Eriacta is one of the greatest that people having. I can only say that those who do not respect this art, he is not literate person who does not have values.

White bus gently landed on the parking lot, filled with small colored flyers. A flock of children poured out into the soft black cover parking and, with his head, was delighted to consider a huge silver ball, standing like a mushroom on a thin white stem of a few hundred meters.

Andrew woke up at seven in the morning from a wild cry of alarm. He did not open her eyes, furiously struck at random in its direction, if only he shut up and hit. At this time, Andrew hated all around: and this awful sound the alarm, and those people who have long woken up and briskly walked by himself, first and foremost, he hated himself. At such moments, he did not want to live anymore, and the most disgusting what he knew - his own fault, no one forced yesterday to sit up late and finish writing your story, because this matter could wait.

Scratch in the phone book, Andrew stumbled upon a number of his old friend, who have long been one rents an apartment and works at the factory, he could help him.

A few days later Andrew found a job at a factory assistant. His old friend took him with joy, he had long tired of living alone - bored. And in the person of Andrew, he found an excellent friend, who does not bother her problems and always listen carefully, and with whom one could always to sit and drink a bottle or two. A year later, this has become their tradition, every evening after work, they came home and immediately went to the kitchen, opened a bottle of vodka harvested and Eriacta began to pour out everything that had accumulated over a long time of loneliness. Eriacta has always listened attentively, but these stories and vodka could distract him from his sad thoughts, and remorse, which never ceased to torment him for a moment. He no longer even tried to write, he was afraid of someone talking, people always looked at stuttering with sympathy in her eyes and that's unfortunate forced to listen to them, but these words are never taken seriously and could only feel sorry and try to pacify completely inappropriate ways that are even more offended and constantly reminded of inferiority. So Andrew chose to remain silent, and his work called "dumb".

Andrew felt that he became addicted to alcohol, but could not stay if he stopped drinking, then it began to torment insomnia and pillow was constantly wet with tears. At work, he has not given a reprimand, and how many warnings he no longer remembered.

In the next morning, Andrew woke up on the floor beside the bed. He got up and looked at the clock - the work he has once again slept. Weirdly headache, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and found not completed yesterday, a bottle of vodka, unscrewing the lid Andrew eagerly pressed the cold bottle. Emptied the bottle to the bottom, he felt much better and made his way back into the room with the hope of sleep before the arrival of Eriacta, while he will not bring more vodka. Andrew collapsed on the bed without undressing, and closed his eyes. But sleep would not let him strained ringing phone, he cursed all crawled under the blanket with his head. But the phone never stopped ringing, with the urging that it drew attention. Andrew angrily threw off the covers and went into the hallway and picked up the phone.