So, my girlfriend and I are 15 years old - and we kiss on a bench in the park (well, we were nowhere, nowhere). Beyond us go two old ladies – of the Ahmatov type, old Petersburg women... And one of them begins to be outraged (naturally) by the “morals” of modern youth. To what another, so, by the way, replies: “You hear, girlfriend, stop whispering... You might think that when you took in your mouth, you wore white gloves.”
Our reaction was a fierce applause.