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Now imagine what it was like for me: one day I just appeared in the middle of the garden, not knowing who I was, or how I got there, or where the exit was. There were only two men nearby: the older one with the beard looked awfully pleased, and the other was grimacing and holding his side. We stood and looked at each other, and when the pause got long, the bearded man decided to introduce himself. ‘I am God’, he says, ‘this is Adam, and you are Eve’. I created you from one of Adam's rib and it was good. ‘Ummm’, I muttered without any idea how to react to this information. God got a little sulky because of the lack of applauses, and referred to urgent business needs God left, saying before leaving that that garden was our home, and that there were not any other territories or people, nevertheless we could do anything in the garden. Having already moved away for a decent distance, he turned around and shouted loudly: "I almost forgot to say, do not touch apples from antonovka apple tree – they were for the New year party!".
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