The real story.
I studied with a boy from Peter. And often he talked about his grandfather, who still remembers the revolution. Once we took a lot of beer with the guys and went to listen to revolutionary stories. The grandfather quickly reached the conversation condition and began:
"I was seven years old, I lived in the village and we had an alcohol factory in the village. The red are shooting, then the white are shooting. All the tanks at the factory were infiltrated with bullets, all the alcohol into the country pond and leaked.
Grandpa and then. How was the Civil War?
We had no war. Red on one side of the pond with circles, white on the other. At the end of the war, it was dried and dried.

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