Today, 7-30 in the morning, the wife is going to work in the city, we live in the village in a private house. As a loving husband, I go open the gates, start the car. I shifted the swarms, I began to open the swarms (like "in the guests of the fairy tale") and at the same time, loudly, long, with a crack of pear, lengthy, for a few seconds. Naturally, at the same time, a young neighbor leads on the street, next to me, two children by the hand to the school camp, looks at me with a stone face, pronounces:

Good morning to you!! to

Shame on how...