, where we went, grabbed the bottle of gin with us. I introduced Lyosha to my granny, we played her a little concerto for the blues harp and tin whistle and drank gin-tonic to her memory. Earlier in these days Lyosha asked me to make photo of him to change the avatar at social network. Which I did right at the cemetery. Lyosha like it, I too. Now he’s hitchhiking to Voronezh through Vladimir.