The student bus route. The Monday. The morning. Most of the people quietly sleep, and only a couple of friends in full voice discuss Sunday arrivals, actively using multi-storey non-normative designs. The miniature grandmother, the "God's Dwarf" of the extremely intelligent appearance, rattles and looks at them more and more disapprovingly. Young people, seeing this reaction, diverged more and more. My grandmother can’t end up. With an unexpectedly loud and well-set voice (apparently intended for an audience of 150 people) she gives out: “Young people! It is just disgrace! As a doctor of philological sciences, I am simply amazed at how illiterate and non-cultural our youth is, how negligent you are to your mother tongue!” Next follows a detailed analysis of the dialogue (a grandmother demonstrates excellent memory), expressions acquiring in her mouth an absolutely astonishing “right” sound, excluded from the context, commented on their origin, direct meaning and sacred meaning. As a result, it turned out that the friends went deadly insulted all their friends, each other, and in audition a number of facts about themselves and their personal life, about which it would be better to keep silent. At the nearest stop, the men were quiet. “Mrs Professor! Is it possible to move from criticism to specific recommendations?One of the most grateful listeners. “It’s a pleasure, but it’s time for me to go out!” the old lady replied to the general disappointment.