I remember we only got married, the dishes were not much yet, I took from a neighbor's cage. I do not remember in what form I took it, but when I washed it after floating, it all seemed to me that I still needed to, that I was a ballad and so did something else. The neighbor said, “It’s not mine.” And her husband said, "This is ours, and you said, it is not washed." I still can’t forget, I’m not specifically))))) I haven’t taken anything foreign since then.