Ukrainian and Sal.

We visited one Ukrainian. They drank vodka, ate deliciously, played cards :-) One of the guests, somewhere read a foolish joke that any Ukrainian always has somewhere hidden fat.
The guest once joked - like let's get the salad, everyone laughed.
Two jokes - not very funny anymore.
The Ukrainian went to his refrigerator, he showed.
Everything is - you can take and eat, but specifically salt - not!
And the guest is already drunk and the idea of fixing him is a pebble salad!
No one is funny anymore, rather we laugh no longer at a joke, but at a drunk guest.
He says salad, but where is the salad?

We explain to him with the choir that it is too late to go to the Bazar now, there is no room anywhere and there will be no room, and at all, tie it with your salt!
But if a drunkard gets into his head, it is very difficult to switch the attention, for three hours he brought us out with his nits.
I would love to give him a foolish room - but all the shops are closed at night!

At 4 o'clock the host-Ukrainian did not stand, jumping up. And he says, drown up!! to
And really get somewhere out of the closet a piece of good salt.
No scene: we have round eyes, a drunk guest in the stupor.