During the day in the subway, I watched a picture: a typical Minsk couple stands - a guy clamps a girl at the door, pushes her hand between her legs, something is trembling there, she stands; in general, they clamp, kiss - and the people a little, the whole car - like a palm. The grandmother comes in. The guy lazyly tears off his lips from his girlfriend, turns to the side of his grandmother, then looks at the wagon, then again on his grandmother, lean to his girlfriend and gives out: "Pizdec youth is with us, the grandmother has gone, who got up to give up."