I drove to the universe, painting with oil: the battle of the bus, going through the passage is not an option, because not every healthy person is able to. How I wander for two minutes and suddenly! I see what I could not hold back for a long time, just wild rust =))
In the middle of the bus on the extreme seat (at the passage) is sitting, such a... a gentle lady, gently speaking :D, who in the passage, as strange as it is, no part of the body hangs and does not spit out!!! She sits on herself, she folds her fingers on her chest, holds a bag, everything as usual, on her face an absolute stitch, no drops of excitement, experiences... But here the guy who sat next to her (at the window) was almost crushed, the eyes were large, round, full of grief, pity and despair, the limbs were messy, apparently fixed since the moment of landing of the lady :DD In the end killed the phrase of this poor man, scratched, judging by him, with his left hand on the glass (in other words): Fuck! by HELP! :DDDD