Waste on the streets:
Citizens, I don’t understand – do you live in your city or do you occupy it? Do you like to watch the rubbish and rotten paper in your yard? Isn’t it your dogs running through the glass from broken bottles? Isn’t it that you’re crawling in the shit from the neighbor’s dog (of course, your dog isn’t like that, she’s full of violets!)? If it is your entrance, your yard, your city, what interest do you waste in it?
Here is such a piece of rhetorical questions I once handed out to my older sister, discussing the fairness of the proverb “the spring will show who where the shit.” She looked at me with the eyes of a wise adult woman and replied, “I was in the houses of such people. There’s more crap than on the street. If a man is born of cattle and grew up among cattle, he will no longer be a man.
So, dear fellow citizens, if we want cleanliness, we will clean "for ourselves and for that guy". Welcome to the shit life.
P.S On the way from work, half-empty urns stand through every fifty steps. The edge is uniformly filled with bulls, bags of chips and so on. Skotina doesn’t think about cleanliness, she thinks only about herself.