One of my acquaintances rejected the thesis that words can’t solve anything.

Let’s call him Tolkien. He was struggling seriously with his wife. She eventually went to her mother with the words, "I will file for divorce myself." Staying in proud solitude, he thoroughly dressed himself in the first evening. And somewhere by the first hour of the night, I realized that drinking is a disappointment and you need a companion who can speak out. He called one of his former friends with whom heined a friendly relationship. Why did he call her, history is silent.

The former (let’s call her Lena) with a sleepy voice naturally refused to go crawling through half a city at the second hour of the night. Despite the friendly relationship. He hanged the phone.

Tolik was overwhelmed, but here from Lenin's number called back. A gentle man’s voice was presented by Maxim. He told Tolik that he had recently become Lenin’s husband. And he is very eager to know how scary his wife in the middle of the night drunk men call. He opened the Pandora’s box.

Tolik first diplomatically expressed his understanding about Maxim’s dissatisfaction. Then he described his situation. In general, word for word and dialogue ended in the fact that Maxim dressed up, got a bottle of some cognac from the stocks and went to bow to Toliko. In spite of Lenin’s protest.

Closer to dawn, their joint sitting gained a shade of Zen enlightenment. And they called both wives by loud communication, acting as each other’s lawyers.

And the potential divorce has strangely turned into a friendship between two young families.