I brought to my parents souvenirs from Belarus - 3 kinds of sausages of different shapes: a stick, a wheel, and such a small stick half the usual size.
I gave my father souvenirs and went to work.
After a while, a call from my dad:
Q: I found the sausage, so I chose the smallest to try. You know why?
I : No
Q: Mother will come, I’ll show her the sausage, I’ll say it’s very delicious, and I’ve eaten half-fingers.
I’ll hear what she tells me about it.)

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