My father and I went home from town to village. On the way I fell asleep and slept halfway. She woke up, and the father after a short silence says: "I go, he says, I see that the birds in front of the road are sitting, they are not going to fly away, even, he says, the light of the fares does not shake them. And next to you you are sleeping, I think if I ring, the daughter will wake up. So I broke them.”