I was 6-7 years old. I came to my mother to work after school, she gave me money and ordered me to buy two bushes of bread of today’s warm (we had our own bakery in the city) and five or six of yesterday’s and yesterday’s (we kept pigs and sheep), and for the delivery of flashbacks, how much will come out. He gave me two large bags. The shop was 10 meters across the road. So I came to the store, the seller told me that the bread is only today and that three bowls. I told him to buy a fireplace. In the end, I got a whole bag of fireworks. I don’t remember that my mom mocked me, rather they and dad roared for a long time. I was already in class in 9-11th, and daddy, burning the stove, said, "Daaaaaaaaah, you will not meet such light bulbs now, thank you, daughter, the stove is burning from one stove." I am 38 and at every family feast they remember this story.