Today is Monday and I have another day off. Many of the Russians from our restaurant are off today, by the way. We went to the store and the vegetable market. Their market is a large number of stalls under one roof, where you take a cart, pick what you need, and pay for everything at the checkout. In short, it's not a market in our sense of the word, without the "hey, beauty, want a peach, don't you need a hat at a discount?", even though it's run by Chinese and Koreans. I bought local peaches (99 cents a kilo), grapes (99 cents for half a kilo), and garlic (1.35 a kilo). Then we went to the store and bought everything else we needed. I thought about going to check on work, but I laid down "for a bit" after lunch. "For a bit" turned into 5 hours, so now at 00:53 I'm sitting here writing about my day. As you noticed, it wasn't rich in events. The only thing is, I'd like to reflect on a certain topic.

Very often, all troubles or "temporary difficulties," as I call them, pile up on us all at once, growing like a snowball. However, it also happens that just when they seem to have passed, almost gone, they suddenly arise from where you least expect them, and what seemed excellent to you is no longer seen in such rosy colors. In general, living in Moscow, a dynamic city with broad opportunities, you try not to perceive these "bullets of fate" as "wounds," thinking of them as "scratches." It's easier to abstract yourself, forget about these "misfires," and keep moving forward without paying attention to them. But not all wounds can be called scratches. I've said it 30 or 40 times in these months that we are all different, unique. Sometimes it's very difficult to endure, to listen to someone, to put up with the nonsense or rubbish they are spouting. I behave that way myself and carelessly offend a person, sometimes causing pain. It's good when, before acting, you ask yourself: why is he behaving this way? What happened, what went wrong for him, why is he acting one way or another? By asking myself this question and sometimes finding answers that aren't very pleasant, I started thinking: how often, in a fit of anger, rage, irritation, misunderstanding, or sometimes insane joy, can we say what has been boiling inside us (absolutely not because of this person) and lash out at whoever is in front of us? Why do we do this? A complex question that everyone will answer in their own way. But we must always understand. Understand and value each other. We don't have that many people who care about us. Not many for whom our fate is important. Let's not behave like balding people: the fewer hairs there are, the more significant the remaining ones become. When there are almost none left, a person decides to get rid of the last ones, simply because they look bad, wild on a bald head. When there is hair, he doesn't think much about it - one more, one less, however, if one falls, another will fall too. So let's value each other and stick together, there's no other way.