The summer. The Cabbage. I rest with my friends. There are three boys and two girls sitting at the next table. I paid attention to their conversation (for honour to say not I alone!) A sharp increase in the tone of conversation. It turned out that it was about education. Essence is not important. After the last phrase the girl spoke, we couldn’t get the bartender out of the bar for five minutes. This materialized concentration of glamour gives its opponent:"He went to ##y, mu#k!!! I am studying at the Institute of Culture!!!" XD