Blog freezing Moskvich. Part 3 Bashny.Net

- Third Day (morning-evening)

Today naively drove into the suburbs. Barely got out. There's going !!! And frost - not the worst. The worst thing is that there is likely to far. That is completely up to the whole away. In Moscow, after all how? Stall? Beside. Pharmacy? Beside. Metro? So, too, is not it so much. And in the suburbs, it turns out, everything is different.
Stall? - Right through the park.
Shop? - For the stall.
Pharmacy? - Close.
Boiler? - Cover.
Metro? - In Moscow.
The train? - Just left.
The bus? - Not until the ferry.
There's even to the house next door away. And then there's this cold.

From the cold bursts all: bridges, wires, windows. And, of course, patience.

In the nearby park proteins get in packs and attack the sellers of seeds. Two dragged away right before my eyes. Dynamics of prices for taxi depending on the temperature:
Minus ten - plus a hundred.
Minus twenty - two hundred plus.
Minus thirty - five hundred plus.
Mathematics, explain where is the logic?

The hardest thing these days has to dogs. No, we do not stray. Stray just well settled in our doorways. It's about home. As much as it is correct to say .... Let's just say they have ceased to need. And whoever and in their place is not stopped?
Imagine itch you on important business. You whined. And then bam! For you, minus twenty! At first it seemed a coincidence. You whined on the second day, when it's time for a new needs. Get minus thirty! By the third day you have to think about, is it really so great this need. In any case, so quietly plaintive eyes will glance .... Minus thirty-five!
We notice that now the evenings are almost no dogs that are walking? Just three days, and all the dogs developed a complete jerk: you can eat, you can drink, but out of necessity? No thanks. Go yourself. Never!

It is terrible to look at those rare dog lover who still have to carry out this procedure. At first, the dog out of the house is shown. It's a little rests his feet, clinging to the tail of the door handle (always thought that it is only capable of monkeys), before it starts to reach where it leads. Then there is a dog lover, wrapped, as the commander of an aircraft in the movie "Crew". Both are on a leash. It is for the second leash home and pulls a dog lover back after the walk.

In offices where no smoking rooms, all the polls throw the habit. The number of drop-outs is absolutely equal to the number who have tried to do it in the cold.

Still, the trend of the day - Moscow adapts. And it's not that someone grew fur (although there were some cases), and not that used to the cold. Rather, we have learned to live with it. Behind the scenes in everyday Muscovites were habits that did not exist before.

We have learned to appreciate and love others. All willing to give each other space. Especially in the morning when the seat is still cold.

Chiefs become good. Along with subordinates drilled hole in the ice in the circles of the former boiling water.

We have started to respect the work of couriers. Like firefighters in New York, these previously invisible (because moving faster than the human eye can distinguish) the guys became heroes. They all want to be photographed. Everyone wants to be like them. Of course, not as similar as couriers come in from the cold, but internally.
Every decent office now hang the board on which is marked as exits made by courier. Each output is marked by a single asterisk. Can not do without black borders around some names. But they remember. And love. And in the spring when the snow melts, they will certainly find. And something called their name. Maybe even the very bridges cracked.

Frozen ATMs have become fairer. Equally service and a millionaire and the poor. Money does not give neither the first nor the second.

We have learned not to call on his mobile phone on the street. If your call you hear "I'll call," this does not mean that the party is busy. This means that the user is looking for the nearest store, pharmacy, library. And if you find it you will answer.

Only one thing marred our third day. Most homes run out of products. Question of the day: who will go to the store?

We'll see.