There was no combinence in the childhood, there was an old Zaporozhye in the backyard, at whom the door was opened with a single coin. When it rained, it was nice to sit there with a book and eat a piece of sugar. Even in Bulgaria, as a child, I was, we go somewhere, my adults, Bulgarian adults, all not very familiar and therefore very polite, and I look - the Zaporozhets stand. I think I will show everyone the magic. He took it and opened the door, like in the old Zaporozhye. But nobody was delighted, and everybody was silent about it.