I climb the stairs of the underground passage, slowly and slowly the old man with a rod descends to meet me, the others who descend carefully bypass him, almost not noticing.
And here the grandmother goes down the track, and also with a stick, but crawling like a goat, the old woman went around, turned around, looked at him strictly, sparked something, just didn't show him the tongue and jumped on.
I look, I have, I have some mysterious and interesting life at retirement.