Straga: I go in a bus type ~Ikarus~ in front of the rebe and next to the passage is a mom of huge size 35-40 years. Opposite stands a man of 50 years and offers the lady to sit in his place, and he has to go to the exit, like we two in a narrow passage we will not fit. The lady refuses and grit: who needs that passes! A man whispered with his heart toward a lady. At this very moment, the lady rounded her eyes and issued a phrase after which I then roared openly all the way: Oh, you are an old dog! I decided to worry about me!!! to