A grandmother, 80 years old, is sitting watching a telecar - some field, a tractor... suddenly begins to rust. I am her: what are you? She: He was fucking me! Who is? My first love!
And he begins to tell the story: when I was a naive girl, I fell in love with the guy Kolka Zavyalova, and one day I came to him on a seamless, and he is a tractorist. We are talking to him, suddenly I see the HTZ stamp on the tractor, I ask that it means, and he seriously me so: Hut Traktorist Zavialov...I, he says, I remember walking proudly, my beloved, though Hut Traktorist, but on the tractor engraved))and I forgot about this at all, and I look at the story about HTZ, I immediately remember)) turned out to be Kharkov Traktor Plant!! to
This is how youth breaks down in old age.