Ilya Arsenov. Sen. To dispel boredom (№ 297372)

Nothing pleasant, twenty minute walk in this damn forest brought me out of myself. Eyes still itched under his feet came across some driftwood and roots, in the face, climbed the branches and twigs. The last straw was the web, which was invisible only until until stuck to my face.
Stopping, I turned to the nearest tree: bloody forest, as soon as I get out, I'll be back. Will be back with a bunch of fucking lusophonie machines. Knock it down, and the logs will make toilet paper. Paper and sell to Africa, niggers are wiping their Asses...