I recently got into a quarrel with my girlfriend. Today is her birthday. I bought a gift, flowers. I come, I think we will be happy. I knock on the door, three nails in her hands, she covers, the voices of the guests are spread from behind, the music plays... I stretch the flowers, I say, “Do you let go?”" She says, “No!”" With the cry, “Well, then pray, shake up!”" I throw one flower on the floor, and I stretch her two beetles... I’ve shaken myself already in the elevator when I went down...