It was a few years ago. She was transported to the universe after her vacation to Moscow. I went to my grandmother to say goodbye. She prepared for her a dried trout (meat, melissa, to make tea) - all signed, wrapped in newspapers and bound with rubber. I say in a joke, say, in the examination will be arrested - they will say marijuana is lucky (and the daughter only with hand luggage). Here my grandmother grabs out one of my clutches and ticks under my nose terribly, expressing dissatisfaction with my insensitivity, says: It is written CHABREC!!!! to