Once upon a time, in the countryside, where he rented an apartment, he gave the local boy a little money: he went to work, it was morning, late autumn with rain, and he (this boy) was sitting at the stop in matte tapes on his bare leg and trembling.

It was a pity, he gave a significant note. Give and forget. He drank the money, but...

Since then, this BOMZ, when he saw me, has waved his hand and spoke to the whole area:

"The best people of the area - a fiery greeting! "

All the neighborhood grandmothers whispered to me: “His son!”