XXX: There are almost no fresh flowers on the alley, but there are artificial flowers. A little people, at least a day. My satellites were slightly behind while I was equipped with a camera. I wanted to ask something, I addressed the passing grandmother: "Excuse me, can I ask?". It recklessly turns around and goes on. Hm To the next passing, non-young man, I ask already this way: "Sorry, can I ask?". And he, contemptuously looking at me and splintering, also leaves. To the third, a young man hanging with photocalls and bags, I ask for every chance: “Excuse me, may I ask?” He responds joyfully, taratorit, as if he had met someone of his family.
Sorry to. My English is not so good.