Peter on Friday night. A young couple walks around the center. The husband (he is, as it is easy to guess, the storyteller) usually thinks about everything at once and nothing specifically, the wife practically looks at the passers and after the process announces: "Let's come home, we will shave your beard." The husband, without much surprise, said, “Why is this more?” Wife: “Now all the youths have beards. You have become like a little boy.”