My mother told.

When you and my brother were young, leaving the house, I pulled out the seals from the TV and hid it until you could see. He tried to save each time in a new place. And here somehow I come back in the evening, tired, I want to rest at the telephone, and, even if you kill, I don't remember where I hid the safeguards. I walk around the apartment with a worried face and look for it. You are watching me with interest.

Finally, you, Masha, can’t stand it:
Mom, what are you looking for?
The guards.
Are these small glass tubes? Here they are, you open the servette and get them out of the sugar bar.
And you, angry, how do you know?! to
We need to watch TV somehow.