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I would even say that in real life, this approach to choosing a partner will only increase the chances of infidelity. Assuming, of course, that this partner even wants to enter into a relationship or won't break it off if necessary.

What degenerate Soviets.

Perhaps the mayor's friend owns a small factory that produces white paint; they bought a large stock, and now they need to find a use for it.

Isn’t that cottonwood fluff?

Yes, in this picture, he's on the ground, but in reality, he's also in the air, at the same concentration. Because the Soviet people, with their supposed 400 IQ, decided to save money and plant cheap poplar trees everywhere to please Comrade Stalin for Lenin's birthday.
However, painting the tree trunks is also an eyesore and a foolish idea.

The same situation in the area where I live.

Oh, you're complaining about the fluff... I never really paid much attention to it in a negative way, but okay.

What a bunch of degenerate Soviets.

But we don't have any down. Because we have 7 degrees Celsius. For two weeks already.

Because we have 7 degrees Celsius. It's been like that for two weeks.

You're lucky. We're already experiencing hot weather.

We had seven degrees for two days last week, but unfortunately, that wasn't enough and it was too late.

I never really paid much attention to it in a negative way, but okay.

I didn't notice it either, because before the weather was worse and there was less of it, but now it's like snow in winter, and it's not nearly as fun when it gets into every room, and outside it blinds your eyes, hair, and nose. Even in my area, where it was almost never present, it's now everywhere in clouds and patches.

It brought back some memories, haha... a little nostalgia for the 90s...

and it's not nearly as fun when it gets into every room, and outside it clogs your eyes, hair, and nose.

Every year, it's the same fun. I remember when I was a kid, we used to play by setting piles of fluff on fire. It burned nicely.

They could have poured gasoline on themselves and set themselves on fire.

we are now planting normal poplar trees (if they are planted at all). although some of the old ones are still around.

They could have doused themselves in gasoline and set themselves on fire.

No, we're not Vietnamese Buddhists.

I've always wondered why the song says "poplar fluff, heat, July," when the fluff usually stops falling by the end of May.