I was 18 years old. The Winter. I ran for a meeting with a girlfriend. My path was to the subway, and there is a small slope, well, and the sidewalk plate lies, as Sobyanevsky suggested. Slowly shorter. So here, and on the way my grandfather gets in my eyes, old and with a stick. I think I will help him. Or suddenly slide, there is a fracture of the hip neck, the hospital and the grandfather's cranes. I approach and ask:

Hi to you! I’m always polite to help you. I can lead you, or smoothly.

My grandfather was delighted, and in my hand was stuck an acky cloth. He said he was chewing at home and gave me the address. And happy, I know the address (with my topographic cretinism).

I know where it is. I live in the same house!

My grandfather was blooming. I carried him until I came in. And he says:

Here is thanks! Which entrance are you from? Could we meet?

Stay a lot??? What do you mean, grandfather?

Move to me.

I strongly refused. But now I regret, the apartments with the old grandfather on the road do not fall!