In a wave of general suffering over the beginning of the school year, I discussed the school years with a friend. Next with his words.
“My parents didn’t force me to go to school. Dad was only pleased. In the morning we woke up - the lopata, the villas, the cattle, the straw... Nothing, but not to sit at the lessons. Another day I did not go to school. The same scenario. On the third day, my father only opened his eyes, and I was already in the corridor with my wallet in my shoes. I loved to study.”