I am going home now. The road was blocked by a group of alkashi in the stage of "Good Drinker". Years 50-60 from the factory workers. One hand masches (I’m in the headphones, I don’t hear), says, go to us. Well I fit. The question killed. "In what year was Pushkin born?" Without thinking: "Well, 1799". They have stupor. "Sereg, what else can I ask?" EF