How long have you been talking, how many questions have you been asking? I answer. The case was so:

Twenty-five people came to the village celebration: knights, peasants and girls. They were gathered in a cage. The unbroken sergeant in an old calf climbed on a low base and looked around them with a contemptible look.
Are you a knight, a hundred anchors in my ass? The sergeant questioned the crowd, running through the eyes, as if asking a question to everyone on the field.
The crowd responded differently.
The lazy young soldier, standing just aside, quickly counted the number of respondents.
“Seventeen,” he said to the sergeant.
The sergeant smiled before the following question, held a pause and shot with the words:
Are you a girl, do I breathe?
part of the crowd. The knights pale and lowered their eyes to the ground.
- Yes, - with laughter heard from the crowd, after which the ordinary said: "Twelve".
Are you a farmer, plunging over a horse? The last question was asked by the sergeant.
“Yes,” he heard from the crowd, and the ordinary said, “Eight.”
Go away! The sergeant shouted, casting a playful look at the girls, and began to descend from the bridge.

Thus, only three questions were asked.