I walked along the path in the Polystrian Park. Encounter - the typical "middle-statistical" family of the current "cultural capital": a fixed man with a low forehead, a thick neck and a bank of beer, his rural appearance is a thick wife, a hooped child and a bulterier on a long leash without a mouthpiece. Everything is as it should be, Chen-Chen. The bulterier sealed the road to me, stood up on the path of the horror. Looking forward to the man’s reaction. And what the reaction is, it is predictable: it will be quite sluggish. The spouse is also proud. And the debilitated son is not behind.

I say, well, it is clear here.

And the bulldozer:
Are you smart in your family? How do you go on a meeting?

The dog thinks and, to the disappointment of the owner, stays away.

We split...