It brings memories:
I was unlucky – I got pregnant in the third grade. Misses are unacceptable, for misses of work, and classes we have 6 hours...Eat no time, and not for what, because your child is your problems, as my mother told me and closed the refrigerator to the lock. Well, I studied, I slipped out of the skin, just to not let classes go...On the last day I ran like a racer, I passed a disgusting colloquium - I go home - I feel everything, it is time. I came to the nursery, gave birth in 45 minutes, I didn’t have time! I have classes! And when I now, many years later, read about the regime of the day of pregnant women, and nutrition - I just cry out of envy. Well, this is what I do - indulgence to capriciousness turns any woman into a monster. And if the conditions are very tough, then there will be no caprices.

of harsh conditions. I go in the tram, the term is 8 months, a lady floats up and rushed, that is, the youth of today - will never give up. The old lady sitting in front of me embarrassed her, saying, “Look at who you are chasing.” A woman reluctant to acknowledge her wrongdoing cries:
You’ll think they were born in the steppe before!
The old lady looked at her carefully and kindly said:
Well, if you gave birth in the steppe, you are still in the tram.