When we were at school, the teacher told us a story: the way home.

His old mother was ill in bed, and her son had a family. One evening, he and his wife discussed: "If I don't throw my mother into the mountains, I won't have any money to eat."

The daughter-in-law did not speak, and the son smoked a night of smoke and frowned.

The next morning, he decided. In the evening, the son told her mother to take her to the mountain and her mother struggled to climb up. He has been thinking, going further, and then letting go of her, worried that the mother will find it again.

On the way, he found his mother secretly sprinkled beans behind him. He was very angry and roaring and asked, "What do you do with beans?"

As a result, the mother's answer exceeded his expectations, and he burst into tears: "Stupid son, so far, you don't look at the road, the mother is worried that you will get lost when you go home."