A fool who is willing to admit that he is a fool is probably not the one he pretends to be.

Psychological approach to mothers

I took my mother to Kiev.
Arrived at Kiev Station.
We enter the coupe - there is a married couple a little older than me. They have already dismantled things.
Well, I pull my mom’s baulu – her neighbors came out on the perron so we didn’t bother.
Mother is upset - believes that these neighbors have taken up too much space with their things. Although she has so many gifts and guests, she is lucky that "mama doesn't burn."
I put her things, went out on the perron, I say to these neighbors, "Please, if anything, don't get angry with my mom..."
The woman replied, “Don’t even worry! I have a mother, I understand it. We come well!”
I tell her again, “Please come back in the box and tell her right away that she has a very good son. You will win her heart.”
Well, I didn’t have time to leave the square of the Kyiv station, my mom calls: “Son! I was so lucky with my neighbors! Such people are good!”

When we have high-ranking diletants appointed, it is as if during the casting for a beauty contest instead of beautiful women were recruited curly-legged insurers with the words: "Well, nothing. They get used to, they gain experience. Then they shrink. And there, you look, and they’ll be pretty.”