The pure truth.
At the end of the 1990s, an ordinary case between ordinary
tax and tax. With respect to taxation, ESA.
From both sides there are not too mature lawyers - a young girl from the tax (obviously just graduated from the university), and I - then generally still a student. Both of us are a little scared, more - interesting, and also - well, I really want to win the case, so we are both pale-red and slightly upset.
The judge - a solid gray uncle in a coat, looks at us with indulgence, sometimes even hears andins an absolutely unobtrusive look.
I try in my fiery speech to prove that the tax authority missed the deadline for sending the demand for tax payment (which was important - in essence, it is almost 100% win of the case), and I pump quickly, because there is nothing more to say.
The girl, apparently, upset by the unexpected arguments for her, also flamingly begins her speech: "Here you are saying that we missed the deadline... Oh, you missed..." And fills with paint, gathering with further thoughts.
The indignant gray judge, waiting for a three-second pause, also calmly and kindly decided to help the girl: "No, well, the first time you said everything right!“”
The girl understood everything and quietly sat down on the chair with wide open eyes.
The curtain.