I remember, in our "G" pattern lived a doll of Toll alone. I was 8 years old then. Uncle was fun. I like to drink and have fun. There were always problems with mentions. And when, once again, the thief came into the yard, we didn’t even guess who he was. Uncle Tola again did not share something with his wife and she called out... And here, they take out our neighbor’s pen and throw it through the back door into the car. Following one of the employees and in a moment, on a beautiful trajectory, like in American films, he flies back and painfully splashes on the ground. Out of the car looks an outraged uncle of Tola with a scream: "For me they have been pressed!!!", and knocks the door... And you say, epic wine...