I recently witnessed the following case. Ordinary Town Hall, Sandy. Children are playing in it. The horses are there, the machines are driving. But, as it is known, there was one "chestnut" among them. This individual glued improvised "snowballs" from the sand (or rather sandstocks?) Then they went into the rain (the rain was dry). Before me, it was good not to reach because I was walking on the other side of the street. But one man in a decent, clean costume was not lucky. He did not have time to escape the markedly fired projectile, and his white shirt ceased to be. Burned with righteous indignation, he went to the child and began to explain to him that he could not do so. And here, from wherever you go, it pops out with the usual arguments for the representatives of this species: "What are you clinging to my child??? I will call the police now!!” and further on the list. The man looked at her, silently leaned, took the sand and threw right into her judging the whole new dress. Then, without listening to the hundreds of times increased cries and threats, he departed.



Morality, I think, everyone can find out on their own.