A friend of my father, and myself for years, for a long time, alone, in the village, cared for his elderly mother. She was sick for a long time and did not get out of bed. Experiencing that she "has already grown old, but God does not take her away," she constantly lamented the inconveniences brought to her son.

One day, after a long mourning, she demanded, “I will save you from your worries, give me poison!”



The son poured into a glass of vodka (mother did not see it), submissively, without explanations offered, "Look, as you asked, poison. “Drink!”



The mother gathered for a moment, said goodbye to the son with a sad look, and then decidedly drank.



Then there was the look of the deeply deceived man: "If so, then let me eat!"