Primary School, 89 years.

The teacher, before leaving us home, says: "Boys, do a good, useful thing at home today for parents or others, and tomorrow we will talk about it, consider it a homework, I don't ask for other lessons. "

PFF is. The gift of fate, nothing asked.

The next day, she divided us into three teams and asked, “Masha, what did you do?”

I helped my mom wash the dishes.

I helped my father hang the rack.

I washed the floor.

I brought up the bag.

Who is okay, the teacher placed a flower on the board for a successful pizzage. Our team ceded and in the third round I gave:

“When I went home yesterday, I saw an old grandmother digging potatoes behind the fence, I decided to help her and we both quickly dug her up.

The teacher was upset, but she reluctantly gave the flowers to our team, but we never won.

On the change she approached me:

- Denis, what a potato, -7 degrees, October in the yard.