Xxx: I am now going home, I bought lemonade in the bank. I drank in a hurry. I think you need to throw out the container, and you know, I am a cultural, I can't throw rubbish under my feet, I even carry the straw to the urn. And here, luckily, there is some hark with a urna nearby. I approach, throw out the bowl and here from the window of the grandmother almost completely enters with screams that is not for me, that I can eat my garbage and everything in such a way. But I am also polite. I take a bowl of garbage and... throw it away. No, am I wrong? No more rubbish, but no more. While she was silently green, I managed to remove it, but then, apparently when what happened to her, I learned so much about my erotic details, and a few new words at the same time.