In the year 2000, Vladimir became V.V. Putin, my daughter turned three years old, and I bought my winter boots. On the nose was winter, and I somehow I don't really like to freeze, so here. Conventional brutal shoes, with laces and label "Dockers". Not easy, not heavy, inside fur and solid sock.
These very boots
Winter in the north in the two thousandth year was as usual, long and cold. I wore shoes and rejoiced. Of course, in minus 50 degrees have not yet come up with shoes, in which heat stand without movement, but if you do not stop in one place more than half an hour, then the boots were just right.
Then there was winter 2001, behind it three more winters, and the shoes were worn and worn. In 2004, V.V. Putin was elected for the second time, and I left the will of the Fate to work in Moscow and such boots were not needed, but I still took them with me. I went to the garage, flashed at the cottage. They survived with me three Moscow winter and in view of the fact that the garage and at the cottage the salt of the tracks did not sprinkle, the species had as soon as that from the store. I wanted to buy new shoes, but what's the point to buy new, when these still looked like? I decided so, lose sight or rupture, then I'll buy.
In 2005, D.A. Medvedev became a deputy prime minister, my son was born, and I continued to wear these shoes.
In 2007 V.V. Putin Locho dismissed all the government, and the fate clutch again and brought me again to the extreme north. Together with shoes.
I looked at them and thought I would buy my new ones. But for some reason, old boots did not wear out and did not spoke and in general, they did not show any way that they were going to the landfill. They stood in the hallway and the mockeerators looked at me with their stupid, already a little rubbed noses.
In 2010, the mayor of Moscow Luzhkov was resigned, and my son cordoned his small, first anniversary - 5 years. Children grew, the country changed, the clothes changed, the cars changed, the color of my hair changed at the temples. Only shoes changed.
In 2015, Russia asked the first rockets in Syria, her daughter finished school and entered the institute, and the shoes noted their fifteen years old and not going to surrender. And I sometimes began to seem to seem, then it will be - "Twenty-five, new boots again." It really created the feeling that time not only over them is not powerful, but also a little manifest. This is something unpacked by the elderly screen stars. They also smoothed the skin, the wrinkles and the younnels of the shoelace disappeared. By the way about the shoelaces - despite the strong tightening, they never broke out! I do not know what such an extraterrestrial is woven with these laces, but I have no more than such an anomaly in my life.
Today is in the yard of 2017, winter. The day before yesterday, I went to the store on Sunday and, putting on these boots, looked at them, seventeen-year-old, thought and decided to write what you read above.
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