I had a friend who was 60 years old. Small growth, but rooted. He was always dumb, serious. He said little about himself. He worked as a master at the factory. But in the face obviously unfriendly. It is a fairy tale.

And one day it turned out that they sat with them at the table, talked about who in his youth lived, where he studied, gave birth, etc. Here his wife recalls: "I remember I was in the ninth month of pregnancy, something caught up, went to the hospital. Even the hormones prevent me from concentrating, the nerves give up, it is hard to walk, I barely got to the hospital, sat in a line. I go to the doctor, get up on the weights, and they don’t work. Doctor, how can you scream at me that I broke them! I have never felt so bad! She went home, her husband complained. He gathered his friends that evening. They went to that hospital, found this doctor, and fixed his weights.”