You're also blaming me for my father! Haven't you said so many times that it's a good thing our dad is a trucker, and he hasn't been around for a long time?.. The first time I heard that from you, I thought you were joking. However, I later became convinced that no, he wasn't joking. And I've been wondering for a long time: why does my son dislike his own father so much? This is despite the fact that your father always loved you, never raised his hands... It would seem, on the contrary, he is a man, and you, dear son, are also a man. And that says it all! Ah, no!"

— Hey, citizen?! Do you hear? Hey! Grandma-ah! Come to your senses!

— "An – no!"... an — no…

– What is "an - no"? Do you hear what is being asked of you: "Where are the snowdrops from?"

–Yes... yes.".. From where? Snowdrops grow in the forest.

— Tell me what's on the ground, peeking out from under the snow.

– Yes! From under the snow…

— We are from the environmental inspectorate. We will fine you…

– Oh, little sons and daughters, Yes... yes... no... no need. I'll disappear completely. I'll go now.

"What do you mean, 'I'll go'?" And the fine?

— Why are you picking on the old lady? — the man who was buying fried sunflower seeds nearby was indignant.

— You, dear, mind your own business.

— I have already completed "my business", and now…

– Well, go ahead.

"Don't send me any further." I want to be closer to... injustice.

— Stepan, let's go... otherwise the beer will get hot!

— Go ahead, Oleg, drink! I'm telling you again: I don't want a beer!

– Well, why are you interfering with your justice again? Where did you see her?

– Citizen, be a witness. We will draw up a protocol stating that this grandmother sold snowdrops. And they are known to be prohibited for sale.

— Wow! I didn't know.

— That's what we told you.

"Why?"

— So that you, as a witness, sign the protocol. Now you will know.

— Oleg, don't you dare sign it.

— no! I won't sign it!

- why?

"Because I'm... busy."

— We see that you are not busy with anything.

— I'm with Stepan! I'm going to drink beer! We're in a hurry!

— Oleg, we're not going yet. I need to protect my grandmother.

"He's a weirdo. I repeat: stay out of your own business. Let's go.

– Dear inspectors, perhaps you will still leave such a thankless task as fining the elderly and infirm people?

— Stepan, what are you talking about? Leave it.

— These inspectors, or whatever their name is, may not have enough money for beer.…

– Dear sir, you insulted us during the performance of our official duties.

— You've already been the first to offend Grandma several times. But I don't love you!

— How many snowdrops are there?!

— Not for sale!

— Why are you responsible for Grandma, dear so-called inspectors?

— Because we generally forbid selling such early spring flowers. And what are these "so-called"? Something is not clear...

— We haven't seen your ID cards... Therefore, dear ones, for Christ's sake, leave Grandma alone.

"What the hell is this?" Are you telling us this?

– Is it really a matter of honor for environmental inspectors to go to a restaurant?: Look at your costumes! Ties! Shirts! Everyone's shoes are probably enough for three grandmothers' pensions!

"Here's the ID."

"One for everyone?"

— I worked hard... Forty years of work experience, and the pension is small," the grandmother sobbed. — Take the flowers, take them. Do whatever you want with them, just don't throw them away. Do not throw it in the trash… leonbet login