Found on his head
Autumn was, was cold, birds stopped pecking ... somehow I'm going home. Standard look down, because downstairs at this time of year, anything can lie, and once again wash jackboots lazily. Humor is consistent with seasonal and communal realities of our Gryazburga. see - lying in a pool for a small, dirty, trembling. Foot moved - like chick even alive, though on the verge. I'm actually not a compassionate man and the death of every creature'm just - natural selection ...But then I do not know, which was. From himself did not expect. Picked up and brought home. Head thought that die becauseknow - fell out of the nest almost never survive, and the feeding of - a wild hemorrhoids. In short - the goal justifies the means.But it's done, accepted responsibility and now it's just throw the body, which is warmed by the heat of my hands - is to betray.Such is the moral and ethical popandos.