Two hours ago I was back by car from the sea – I was driving, my mother, my wife and my one-year-old son who slept all the way. At the entrance to the city, haishniki stood checking the cars, as far as I understood on the occasion of the day of the Air Force. We were stopped, I start to dig into my pockets in search of documents suits the hoistner and starts in the form:

Good afternoon, the inspector.

I hear an unhappy whisper from behind:

Keep quiet, do not scream.

The haishnik stopped, I stopped crawling in my pockets from an unexpected turn. He looks at me with amazement, and I look at him. A minute of spectators. Then he whispered to me:

Are you okay?

And also a whisper.

The happy path.



Yyy: Women with a child develop a "mamkin voice". I go on the street. There is a scream from the window, “Well, go home quickly!” I went home immediately. Then “stop. This is not my street. Not my mother. I have a lot of years.” I went home for the case. It worked on the goose.