I met the New Year with friends in the village. One evening we impatient with the girls tell fortunes for Mr Right. Ask us for a grandmother that lived on the outskirts of the village in the old crooked house. Well, in short, everything as it should be, - lit candles, dim the lights in the room, tuned to divination. And on the street at that time, near the home Babkin local village boys were drinking vodka and loud bellow. Suddenly something suspicious, they stopped. One of them - a drunken idiot, crept up to our window, lowered his pants and leaned his bare ass to the glass. At that moment we entered the room granny. Looking at the window, she was dumbfounded at first and then started its baptized:
"God - Father - Holy! Whose face is the same, and there in the window?!"
We girls were laughing till you drop ....
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