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We sat down grandly, but there was a knock at the door, and the keen voice of the Dubak-controller called for verification.
In the corridor, besides me, five more strangers were lined up, apparently from other squads.
The ensign quickly finished the roll call, closed the magazine and dismissed everyone to their rooms.

“Well, everything, now until the morning nobody will come,” I told my mother, sitting down at the table, and she, with a mysterious look, pushed a large pot out from under the bed, put it on the table and opened it.
The container was filled three-quarters with cold mashed potatoes, which mom immediately took to spooning a spoon, pulling out a piece of vodka from this mass, and then a second one.
– Here, son, a full holiday with us, women’s day! Damn !! For these worries and preparations for a date, I completely forgot about the significant date, rushed to my package and took out a gift.
– Mom, this is for you, congratulations! The guys from the forge for 10 packs of cigarettes and tea, forged from copper and tin, a stunned rose on a short stalk and slightly tinted it, it turned out great! Mom looked at the metal flower with admiration, gasping and groaning: “Seryozhenka, how lovely, thank you, my dear! She hugged me, hugging my whole body and kissed me tightly, so hard that my friend in trousers instantly reacted, and no wonder , I was deprived of female embrace for a whole year.
Mom kissed me once more and sat me down at a rich table.
What is there just was not, and all the dishes, all the salads – my favorite! After serving a year, I heard a lot, or even witnessed it myself, as the guys came with a date on cotton feet, and then went to the hospital under an IV line, or even worse.
These are “guts”, young convicts, who are bridged at the sight of food, and they guzzle, devour, useri, to stomach cramps and wild pain, when digestion is no longer working, we called it “stomach got up”.

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I knew how to deal with delicacies and ate little by little, listening to internal sensations, and before that my mother and I drank from local enameled vodka mugs, the taste of which I had already forgotten, and then the second, and the

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evening of memories, questions and stories about what is happening at home, I introduced my mother to the course of zonovskoy life.
There was a dimly lit light bulb under the ceiling, we moved from the table to one of the half-beds and sat, hugging each other tightly, and could not talk a lot.
Soon the vodka was drunk, I got drunk from the habit, and my mother was red-faced and just silently sat beside her, with her head resting on my shoulder.
Outside the window, like a huge yellow pancake on a dark blue background, hung the moon.
“The full moon is a time of miracles and mystery,” Mom whispered.
“Yeah, another time of werewolves, vampires and other mischief,” I sang mournfully, and we both laughed.
Mom, too, was pretty drunk, either from vodka, or from the moment of communication with me, I took out a small player with a speaker from my purse, turned on something slow and called me: – Chevalier, invite the lady to dance, she loves it so much! We got up, hugged each other by the shoulders, and the melody gently picked up and carried us far away: from the perimeter with a thorn, from the PCB, controllers, dog barking.
When the music ended, we continued to stand, swaying slightly to the beat of the song that was gone.
– Seryozhik, it’s too late, let’s go to bed, I’ll just wash the dishes.
I helped to bring the cups into the room with two large sinks for my mother, and I myself went to the room to get ready for bedtime and quietly dozed off without waiting for my mother, but instantly I awoke to hear her close the door, pushing the latch tightly.
“My son, are you asleep?” “No, mom, I just covered my eyes, but I don’t want to sleep.”
“Let me lie down next to you, talk again, and then go to my bed?” “Of course, Mommy! She put out the light, rustled in the dark with removable clothes — a blouse and a skirt and in one silk, awesomely beautiful combination, slipped under my blanket, pressed against her, hugged.
“Seryozha, and who are your comrades here, how do you cope? I briefly talked about the family system in the zone, when several people get together, share everything, from smoking to clothes, protect each other, etc.
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