It was in the summer, in the village. My vacation ended and I went to town. And I came up with a bright thought to do a good deed for the neighbors at last. I went to my neighbor Seroga and said, "I will leave now, and you will go into our garden, tear the cucumbers."

He said, “We have our own.”

I said, “We will continue to bear fruit for a long time. The leaves are green. You are already yellowed and the harvest is almost over.”

He said “OK” and I went.

But arriving at Bologo, he decided to make a check-up call to the neighbor. This is what conversation took place.

I: “Neighbor, Sergey gave you about cucumbers? “”

She said, “Yes. He said you came to us and said I have bad cucumbers.”