About man

My partner once travelled for charity to a children’s home in the Ivanov region. The year 94, a full trendsetter in this region. This monastery was in the ass, so on the way back he went to the village, went to the local store for a mineral. A couple of people in line stood up. Here the guy comes in. Years of 15. A poor donelja, exhausted, but a look... really, the "Afghans" and "Chechens" who came to a partner for work are not often found. Two men standing in front of the partner depart, offering the guy to go to the box office. The saleswoman asks, “Ivan Sergeevich, what do you want?”
The boy takes bread, milk, pasta, pays, thanks and leaves. The partner waits for his turn (there is no one behind him), and after the purchase asks the seller, "Sorry, who is this? Just like a young boy, and you are to him by name-fatherhood."
“This is not a boy. This is a man. He was 14 years old, 2 years ago, his father was struck by some muddy alkas on the crossing and so left - not found. Is that little now? He has two sisters who do not go to school, and a younger brother. So he has little time to study in school - money equally in men's earns, sorting cleaners, for any work is taken - not what our alkashi, their mother... And 3 months ago the daughter of alkashi - neighbors pulled out of the fire, not afraid to use in the fire.
So that’s not Vanka – a student, and Ivan Sergeevich is here, that’s the way!”

P.S As the partner told, as much as on the way home, he did not think about life in those years for many years.