GOLDEN FEVERStory"The story presented by the author here is a story about the survival of a young family after the collapse of the Soviet Union, during the general crisis, when there was massive unemployment and poverty. The story is written off from the life situations of the author. All characters acting in the content, their names and surnames are authentic and transmitted by the author without changes. "Note by V. Speys.Chapter one Due to a hopeless situation dictated by total lack of money, the dream did not go. I lay with my eyes open and looked at the ceiling. And outside the window the night sky shone with stars. An asterisk shone through the balcony window, between the ceiling and the curtains. I watched with interest the movements of a blinking star in the night sky. She, blinking, began to approach the window, increasing in size. And, diving into the window, appeared under the ceiling the size of a tennis ball. On all sides of this ball in all directions, shimmering now brighter, then weaker, prominences of rays blinked. This yellow lump of light, frozen in place, as if in thought, slowly began to move towards the curtain of the balcony window, leaving behind a tail of yellow glow, slipped into the window, turning into a bright star. An asterisk danced in the sky, writing out intricate pirouettes, and blinking merrily at me. I got out of bed. And quietly, so as not to wake Lily, he went out onto the balcony. Unknown constellations shone on the sky. I tried to find Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, but they were not there at this time of year on the stretch of the night sky visible to me. The sadness and awkwardness of yesterday's mediocre trip with Oliferov to the Majolica Plant plunged me into gloom. My thoughts revolved around one, where to get the money? Suddenly the sky drew a meteorite. A fiery tape appeared and disappeared instantly and silently. Good sign. If you conceive a desire at this time, when a star falls from the sky, then the desire will probably come true. I didn't have to think about the desire, it was always present and is present with me, so the shooting star appeared in the sky, we can say on time. And, armed with a mystical sign, it remains to observe the further development of the events of the coming day. So morning. Thursday, August 19, 2004. Outside the window, the house waking up began to hear a jumble of wipers at our entrance. I carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb my still sleeping wife, and went out into the kitchen. Having made coffee, he began to wait until Lily woke up. Glades' janitors did not subside, as in their native village women discussed everyday little things and work. Such meetings became frequent from 8:30 every morning. The dog took up a position under my chair, and began to slurp, massaging its dog seats. The day ahead is hot, sunny. The sky is clear. The growing noise of the city outside the window and the silence in the apartment comfort told me that we should act according to the plan of the upcoming working day.