My sister’s husband told me.
He went to his grandmother Nure for a weekend in the village with his friends. Grandma's godfather: the bathtub to their arrival was melted, the shift was cooked. And here sat 5 brave strawberries at the table after the bath, opened the bottle "white", got salt cucumbers. Baba Neura poured out the shield to everyone... and then one of the boys raises a guilty look at the grandmother and says, “Sorry, but I don’t eat the shield.”
Grandmother dried up for half a minute, went out to the kitchen, brought a bowl with roasted beets, took a spoonful from there and knocked the cotton into the plate with the words: "You won't be a bowl - eat bowl!“”
and eaten.