I train in the park. I do the exercise - lifting, turning the tires. All this time there is a man sitting next to the bench, at that age (I see him for the first time) and watching me. Periodically gives advice and comments: "Hold your back straight! Do not bend your legs too much. Keep your back straight! “He overcame short. Well, I try not to pay attention, I continue my business. During my next breathing, he approaches the projectile and says, "Look as you need to," - grabs the tile. The cover is heavy, large.

- Man, maybe not, I would have melted at least... - I try to stop him (man does not look like an athlete).

Give it here, don’t bother it. (Okay well what)

The "Teacher" begins to raise the blanket, blows, matches. In the middle of the road, it is expected that the roof will collapse together with the man who grabs his back, while whispering something non-member separated. There is no scene. After resting, sitting on the ground, he throws a wicked look at me and says, “Dowye...seated? ? to ? “ He asks me! ) is

I’m... I’m... I’m... I’m... I’m... I’m. I am.. )