My mother worked for a long time as an educator in a kindergarten, then in our rural club some organizer. In general, the personality is quite famous and respected. She goes somewhere along the street past two local alkashi, who decided to rest from the influences in the shade under the fence. Alkashi recognized her and decided to pay her tribute.

The first:

“Hello, my name is Father, you’re a good woman. May God give you 100 years of life!

Mother :

thank you! But this is only a hundred years, I don’t want to live so long.

Second, with an angry voice:

It is said to you, live! It will still be out there!