Someday during a family feast, his father told the following story: somewhere in the 90s he decided to arrange a book, he had something about $ 200 there, which for us at the time was angry money. And one day, he comes home, and there are no books, he raised the whole house to his ears - where are the books? My grandmother successfully removed them. The father was then digging in a washing machine, looking for a snail, not for an hour, but never found anything. And now, 20 years later, at the same feast, my 35-year-old uncle declares that he had found it long before his grandmother threw out the books, spent it, and told his grandmother to throw out the books.