Kash
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A real-life story.
I was walking through a village one day. It was a long time ago. Winter, cold.
And this young man, an acquaintance of mine, about my age, in his early 20s, wearing long johns and a t-shirt, and carrying a plastic bag (now deceased), crossed my path. He had short hair... He looked sad and dejected as he walked. He was clearly drunk, probably for the first time in a while, stumbling around and not noticing me.
I said, "Hey, Seriy! Where are you going? :)" He turned around, recognized me, and said sadly, "I'm going to get a haircut..." He paused for a moment, looking at me with dull eyes, and added, "You know, Vit, I'm starting to feel really stupid because of my hair..." And he walked on, looking sad and dejected.
I was walking through a village one day. It was a long time ago. Winter, cold.
And this young man, an acquaintance of mine, about my age, in his early 20s, wearing long johns and a t-shirt, and carrying a plastic bag (now deceased), crossed my path. He had short hair... He looked sad and dejected as he walked. He was clearly drunk, probably for the first time in a while, stumbling around and not noticing me.
I said, "Hey, Seriy! Where are you going? :)" He turned around, recognized me, and said sadly, "I'm going to get a haircut..." He paused for a moment, looking at me with dull eyes, and added, "You know, Vit, I'm starting to feel really stupid because of my hair..." And he walked on, looking sad and dejected.