The prehistoric.
We go out with my sister to the courtyard, in the center of which is a very strong private pre-war house (one, 1914). The buildings. Through the courtyard, in a hurry, goes a gray crown... Goes, every stone under his feet looks ( suddenly, what kind of diamond?This behavior could not be left unpunished - the crown is noticed by a healthy cat, who quietly steals to the prey, up to which 10-12 m. Clearly seeing the danger, but without giving sight, the crown slowly steams its way and disappears behind the corner of the house. The cat, realizing that his "lunch" no longer sees the approximation of death, runs over the corner... And there four crabs throw on him, from all sides knock the unreasonable head and torso, ticking the skin. The fifth, having caught a speck in the wardrobe, having made a "dead loop" in front of the nose of the ear, lands from behind the victim and begins to drag the cat for the tail. The cat, saving his skin and the remnants of self-love, shamefully leaves the field of beating for the birds.
This scene reminded me of how, 40-45 years ago, normal guys caught in a similar way local robbers and just hooligans, putting in front of them a "pick-up" - a botanic-pick-up, on which "clients" were well "clogged", with whom very intense "educational and applied" work was immediately carried out. So our area (even the nearby territories) became a place where any person could walk peacefully at night and night.