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In his head reigned chaos and mess. Thinking about anything was not possible. Any thought turned into a game. Who played with Andrey, Andrey was not clear. But I really wanted to complete all the games. One game smoothly flowed into another. And having stopped on one of thoughts, Andrey again appeared in game. Not one in the other.

I remembered the year 1998 and the dialogue from the times of the institute. A teacher from the party Swan, offered to Andrew and all the rest of classmates to earn some money on the elections.

“– The Jews seized power in the country. The Swan will come to power and everything will be fine in our country right away. It’s all the Jews to blame, we must remove them from the State Duma. The Swan pays 30 dollars (at that time the dollar was 6 rubles each), participation in the collection of signatures and the distribution of advertising leaflets in apartments.”

Inner voice from nowhere.

“– You know who we are? Jews.” – this is definitely not my thought, but whose.

At such moments, Andrew, an attempt to think, was given with difficulty – And?; – BUT? – Andrew remembered the popular joke of 1998.

“– Catch the Jews.”

Hmm, in a dialogue “with himself” are the answers.

– Why do I need to catch the Jews, why do I need them.

“– To let go, and then catch again.”

– Yes, and how? – Pikachu, what if someone is talking to me, Andrei thought.

“– To leaven!”

How sourdough is done was found on the Internet easily. Being curious by nature, and happily doing something new, he liked the idea of baking bread. Especially according to the old recipe.

An old recipe for yeast-free yeast was easily found on the Internet. Flour of three varieties was successfully purchased in the supermarket near the house. Three sorts of flour were mixed, and a week, once a day, half of the leaven was thrown out and anew portion of flour (already of the same sort) was added to its place.

When baking bread, a plate was used, a saucer with water, so that the bread was baked evenly, an unnecessary pan smeared with sunflower oil and nerves.

By the time ispekaniya bread, called those whom he did not expect. Jews with a bottle of whiskey. Stas with Liza, a familiar couple. Which did not appear on the horizon for a long time.

The evenings stopped being lonely. Andrew baked bread, and the Jews came to visit. We played poker, ate a loaf and drank whiskey. Over time, it bothered. And Andrew stopped baking bread. A part of the leaven was always kept in the refrigerator (it turns out to be stored for a very long time in the refrigerator).