A story from my grandfather’s life. Born in pre-war time got the name October (I don't know how in other CIS countries, but I still have a grandfather named Council).



So the story itself. My grandfather October was the editor of the regional newspaper. Everything was in the party at the time. He was at one of the party’s meetings. Then he began to get to know other people. A man approached him and extended his hand:

- February

A man without a back mind:

- October

He turned to him and went away. As it turned out later he insulted my grandfather, thinking he was mocking his name)) Until he showed him the party ticket he did not want to believe it)