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Объяснение:
I am ashamed of myself, because when I was vacationing with my family in Turkey, we went on an excursion (the place where the river and the sea meet) where one of the parts of the program was supposed to be catching red book blue crabs (caught, looked, released). I caught a crab, it fell to the floor, well, without thinking twice, I put it in my backpack and forgot it. At night I heard strange sounds, as if someone was scratching. To say that I was scared is to say nothing. And so it took two days and I opened my backpack and was frightened. There was a crab (and alive). Like nothing unusual, I put on a backpack and went outside the hotel, throwing the crab into the trash. I hope he didn't die there.
