In our country, green youth planted on blooms, instead of flowers, cabbage, strawberries, beets, peanut, etc. It is called urban agriculture. My daughter’s comments: you’re standing like this near the dead, you’re cooking borsches. There is no pot, so you cook in a spoon. There is no plywood, so you heat the lighthouse. And then you honestly look in the eyes of the police, saying "you can’t believe it, borscht warju".