He walked through one of the many small courts of our town and witnessed an interesting picture. A boy aged 16-18 comes out because of the corner of the house with a package of something there and suddenly stops sharply. After a second’s pause, he surprises: “Daddy?” At the other end of the courtyard, a pair of middle-aged men came out of the entrance, the man also slowed down and, looking at the screaming man, says not loudly, but hears (the acoustics of the courtyard allows): "Son?!". He throws his hand luggage and moves rapidly in the direction of the guy, he does the same, periodically shouting "Map" and "Son", respectively. They meet in the middle of the yard and warmly embrace. I stunned, but I paid attention to the woman who accompanied my father, she was filled with laughter, almost suffocating. After a few seconds of this soap opera, father and son begin to laugh in their voice. And the mother of the family, who passed by at that moment already near me, resting, explained: "This is how we live: two fools, the son 5 minutes ago for bread came out."