I was in Germany, and so it was tired there - neither to throw the straw, neither to spit on the asphalt, neither to drink beer... boredom! I thought she was joking, Anna didn’t.

Drinking on the street. You need to drink in special facilities, oh.
To throw or spit, if it were my will, like a cat, my nose would tick. Plunged - right away you nose into your food, to drive on the asphalt there and here.
You are used to scratching everywhere, scratches... Spit at home and throw the smoke around the corners.