My grandmother decided to move the closet. For three days, my grandfather’s brain was composed, the day they fought, the day they didn’t talk. Then she put on a cloth and started pulling it by herself. The grandfather stood up, cried out, “Well, fool, you’ll shake your back,” called the neighbor and moved the closet. Then he ran to his neighbor for a bottle and drank it with him, the next day he suffered from a sting. Then it was again Monday and the grandmother decided to hang the shelf. As I expected, I hanged the regiment myself. I have never seen such insult in the eyes of the elderly! My grandmother did not drink, my grandfather did not drink on Saturday. The neighbor looked at Koso, asking if I would be home soon. Two months in the village. I no longer interfered in the natural course of events.