Once, my 4-year-old niece Mashenka was playing on the balcony. On the floor above stood two men, smoked and naturally through the word jumped the mother-in-law... The sister’s husband also went out onto the balcony and, as a strict father-in-law, guarding his daughter’s ears, addressed the neighbors:

The guys! A child is playing here. You would be more careful in expressions, and you would smoke better outdoors, or smoke pulls.



The neighbors, like decent people, promised that everything would be OK.

Not having time to close the door behind him, the daddy hears the angelic voice of Mashenka:

Dad is gone! You can smoke and wrestle!