From the French website:

This kind of thing happened to me at the school, at the school.
I go with a friend to buy a tie. There are such sets on the shelves - a shirt with a tie, fun. We choose.
Here comes the grandfather of 70 years and asks, "Girls, how much is this set in dollars?
Well, we, the latter, we assume (the course then, 95 years):
Twelve pounds, grandfather
He worshiped:
In my time, 2-3 bucks were worth it!
We are, of course, under the plintus of Ophigenia!! Then I asked my grandfather, “When?” How is?
He answers so seriously:
“I was driving convoys from San Francisco to Vladivostok during the war. One night, a Japanese submarine torpedoed us. Well, the dog is full, the dry cargo to the bottom, save who can! I was caught with mercoses, and I immediately got a glass of whisky. The gram 200. I and Bowie! Mercury as an officer! "Strong man!" they say.

My grandfather interrupted, and I repented: - What is the tie here?! to

And he said, “Fig knows it! Just with San Francisco in the 43th they stood 3 backs.