Two years ago, I worked in a fire alarm company. The General won a tender for dismantling and installing in several kindergartens. He sent our brigade there. To be honest, I resisted for a long time, it was very hard for me to watch the children who were abandoned. But the boss sold, and we started the work. At first, the children were afraid of us, then used to and already helped, unfolded control blocks, wrecked wires, and we brought them anything delicious from the house for this, the educators did not object. It was even fun, fast friendship, but there was a moment when we needed to move to another object. The separation was not easy. Even my wife and I rushed to adopt one, but we were not given, because in the demands we needed our own apartment, and we only rented and had a newborn child.

In general, children are very cruel, and here, where there are no one who could fully give them their love and care, especially. And especially children are cruel to those who are not like everyone else. And one girl in one of the internships was exactly like that, red, red, like fire and all, all in the lights, straight, all the face wrapped. Obviously, the children attached to her and often offended her. Several times, I remember, I even talked about this topic with teachers, but the conversation was very cold.

Because her friends didn't go well with her, we quickly made friends with her. She was very curious, she wanted to know, “What kind of box is this? What are you doing with this plastic? Why do you have a screwdriver with a lamp? She had to explain everything thoroughly, otherwise she did not lag behind and asked to explain it in a new way. For this, sometimes in the morning, when she came to "help" us, in a joke, I called her Vaccination. “Here, the spark has come again.” She was terribly offended and red, becoming just fire. Then I came down from the stallion, knocked her on the shoulder and said I was joking. Then I picked up cookies or candy and cooked.

It was winter and I built them a hill in the yard, in the breaks between the work. I bought a few inflatable plugs and during the walk there was a whole agitation, everyone wanted to ride. And as to the evil on this hill, Prishekka broke her hand, a unsuccessful fall, and most likely one of the children pushed her, and the educators did not look after her. I remember that day I came home upset when I told my wife that they both separated. Thank goodness, everything went well and my hand quickly healed, but I did not see Prishpka again, because she was transferred to another corps, which was in another part of the city.

But this is not the end of the story, this story has a happy end. Not long ago, coming from another trip, I went to pick up my bone from the garden. As usual, I dress him in the dressing room and comes in, whoever you think, a stick! Oh, what a joy, she immediately recognized me, hugged me, say hello, Vladimir Andreevich. I too, how cold are you? And here mom goes in, you won’t believe, too, red-cutting and with swallows. We talked, I told everything, how and where, under what circumstances I met. We agreed to meet in the children’s park. It turned out to be unlikely to have them in the family all red and dad and mom and son and now Nastenka. They had a tragedy before that, got into an accident and the youngest daughter died. And when the sorrow became unbearable decided to adopt a child, came to the first internship and accidentally saw the Vaccine, it was like a thunderstorm in the clear sky. They adopted her without thinking and lived there for a year.

I hope we will continue to meet them. And they will be fine.