He went here to photograph people during the pain strike. According to the plan, they had to scratch one of the hills (there was also a benchmark - a large solitary tree), then move towards the forest.
xxxh: they, like, for fascists were :) there everyone in some country and period of time is specialized. They are at a full parade: shimmer there, shape, helmets.
They walk in a chain, talk quietly. The road to the hill, nothing is visible in front, but according to the plan near "enemies" should not be, so they do not fight.
As they approached the tree, it turned out that there was a family picnic. Family in three generations: the oldest yet the second world strike.
The grandfather, as we noticed, took the tail from the grandson. We stood with the tail until we passed.
I think it’s hard for him to understand such games.