Today, 1 May, my wife and I came out of Vladivostok in a car accident (not by our fault). A traffic jamming.
“Would you help?” said one driver.
“Are they all alive?” asked one driver.
“Learn to ride, cowboy,” ten people said.
“Heaven bought the right, fool!” greeted twenty people.
“The idiots of the...eye,” thirty people complained.
They photographed the broken cars – a thousand people.
We were cursed by ten thousand people.
“I’ll buy your car,” a mysterious stranger who has a connection with GAI sent a SMS.
I want to say to you, dear “country” people. I have also seen you all in the grave, with rare exceptions.