A couple of weeks ago, I was travelling in the Express. My neighbors in an empty three-quarters wagon were a young couple with a baby and a man of fifty. The baby slept peacefully, but the uncle, apparently, could not wait to shame on the topic of "the children were raised here, you understand." At the tenth minute of his loud speech about the inconveniences that babies create to everyone, not only the child, but myself, had already wanted to rush into the whole car. What is characteristic, the child was quickly calmed, the family moved to the other end of the car. The man sat quietly for ten minutes, then went to them and continued to dive, when he began to shake his hands, he had to call the menta. Probably in his universe he was a heroic fighter with damned ovulations, but in mine he was just an old fool.