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Wendetta by Beer-Shevsky



One glorious woman moved to live in Israel, in a small town under the sea.

by Beer Sheva. Widow with a little son. There was a life that

There was no other way out. Half Russian and half Russian.

of semitic blood only a quarter, and of semitic appearance not a penny,

Bright and curly in a deceased father.



When the boy went to school, it turned out to be light and blue-eyed.

in a class where the other fifteen students are dumb and mapy,

Nothing better than the opposite. Being small and shy is bad everywhere.

The boy was touched specifically. Every day I came from school in tears.

When he learned not to cry, he began to come with bluishes. Mother of Blue

I saw it, but could do nothing. Transfer to a private school or transfer to

There was no other district, and the boy forbade to complain to the teachers. He said,

That will manage on its own. But something did not work well with him.



A few years later, their mothers offered an internship in the United States. After the internship

It was followed by a year’s contract, then another... generally, they live in the

The United States so far. On American foods, the boy suddenly began to grow and

I’m not saying that American foods are better than anything else.

Israel is just a figure of speech. By the age of thirteen, my mother grew up.

It was great on my shoulders. The first unexpected natural

He was seriously in the gym. Growing muscles and becoming a captain.

School team of American football. It happened practically

class in part to clean up someone's rilo, the district manager was not the most

The featured.



And then my mother had to come to that town near Beer Sheva, to

solve some bureaucratic issues. She took her son with her. All of

During the trip, the guy sat in a hotel. In the morning of departure.

Suddenly he said "Mom, I will go for a walk". Back to the plane, hiding.

I have my thumbs in my shirts, but I am very happy.



The walk looked the following.

Yoshi, hello to you! Do you remember me?

and no.

“I am Arthur, I studied with you in second grade.

by A-A Hi to.

Remember how you irritated me with a Russian pig?

I remember. HY-HY is

On the third "gay", Yoshi got his right straight into his jaw and went on to the

The grass gathers teeth. The scenario was repeated 11 times.

deviations, except that sometimes the right in the jaw was supplemented by a pink

The Cappuccino. Four former classmates were unhappy at home.



The mother's son did not say anything about the essence of the walk. Divided only through

A year ago, my mother’s friend from that town came to visit. Her son, too

She was seven years younger, but went to the same school.

His classmates were very respectful to him from the very first day.