I remember as a child, my grandfather shaved with a dangerous shave without foam, but only soaking his face with water. Motivated by the fact that the soap dries him. Takahuli, 40 years ago there was no Davov and Palmoliwe.

And my mother tore his shave, sharpened his pencil to well draw a drawing for the universe. And in the morning, when the bathroom heard a loud, terrible voice: "Musa, fuck your mother!" Grandmother ran to reassure grandfather "not they, you will wake MarjPalnu," my mom quickly dropped into the room, and I fell out of our room with my mom and watched frightened as my grandfather nervously pulled his shaft on the belt that hanged in the bathroom for these purposes, then I knew that on this day my mom would be silk and affectionate, will try to come later than usual, the mouse would jump into the room and again took the shaft to sharpen the pencil.



Oh, it was so warm then, because I later learned that my grandfather had two shavers - one he shaved and hid it under the scarf, and the other kept a look for pens.