XXX is Spring. The sun rises in the east, not in the south, the pebbles fell on the ground, the snow melted and snowmen appeared. And in this regard, I want to start with the dog scratch: what fucking thing do you, gentlemen, do not clean up behind your dogs-sweaters and, moreover, allow them to fuck right on the road, where people walk? You have deprived me of the sight of the beautiful spring sky, forcing me to constantly look under my feet. I hope that after you die you will go to heaven with your dogs.