My sister lived a good life, working as a primary school teacher. When we bowed and mocked the matte, she shrugged her head and said:
- You can always find more meaningful activities for cultural entertainment, as well as censorship words to express your own thoughts!

The budget salary forced her to re-study as a programmer.

He fails to do what he does, but he has little experience, so he sits around the clock and, bumping under his nose, looks for his own mistakes, periodically shouting:

to shrink! What a shit! I am a Malacca!

I’m even afraid to imagine what she’ll soon have "cultural entertainment"...