Evening. Marshrutka. And all as usual.
People from work go habitually.
Someone is looking at the screens or playing,
Someone is tired and already falling asleep.
Suddenly the phone rang loudly:
"Yes, dear, I'm almost home.
No, no, I'll warm it up,
I'm not small, I can do everything."
He shoved the phone happily into his pocket:
"People, rejoice, I will become a father!"
No one shared his joy.
He sat down on the seat, his eyes lowered.
Imagine! How hardened is the world?!
No one will notice in the course of their Affairs
No trouble, no joy, all under one.
We're all bringing the moral bottom closer.