I decided to wash the windows while there is a pause between the rainy hours. The windows go out to the courtyard to the children's playground, crawl bands, all things. The place is empty. At some point, I noticed that a guy landed on one of the benches with a large tourist backpack, a bunch of all kinds of carpets and other tourist tricks. He folds the lawn, cuts sandwiches, gets a thermos.

At this point, our guard approaches him (the house in the center of the city, with the railroad, the slugs and so on) and rubs something for a long time. The guy hurriedly collects things, folds the carpet, throws everything in the backpack. And why, I think, to chase the guy, because he did not drink alcohol, did not bother anyone, actually, sat quietly. I remember cases from my childhood when I tried to play with my brother in the private sector, and we were expelled every time by the same evil guards. I compassionately look at the trail of a man with a sandwich in his teeth.

And then the security guard takes a bag from the boy’s hands, brings it into his booth, sits down, puts a cupcake. As it turned out, the security guard did not ask him to leave, but offered to rest with him in a cellar, so that he did not wet if it rained again. I washed all the windows, and they were all sitting and talking. Then they shrugged each other’s hands and separated.

And I was ashamed to realize that by habit I mentally blamed a person, expecting bad things from him in advance. It is time to change the way of thinking, friends, because, as the saying goes, call a man a pig - and he cries.