I go on the street. and dark. A shit in front of me. all as appropriate, clean jiggull, sitting on the corks, in caps, sliding seemecks.
And here I hear a fragment of the conversation "..I tell you, every thing, every movement can be calculated matema..ptician formulas, vectors, amplitudes and other hernias, every action can be programmed and studied in his mouth " at this moment the speaker notices me, changes sharply in the face and continues ". Ppc, almost didn’t run past them, restraining laughter : ))