Once in my youth, when I still lived with my mother, coming back after another walk under the cockpit in this form to get in the eyes of my mother was a shame, so I arranged a whole exam for myself in the entrance. He walked on a straight line, touched the tip of his nose with his eyes closed, spoke all sorts of terrible phrases, such as "Sirenovsky", "Ingeborge Dobkunite" and so on. After an hour of training, I did all these things on the machine and satisfied with the result, a snack with a gum got up home. Opening the door and entering the hallway from the room, my mother’s voice heard: “Drank? I replied, “Yes,” and went to sleep.