When I was in the fifth grade, someone brought me naked cards. Of course, all the lessons were forgotten. After some time, already in the summer, a friend who lived in front of the district bathroom ran and snorted that there began to change the windows, and the new glasses were not yet painted. The women’s room was on the second floor and was well viewed from the roof of his house. Two days we sat there and made conclusions for ourselves: either the cards are false, or the beautiful aunts do not go to the bathroom.