I was on the bus. The grandmother came in at the stop, all trembling, barely standing on her feet. Naturally, all the buses were seated on her, the place was ceded. Together with some man, they brought her under white blades and looked with round eyes, as the grandmother, pushing back with a clamp, jumped through the high hills (the case happened in winter), quickly across the highway right into the red light. Lovko curled from passing transport, she escaped on the opposite side of the street.