Last summer, one beautiful morning, as it turned out, it was the next anniversary of their wedding, the grandfather armed with a bagel (where he took it), stood up under them with his grandmother's windows and began to perform some kind of romance very loud. The grandmother cries out and gives a very unexpected reaction: "Mudjan old, I hate this song!!!!". Grandpa reacted more unexpectedly. With the words: All for you, my soul, he continued to perform this romance of, seemingly, hundreds of couplets, even louder and more disturbing.