Once, in the late 1990s, I had to actively regain physical shape – and for this wonderfully suited daily long runs along the Volga, and in the winter – skiing walks in the forest. And since I am aesthetic in my soul, I was terribly embarrassed by the garbage left by people after their trips on the shore or on the grasslands. And I curved, running past the batteries of the bottles, and rattled unhappy, looking at the rolling bags. One Saturday summer evening, when I started running, I saw a teenage company sitting on the sidewalk and drinking beer. A number of empty bottles stood at their feet. When I returned from the run, there was already another company there – the boys were having fun by throwing the empty bottles (which were left of the previous run) down to the Volga. The bottles crashed around the concrete of the shore, and the fragments flew in all directions, glowing joyfully in the sunset. It was beautiful, ah...
Having told myself that fools are polluting nature, I rushed home. The next morning, while running, I saw a 10-year-old boy jumping on the same parachute. And one of them went down and flew on the same pieces that were thrown up the day before. In general, his leg was scattered significantly - everything from the hip to the foot was in blood. Roof, scream - and only thanks to the fact that young men were resting nearby, who had a cell phone, it was possible to call an "ambulance" to hospitalize the unhealthy boy.
Well, for me, it remained an eternal reproach – because I could at least try to stop breaking the bottles (although I doubt the teens would listen to me as a 20-year-old). Moreover, since then I have not hesitated to throw away the bottles left by the idiots – and I don’t care who looks at me. It is just surprising why people are not able to carry a pack of bottles to the garbage tank themselves – just 100 meters away. And, by the way, I’m not the only one – another man aged “under 50” generally goes to the beach with crawlers: cleansing the beach from garbage (not at work, he also likes to rest in a clean space, like me).
In general, I, of course, understand that around people are completely cultural, but I still want to ask picnic lovers: please throw the garbage into the garbage tank %0