If I was not scratched as a child, my father scratched my collar for two. For any reason and without excess moral torment. Just Colkin's father represented his paternal duties. So that the child is dressed, dressed, and fed, and as a consequence sprinkled.
Not the worst option, by the way. Especially since Kolka did not rust, he gave reasons - the father's hand to loosen will be tired. Then the carrot will burn, then the potato storage on the tractor will enter, then the goat in the forest will be tied.
Did I not tell? Colka had a duty to drive the goat to the pasture. In the morning, take away the cows, if you need to kill them, tie the goat. Bring back in the evening. And then someday, Kolka and the goat came out of some conflict, was he stunned? He took her into the forest and tied her to a tree. Coming home, sopped to the pope - our Masha were eaten by wolves. The bell did not remove. In the evening, the mushrooms come, they say - there a goat in the forest stands, tied, cries. Not yours?
A goat or a tractor. My uncle is a tractorist. At lunch came, the tractor on the outskirts put, ran to eat. Here is Colt. Oh the tractor! Go into the cabin, let’s turn there. And I twisted. The tractor stood down, took to go. I was scared, but where are you going? The tractor is going. And the slope rests carefully in the gate of the potato storage. There he came. Clearly, only the door was blown. He walked through the wall and stood up. I walked out, the door closed, and I walked.
The tractor was searched for a week. found by chance. And who will guess in June in an empty potato storage store to look?
So putting the collar was of course for something. However, he did not offend his father, treating this as a painful but inevitable procedure like vaccinations.
Then he smoked something at school. And smoked apparently not in small, but seriously. His parents were called to school regularly, but they did not go. Uncle Wally’s position on education was unwavering as a rock. Your business to teach? Here you study. My job is to grow, I grow. If he comes to school in broken shoes, then yes. And if he reads badly, what does it have to do with me? I don’t call you if he’s badly soaked the potatoes. I handle myself somehow.
Such a shorter position, iron concrete. And for the study, Kolke got the least. If only Kolkina is cool, Nina Stepanovna, the father will happen to meet somewhere, in the store there, or on the street, and let him brainwash. He will go away from it like from an annoying flies, but at home Kolke will fall, of course, for prevention.
Well here. So for the workings at school, Kolka did not worry. But this time everything went differently. He came from school, ate, just got out of the house to hang out, looks out the window, and on the street, in the direction of their home, the classy goes. Nina is stepanovna.
I immediately realized that it wasn’t with the cakes. It is not acceptable for teachers to go home to schoolchildren, only if it is completely over. This means end. And Colkin's ass, sensitive to the belt like a barometer to the rain, was stunned. Both my father and mother were at home. His mother was in the kitchen, his uncle Val was forging with a rifle, he was an avid hunter.
What to do? The ass for the head is an exceptionally excellent incentive to exacerbate sluggishness. And Kolke comes to mind with a brilliant idea.
He jumps out of the cellar, catches the castle on the doorstep, runs out on the street, locks the door from the outside, the key into the pocket, and himself through the cellar, through the yard, back into the house. And as in anything, let your father ride by the ears, distract.
Uncle Val in the window, of course, saw. I saw how she approached, looked into the stove, stood for a second, and went on. Well, she went and went. I thought I changed my mind. This was actually Colin’s calculation. And he justified! has passed. Enjoyed Kolka was already going to run to do a trick with the castle in the opposite direction, then his mother from the kitchen cried out, called for something.
At this time, the Gypsies were driving by the street by the house. The Gypsy camp often stood in the forest behind the village. The Gypsies in the village were not loved, but they were tolerant. They did not trade in theft, although they could silently pull something. And so they engaged in their usual crafts, walked in the courts, bought something, sold something, guessed and begged.
Here they are on the street. They stop there, they look there. Look, the chest is open. How not to look? Look at the house in the castle. Well have to! How in the village? If they leave for a short time, the house is not locked. Wear the cloth, and that’s all. And if the castle, then don’t wait soon. Here is the castle, and the chest is on. How will you hold? I went in quietly, I watched the clothes hanging. Good clothes. You need to remove it, or it will dry.
And here they quietly remove the underwear from the ropes, fold it into a rope, and Uncle Val is sitting on them in the window looking. He even fell into a stupor from such avarice. In the white day! He was not in the stall for a long time. He jumped and went out. “Yes, your mother, have you gone astray?” Hop, and the door does not give up. “They are stuck!” Uncle Wally thought, “I’ve gone crazy!” He took a few steps and pulled the door. Oh, he was a healthy bull, Uncle Val.
Well, of course, while he was fighting with the door, the Gypsies also realized that the house was not empty. I was surprised by such a seat, well thrown, and I walk. Uncle Val has a drone, and behind them. He has reached the neighborhood. I’t, of course, get the herd out.
Take care, and take care. When they realized that they were beaten, and were beaten with enthusiasm, they dropped the carriage and the wheelchair. When everybody ran away, Uncle Val left the drone, the horse straightened, the chariot turned over, and remained very pleased with the work of his hands.
He is coming back, and who will meet him? of course! Nina is stepanovna.
Hello Valentine Fedorovich! I have been looking for you all day! What is your house in the castle?
In what castle!? to
And when Kolka saw in the window as his father returned in the classroom, he realized that his plan succeeded, but bad circumstances intervened. Now he will fly. It will fly twice. He will fly for schoolwork, and for games with the castle, and for a broken door. Ears and ass burned in advance with hellish flames, but there was nowhere to go.
However, everything did not go as he expected.
My father came in a wonderful mood. Usually dark and silent, he shone straight from happiness. When I saw him, he said kindly.
Don’t be afraid, I won’t swear!
Shaking his hands, he added loudly.
Can you imagine, mother? As long as I looked at these Gypsies, there was no reason. It went so well, in the right!
The next day, however, he got rid of it. But on a completely different matter.