A passerby is walking through the village, he is very thirsty. He goes into the last house.
– Master, can I have something to drink? Vovochka answers: “There is a bucket and a pot in the room.” The man groped for the pot in the darkness, scooped it out of the bucket and drank.
– Ugh, little devil, this is urine! Out of anger he breaks the pot. Vovochka with tears:
– Uncle, uncle, what am I going to poop in?
