There is one arc on my way to work. carefully in front of the school. So, before, there was the inscription: "10A sausage". This inscription lasted two years. The ten-classers, who were in it, changed, but the 10A class itself permanently sucked, regardless of the composition of the ten-classers. This week, the arc, gm, "restaurated" - painted the walls, painted the cylinder. And 10A could probably breathe more freely, without obstructing the breathing of foreign objects in the mouth. But it was not there. Today on the way to work, I saw the arch updated. On the wall was written with a black mark: "Truth will not be painted: 10A still sows".
Something in this life is constant.