I go from work in a trolley bus. A few young people are standing at the door and talking. He tells one:



My grandfather was amazing. He fought in civil war. They had to fight for the red or for the white. He had to choose who to go: to the red or to the white. If you come to the white in the army, then you are given boots, but there are no shoes. And if to the red - then you will get a shoe, and their boots have a strain.



And then the grandfather took and registered first to the red, and then to the white. I got shoes and a shiny. Then he took the shoes and took the red shoes and exchanged them for two shines. And the shinyle opposite to the white took and changed two pairs of boots.



I am shocked by the story, comrades, apparently too, and the cat with the lamp in shock. One asks the storyteller:



For whom did he fight, for the red or for the white?



And he didn’t fight at all, he fixed the clock.