We are sitting in the office together – I and the dark silent grandfather of post-retirement age. All communication with him is reduced to “good morning, Anatoly Ivanovich” – “to tomorrow, Anatoly Ivanovich”. And suddenly today he decided not to remember his Soviet institutional youth.
“And the women’s and men’s toilets,” he says, “were separated by a cardboard partition. Naturally, someone immediately thought about making a hole of the size of the eyes to look at the girls. Everything was fine until one comrade thought of pushing a member into this hole - the girls to pop. But it was not there. Everyone screamed, but one was not confused and the member grabbed so that he even blew up, and cried the cleaner - hold on, and I will call the head of the department! Five minutes later, the head of the department ran, saw such a case, pushed the cleaner away, grabbed herself for the member and shouted - call the rector! The rector ran away... He didn’t get anything, but the moral degradation of the member’s owner was expelled from the institute.
And you say, today’s youths have a moral image not that... Yes, not that...