The day was without number...
Alexey Devotchenko and I walked along Bolshoy Prospekt on the Petrograd side. We pass by a fence, a thin one, made of chain-link mesh. Around the park with a bust of Lenin, on which pigeons always shit. There is a poster on the fence. I say, look what nonsense is written! We stopped, laughed, took pictures. Citizens walk past - zero attention to the fence and the poster.