and NNN:

In the sixth grade, the change was worn in the office - well, normal children's games. Here the boy Dima began to push me, I in response slightly attached him to the closet, and on the closet was a pot with cactus, selected there for the winter sleep. The smoke hit the closet was enough for the pot to fall. Cactus then blossomed at the wrong time (decided, apparently, that it is necessary to reproduce, while the whole). And Dima, as I found out recently (no less than 20 years later), did not serve in the army due to a head injury. I don’t think it’s because of that, but I’m still a bit ashamed.

The cactus did not fall down. You have to find the best side in everything. As with my cat - yes, I fell from the fork, but on the window, not outside, thank the grid. Yes, places for cactus, but the pulse is still on aloe.