Old ladies walk around the city and offer passers all kinds of literature about God. So I sit like in the alley on the bench - I see these grandmothers (B) go and stick to the passing guy (P), dialogue:
B: Young man, do you know how to find peace of mind?
P: I am sure yes! In the grave!
B: Why are you so? Do you want to get it now?! to
Q: What do you think!!! to