How were happy times of my grandmother!
Men at forty she looked fifty, sixty to thirty women, and rarely anyone came to the seventy, but the old were respected at the time of my grandmother!
Husbands beat their wives, mothers blasted his children, his older brothers beat the children and all beaten by the dogs, in short, no one was bored at the time of my grandmother!
And then there was physics. My grandmother always said: "We must give respect to the priest, with his books because they can make the Physics "
Men at forty she looked fifty, sixty to thirty women, and rarely anyone came to the seventy, but the old were respected at the time of my grandmother!
Husbands beat their wives, mothers blasted his children, his older brothers beat the children and all beaten by the dogs, in short, no one was bored at the time of my grandmother!
And then there was physics. My grandmother always said: "We must give respect to the priest, with his books because they can make the Physics "
The priests could turn into animals and even inanimate things. They acted at night, witching hour, to check what you were doing.
There was the issue of wood, for example. Each family in turn would bring to the priest. But not everyone was happy for him having to work for free. So they tried to escape with some excuse. Then the priest ignites, carrying his huge belly on top of the pulpit and unleashed an endless sermon there, which threatening hellfire to those who were failed in their duties as good Christians. The day after the wood was delivered with some pieces more. In
country but there was a man who would not obey. The sermons they do not slip on his shoulders, making them slightly and raise the mass, who pretended to follow in the churchyard together with others, he was shaking his head. He was a man of few words from the head as hard as the stone of the mountain on which he lived. Alone, because no woman wanted a bear like that.
One night coming home man saw before him a large fire that was blocking the path. Strangely enough, the flames do not expand or extinguished, but closes the path that would take. The man saw that he was in Physics. Then, picking up the big stick spikes he wore, he began to beat the flames stirred under those crazy furious blows, until it died away, as suddenly as it had appeared.
The next day the priest was seen to drag home all bruised and with one arm around his neck. How
were funny times of my grandmother!
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