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The pillars are worse than poplars!
On Friday at approximately 18-00 - 18-20 I pass through the courtyard along Krasnoarmeyskaya 112 and Lesnaya 7. There is an intensive care machine. There is a children's playground there, so clean and beautiful, surrounded by a metal fence. And behind the fence there was a pole with wires. And he fell. For the fence and playground, a soft-boiled fence. I don’t know what happened there, only the grandmothers in the yard sighed, “But he’s a very young boy...” And there are still the same pillars, old rotten ones, waiting for their “boys,” apparently.