YYY: I, father: "Father, you remember that wonderful verse of Kuznetsov "I drank from my father’s skull...""Batya: "Ug, I remember, of course". He pulls a tree on the balcony, bumping under his nose: "Pil from his father’s skull, lamza-drica-hop-tza". Grandma quietly whitens and wears her eyes in manga style