I was 7 years old then. Dad took me to fishing... Can you imagine how I was dressed for fishing in the 90s? Tulip from grandfather, valleys 16 sizes larger, trousers, bamboo triangle under the mouse... In general, like a washing machine. We go to the river and collect worms. Stop in the empty, let’s forge a bunch. We forge-forge, here because of the bump appears Ledi... Soppy to the ground, fingers yellow, procured, a coat on the bosom chest, smells at once all the body fluids, a romantic of a large road with experience, raises on us the sorrowful eyes of the basset-hound and issues: "what, look for food too?". Since then, even the grave hole has been excavated in a clean...