It was a warm autumn day, I was sitting with a friend in the kitchen at the table on the street, we peacefully and talked about something. When I suddenly noticed right in front of me on the back of the chair walks a whore and looks straight at me. The man was small, looking young. And then I was drawn to check my sharpness, I first slowly raised my hand up and sharply threw my hand forward and grabbed the spider in his hand, grabbed not quite successfully he had time to start to straighten his wings and also slightly crushed it when I was not able to calculate the strength, the poor spider as he began to whisper with such a noise that I myself was scared and abruptly released the spider, he continued to whisper in panic uncomfortably flew down the road to the neighbouring table. A friend looked at me in shock with a slightly panicking laugh, the girls from the neighboring table looked at me scorned, and I looked at the pen lying in my hand and thought, “Poor whore!” I have never felt so guilty before.