I was fed jelly when I was a kid. First, my grandfather rubbed her back, then my father – heels. Then the mother scalds with boiling water and says:

- I'm a jelemishik, son, yaku fathers and praats. You'll understand.

So 20 years later, I grew up and went to a big city to study. And they called me on the list, and decided to joke: they mixed demidrol into beer. I blew the whole bottle, nothing. Everyone's looking, surprised. And the poison does not work - the gut is jelly. Once in the back of the door, the hopnik stuck a knife under his rib - his hand slipped off: it does not penetrate the skin - it is doubled with jellyfish. Another drunk car drove into me, was not seat belted. His head - on the steering wheel, the clot came off - died. I only had a bruise for a couple of days. Examination then established that he was driving 90 km / h. I went back to my hometown in the summer and the bad news was that my grandmother had died.

- Go," says the mother, "to the grandmother, at the same time jellymish narvi. I come, and this jellymish grows right above the coffins, resembles human silhouettes, and does not grow anywhere else.