This story happened fifteen years ago. My future wife (at the time) once before the New Year spoke that she wanted to put a tree at home. But in Penza they are almost not sold, so, I said, I had to buy a pineapple, as usual. In general, on the thirty-first of December, while I was passing through the city, I saw a man selling trees, and immediately called his wife, saying "there are selling." Next, from her words:



“Father, after your call, immediately gathered and bought a tree. Coming home, we removed the jewelry from the pine tree, we hung it onto the tree, and the pine tree was dragged to the garbage container. He came back and told him that a drunk man was in front of him. Who, having seen how the pine with the remains of the New Year's pine tree is thrown into the garbage container, sat down in the squabble and with pain in his voice pronounced "blue".