When I look at the school.
The road takes 15 minutes. I am walking along a narrow, slippery road that goes past the Pyaterochka store and past its huge garbage dump, standing near residential buildings. It is always littered and always smokes.
I walk through the courtyard of school number 682, bypass a group of smoking moms who loudly discuss the school. Wipers with shovels go by, which I dodge, children rush with huge backpacks and cats walk. They are fun and beautiful. In the fall they were kittens. I find it interesting to see how they grow
