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One of the most nightmaries of our city, probably, are traffic jams. It aggravates the classic irritation caused by the speed, with which the snail conquers the slope of Fuji, permanent dequires, crowded vehicles is still the fact that the traffic jams of our beautiful city on Mother's Volga are somewhat suited from the finger. In the sense that our city is not so huge to fit the scale of iron pillars. Every day, almost at any time of the day, whether it is twilight morning or evening, the streets are happily lit by bright red cascades of brake lights directed or one or another. And only glimpses of the blue beacons of fast and government tuples make a cheerful color variety in an even eternal waiting palette. Of course, in many respects, the physique of our beloved settlement, repeating all the nuances of the bends of the tired Mother River and has only two longitudinal, and therefore, two main streets. The second cause of daily queues towards her own time, of course, is one of the two main troubles of our Fatherland.

The roads are not enough that they have changed slightly, despite hundreds of printed promises raised at one time above them, they are still too narrow, and narrowed in bottle of necks, and if they are repaired for a long time and somehow more and more often at rush hour, and t . d., etc., and still an accident. About rare transverse bridges A la Avenue of Maslenikov, revolutionary and other, can not even remember. Previously, in the directions of the movements of the movements, it was possible to check the clock, now this method is not enough.

Fatty pedestrianosaps in the stone jungle from the attacks of the ruthless beast named Zeietnota save the horned dinosaurs of the last century, which stretched the steel threads of their routes to almost all available parts of the Samara Universe. Probably, neither in any city of trams either play such a transport role, except for Volgograd in which they replace the subway. Therefore, let them and with creak, in all signs resembling the sound of the already burnt drank, our park of horned monsters is sometimes even capable of some updating to more pretty individuals, the truth is losing their comfort in the evening and morning clock of spawning with human caviar.

If you need to get to the cozy areas of the Uniaune and Junkodka or, on the contrary, get out from there, then the subway in these areas will throw you at such a speed that relatively other urban traffic, you will feel like a tester of the first teleport. Fortunately, our metro station is built and expands with a breathtaking pace with a familiar creak. But if you are a person who has happiness to pollute the environment in favor of his personal time with the personal internal combustion engine, then you need to say about the main reason for traffic jams in Samara. No terrible road, no confusing logistics and an ill-conceived structure, no repairs per hour, etc. And accidents, will not create a plug without the main parts of the puzzle - cars. Silver sprinkle from inside the windshield with hatred in the style of "Poncupil to the right where you all need it," while at the same time in our own four-wheeled comfort, which is trying to move in the overall direction. No, now there will be no Soviet calls on a transplant for bicycles and love to their neighbor, since the objectives of this text are far from any morality. But if a person moves in a common stream, he is his co-author, including the co-author of all nuances of this movement. It is stupid to be, let and temporarily, but part of the common organism and hate everyone around for the desire to the same goals. It resembles a cancer cell philosophy. If you chose you happiness to consume oil, producing poisonous oxide and relatively fast movement, then being in a traffic jam, you can do anything, but do not forget to take on a small one, but still your own part of the responsibility for what is happening around.

You were annoyed by Konstantin Potapov. Good luck on the roads.