In general, we have a lecturer at the university named Baran.
And he has such a clever fine (the senior students told): when he comes to a lecture for the first time, his first words are: "I am a Beran." And whoever then begins to laugh, is his enemy forever, and no more trio lights him at the exam.
So, he sees our first course, enters the audience and says, “I’m a Beran.” Everyone sits quietly, and only one guy begins to roast wildly, falls to the floor and rides.
The lecturer approaches him, wears his glasses and strictly asks:
The name?
He stands up and answers calmly:
and a goat.