In the courtyard, the youth drank beer at the brewery. Everything is noble. It was. Until two fools argued how to properly cross a wise crossroads. First slowly, then louder and louder. How about another? Drinking beer in the first half of the night. Twenty minutes later, from a balcony, a man’s voice said, “Will you ever go through this crossroads?” Let the pedestrian pass, I am standing for half an hour!"Seconds three silences, then a friendly whistle and again everything is remarkably noble.