Herds of women come to Uncle Nicholas every day. The men of the village do not understand what he has that others do not. One day decides to find out. Defends the line, enters his uncle, sits down. Uncle Nikola is sitting in a rocking chair and swinging. One man fails and demands:

– Uncle Nikola, who in you is not all of us?
Uncle Nikola lowered his eyebrows with his tongue and determined:
– Well, there’s nothing special about me.