I told my cousin that we did not pretend to greatness either in the twelfth or later. A molecule, for example, can be buried in a matchbox. And I, for example, will take everything I own with me. For example, I will take a pack with me. I’ll put it on myself.” “No,” the cousin said after thinking. - Boxes - that's all right. But the pack is problematic. Because for the sake of the pack, the packaging will have to be made in a complex shape. In the form of a top. In addition, he says, think about the people. After all, this is done for people! The show, he says, must go on! Appreciate it! And I believe! Because that's what my cousin knows a lot about. She recently worked here organizing holidays. And she had a wake. She organized them to the highest standard. The people were furious, and sometimes they even booed. She even instigated a poetry reading competition there. But there was still one detractor. After the holiday, he came up to my cousin and whispered condemningly in her ear: “It’s a pity that there was no Paul Mauriat. We always danced to Paul Mauriat.”