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In our dormitory in the institute lived a girl from the distant suburb of Moscow. On weekends she went to her mother, and on Sundays she always brought guests out of the house for us, often it was cakes - with cabbage, potatoes in the winter, with apples, crochet in the summer. They lived modestly, there was no father, no mother without education. In order to teach the daughter in the living room, the mother worked in 3 places, the girl also worked.
One day our neighbor returns from the house with pets, cakes with meat, cold. We are surprised - the girlfriend is silent like a guerrilla. But we managed to split it.
In the morning before the main work, her mother washed the floors in the factory. In order to shorten the road, she walked along a narrow path between the fence, the factory and the meat combination. Here she goes somehow, squeezing on the move, and suddenly something heavy falls on her shoulder from above. After a few more steps of inertia, the mother fell to her knees, turned her head to see what it was, and almost fainted. She found a naked leg hanging from her shoulder.
But the woman was strong, rested, then looked at her wear better. It turned out to be half a already quite large, recently struck pig. Apparently, someone from the night shift threw him through the fence, so that, coming through the passageway, without trouble to pick up the meat in a deserted place.
The mother after such a shock did not go away and the harch, which fell from the sky, did not leave the thief. From it was prepared a wealth of meat that struck us."