I am standing in the store.A man (M) comes in, looks closely at the seller (P) and says:
Q: Do you have cigarettes?
P is there.
M: I don’t have it. Life is pain, right?
Sadly, he lowered his head and went out. And already near the very door he turns and, as if remembering something, declares:
All ruin and hopelessness. Don’t get married, girls.