I watched from the balcony the painting "Two Solitudes Meet". A man, whose car at night announces the whole courtyard with screams for two hours (seemingly, he does not know how to distinguish a homeless cat from the hijacker), and a grandmother with a little dog, who at every walk abhorrently whispers, so that the glasses cling to each other in the spirit of "Yes, you have at all, observe the silence, your mother!"

I caught myself in the thought that whoever of them molested, I personally in any way in the plus.