One of my friends went to rest in the south. No travel and arrangements. She arrived and, as is known, a taxi driver from the station took her to a private house, where she took out the room. She changed her shorts and t-shirt, took some money and went for a walk. I walked and bought a peanut on the way back.

There was only one problem: she forgot where she stopped. So until the morning and went with the arbuz.

In the morning, the insight came and she went to the station, where she found the same driver, who took her back to a familiar house. This would have been the end of the story if it had not been the hostess, who, after hearing her story about the misfortunes, stated that she had watched the whole evening as she walked along the house with watermelon.

Sitting at home in quarantine reminded me of school years. One of my classmates had the opportunity to buy Harry Potter books. A new one came out and he ordered it. Fortunately, there were few people in my class who liked reading, there was almost no line for his books. The guy who ordered loved to read, and I just read! I loved to read! The book is titled “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix”. This is the fatest one. And I managed to persuade him to give it to me first, because I read quickly. Here it is with me! Time is given 2 days! What to do?! to

Heat the heat and don’t go to school. I did so. I did this very rarely, so my mom quickly gave up and left me alone at home.

And here you lie on the bed, behind the window the frost and the sun (which shines from the window straight to the pages), a wonderful day. Everyone at school. There were no mobile phones, nobody bothered. You can read your favorite book all day.

The next morning I had to repeat with the thermometer and I was back home alone. This is the second day of happiness!! to

By the evening of the second day, I read this work, mentally said goodbye to my favorite heroes for a long time, and in the morning I went to school.

I remembered yesterday how it was (I haven’t read anything new for a long time, just a long time ago). Lie on the couch, jumped Stephen King's novel from those I haven't read yet and spent a happy day, like in the old good ones. They are in quarantine.

I am probably five years old. Kindergarten is quiet.

The girl, which I liked so much in the kindergarten, persuades me to show her my cabbage. I reject and feel ashamed.

Let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll show you first, and then you show me.

I persuaded. We looked at each other and separated.

I went to bed and she turned out to complain to the teacher that I had forced her to take off her trousers in the toilet.

Not only did the teacher offend me, she also told her parents. So I got the second portion of the lily already at home.

That’s how, at such a young age, I met the deceitfulness of girls.

I always remember my teacher from kindergarten, although I am 30. She was young, very beautiful, kind. I felt special feelings. Maybe I guessed that everything was not smooth in the family, and the child did not get enough love. It was called “cat”. A week ago I stood at a stop and saw a woman next to me. She is so similar to her! My memories come up, I stand, I watch her, I smile like an idiot. She noticed, looking at me for a long time. I think Pepe. She thinks I’m a cookie. And suddenly, “Cat, are you?”

To boast of good is not wise, and kindness is not given to everyone.

When I was 5, and my brother was 3, my mom met a man, divorced my father and left, leaving us for dad. She lived with this man for 4 years, gave birth to a son and she chose a new love again. With the third man she lived for 7 years, gave birth to two children and op - on the horizon again a new knight. She left her husband and children and went to him. And now she is under 70, we are 9 abandoned children, and she wants a warm relationship like nothing else. But the fathers she chose for us good - none of their children abandoned, all grew up, learned and friends of families. Good bye mom.

As electricists say, isolation is better than grounding.