Mm to:
XXX: It was somewhere in early April.
I walk on the sidewalk and see the gloves lying. I thought that the woman going in front of her fell, picked up, wanted to give. But I see, the gloves are men’s, obviously not her. I took it and threw out the gloves. In the back, some drunk spotted "ei, I lost the gloves!" I did not explain anything to him, picked it up and went on. He threw it out at the corner again. A fool came out of the balcony again. So he carried his gloves almost to the house, and there he threw them into the garbage.

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And in our time on the branch of the nearest tree or bush hanged. The sadness.