"Who would have thought that human food flies in its original form, swims and grows on trees?"

So one retired general of the other asks, when they accidentally find themselves on a distant island.

It turns out that they are not adapted to life at all. One of them knows calligraphy, but he does not know how to find food.

With grief they almost ate each other. It's good that they came up with a simple peasant, a hard worker to look for.

That for them, and the fire quickly dissolved, and the apples from the tree plucked, and cooked lunch for two lazy people.

And they were at this time, they read all the newspapers, but shouted at the peasant. More than they do not know how to do anything, except how to command.

They did not even thank him. They got used to the fact that everyone obeys them.