I went into the Carousel a few days ago, packing shopping from a cart for bags. Suits a man, looks like Jigourdu: healthy, loose, but very unclean. The further dialogue:
Q: Can you give me 50 rubles?
I: Have you tried to earn? Which is healthy.
M: Everyone says that, but no one offers a job.
I look at my three heavy packs and say:
I: Help to get to the car, I’ll give a half.
The man looks at me sadly and says with a loud voice:
M: Well, you can’t just normally give money, right?
He went into the crowd...