XXX: My mom told a story from my childhood, I mean in my childhood I was very hard, up to 11 years old, and when there was a kindergarten there was a quiet horror. There was a morning in the kindergarten, all the children are teaching verses, and I am teaching, I do not tell my mother, the teacher said a surprise for parents. Well, in the morning, it is my turn, I get up with all this coloring, with a huge red band on my head, in clothes imported from abroad from relatives, I open my mouth and I give "Kha khichit vohon khaja, kachaul, ghabez phopaj.
All the words in this verse were with the scratched letter “R”... people laughed, cried... and knocked very loudly at the end.
In the end, it turned out that my teacher hated my mother, and here... played out... And I got rid of the fear of the scene and forever worn out in my memory a lovely poem :)