Not all scientific developments are for the benefit of humanity. The release of atomic energy led to an arms race; and even the seemingly harmless investigations of academic Pavlov — at least in one known case — shed blood on many innocent people.

I was at a visit to my distant relative, who lives in a large village fifteen kilometers from our district centre. His house stands next to a beautiful newly rebuilt church with shining domes and a bell with watch guardians. I came in the evening. Ilya
Petrovich (so called the old man) was home alone, as his wife left for a couple of days to his sister. He quickly gathered a simple village snack on the table; I put in the middle what was brought with me — well, in general!
The usual conversation in such cases began: as life, as health, what is new? And here Ilya Petrovich, briefly lying down on the wall clock, says:
What is new, you say? Listen to the happiness! Just guess a rumor.
And he himself sits with a drink in his hand, scratches his teeth-free mouth and looks at the clock. Suddenly, the curants at the bellroom began to beat another full hour with a melodic battle, and immediately an incredibly loud and disgusting whisper came from the street - a pig whispered, undoubtedly. Maybe a few pigs at once. Howphony was - even if the saints are out! When the bells were knocked off and the pigs went out, the old man told me the following: He bought it a week ago, as he bought it every year (by agreement), from one grandfather, who lived in a stalled hutor five kilometers from the village, two young pigs. This grandfather - a deaf, like a traffic jamming, a former fleet boatsman - lived there with his grandson-orphan, a boy of fourteen years old, and engaged in the growing of pigs for sale. Always, in all the previous years with his pigs everything was normal, and here - here...
I bought, in general, brought home, dropped in the shell - and that's where it started! The pigs started screaming. And not just so, and, as it was possible to find out through short observations, strictly by hour - in full accordance with the battle of the curants. And not only them.
“Wow, I have clocks on the floor in my wardrobe, you see? I asked
Ilya Petrovich, - I had to stop, or these parnocopytny generally
every fifteen minutes.
Furthermore, it turned out that the clock, as a time factor, was not important - these cattle cried even louder when the bells were ringing at noon, at noon and at night. It smelled mystic – that is, gray. No one knew what could be the case. Neighborly grandmothers pleaded Ilya Petrovich and accused him of confusing his pigs with Satan. This was added to a conflict with his wife (“You think why did she leave? Or, he says, I or the pigs! That, he says, when I come back, and their spirit was not here! Let’s go, let’s sell! In addition, the local father himself a couple of days ago stopped Ilya Petrovich on the street and whispered to him in half a voice - unclean, say, so. Do something.
What will you do here?Ilya Petrovich, not rylli
Are they isolated? Cutting is too early, but it is also unfortunate. Money is
The food is ready and the food is already prepared. And to sell, who am I?
Will I sell here?! to
Then he decided to visit the grandfather once again. I just went to lunch with him today, and you can imagine! He has reached the truth!
Tomorrow I will take these pigs from Jericho back and take the money.
Because the product is unconditional, he said solidly.
Ilya Petrovich, according to him, squeezed until he was able to convey to the deaf animal owner the essence of the problem.
At first, the grandfather could not get what they wanted from him; he was only knocking at the confused eyes and smiling at the smile of a man who suspects that he is being joked.
But then, suddenly, in a moment, his face was illuminated by a sudden understanding of what was happening, and he, knocking his hand on his forehead, shouted:
Why did he bring her from the roof and hang her there? the fifth,
Okay, go to here!
From the house appeared his grandson, who, smashing on the cheeks of the sloth, after two minutes of interrogation in everything and confessed.
It turns out, he read in a textbook about conditional reflexes and decided to check the correctness of the stated experimentally.
To do this, he pulled the old ship market from the loft, which his grandfather brought with him to commemorate the years of naval service, and hanged it before entering the pig farm.
He told his grandfather that he would play sailors.
The experiments he conducted were extremely simple and unstoppable: first he beat the bell, and then he beat the current of pigs.
Literally a few days later, the young scientist managed to unusual results - pigs began to whisper immediately after the first sounds of the market, without waiting for the experimentator to begin to approach them with a naked cable.
In fact, this is the whole story...

Oh yeah yes! The next week, I accidentally saw an advert on the stop, written with the following inscription: "I sell two pigs only to a man who lives near the church." Nevertheless, this old bosman is an honest and conscientious man.