In front of Redmku Dkyken, Ukraine

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It's happening in Mykolaiv, 8 o'clock in the morning, I'm eating in a minibus (namyv - solyanye), it's crowded, I don't want it to be, here in the market, grandmothers are breaking -
"Herringbone, well, move on, well, they're still listening." It's like they climbed in, only to leave, as one says: "Young man, you would at least stand in a pose, otherwise it will cling to nothing, smoothly everywhere..."
The minibus fell into the sediment.