I have been standing at the mail for 20 minutes and, judging by the speed of promotion and the number of people, standing for a long time. Near the table, where people usually fill, there are two chairs: on one a pregnant woman, on the other an old lady, standing, borrowed, sat on the table. Well, those who need it most, mostly the old ladies (C), irritated by expectation, start: here is the hamlo, the fu, the youth, you can’t sit at the table!
No, there are no chairs.
C: Bring it out of the house and sit!
There are no chairs at home either.
Are you sitting at the table at home too?
I : Yes!
So that’s how my mom raised me, Fu!
I: - She left me when I was 7 days old, and I was raised by the state, and you can see what!
It was the first time in my life that I had so much silence!