I do not like it.
I once wrote about how I met a friend, listened to her groans about how hard it was to live, offered work to her and her husband, in return, eventually heard a refusal of the proposed work and a request to take money to pay utility bills. I met her on March 7, the song is still the same, only a refrain was heard moaning about the fact that her husband from the ChOP povel for being on the site in a state of intoxication. And again – all are to blame, everyone should … What I want to say. I do not like. I do not like squalid.