this is ksenia larina about the queue, this is not the first time and they think, because i myself amtion of queues and not only for sausage and toilet paper behind the oven, soviet people also stood for hours at the glazunov exhibition in the manezh at the exhibition of achievements of the american economy for badges packages and a glass of coca-cola for tickets to taganka and a blink. in my family, queues were despised of all types of queues, it was recognized only very clinic with a book in hand. for a long time, as inevitable, and the queue at the christmas tree market was such a whim for us, the christmas tree should be alive and high. well, another turn of the coffin. well, that's a completely different story. we are no longer in any queue. were standing. this is a persistent disgust for herself. behind the stage, leaning against each other's backs, they sullenly stomp for several hours. and also celebrate. yes , and write down the number can not be explained by anything other than aesthetic rejection of nothing motivated. it was only later when i grew up that i realized that my