I was disgusted by your remarks, at once a breath of beerie, vodka, barbeque, life plans, discussing someone's fate, half-drunken giggles of women with shitty colored hair, gold crosses around their necks, central russian forest, debris on its edge, birches, yells of 50 years old women, after-dinner conversations, mobile phones, metro, children in colorful chinese dresses, smiles of mysteriously retarded young mothers in the park sleeping areas, a trace of the plane in the sky above the town near Moscow, the first drugs of frisky blond children, begging for food with the dogs in the subway underpass.
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