In the morning, while preparing breakfast, the daughter suddenly said, “Dad, what is a pioneer camp? Send me to a pioneer camp, right?” In my head immediately came a whirlwind of memories, and one thing was so bright that post was immediately born. It was in 1994, my mother sent me to this establishment for a season. By age I got into the 1st squad, and with me in the chamber were boys, all years 2-3 older (and at this age the difference feels like), they were all from the same district, knew each other, and got, apparently on the muddy paths. In the neighboring chamber there were boys of my age, well, and my companions began to survive me in the neighboring chamber to the horsemen. I stood up, there were moments of hard pressing, and then we talked, made friends, and I became "my own." In the chamber of the girls of our squad there were extremely many beautiful individuals, and one of them already very burned in my soul, in general, etc., wished her, but was silent in a shrink, embarrassed, type. What was my surprise when she first approached, and, making a mysterious voice, proclaimed, "I have to do with you." In the head died, in the chest stuck, and in all parts of the body manifested pulses, of a different nature. She continued, “Do you communicate with the elderly? They have all kinds of grass! Get us with the girls, “Well, fucking. by 17.30 Oh, and I thought... But this hope, and suddenly it will be placed to me very favorably, I went to one of the older comrades. My question, of course, was met by Gogot. Fey... But I didn’t give up so easily. On the wings of love, I didn’t come up with anything better than cutting a huge bush of turtle near the body, and drying these leaves all night on a calorifer (it was cool, and a few pieces were given to each chamber). The smell of the dried turtle flooded the whole body, magic reigned in the air and I did not doubt a drop. I drowned a man’s frogs for 10. At nine o’clock, all the female household was waiting for me in a leash behind the body, headed by passion. “Have you brought? Yes, here is and!! Nifga yourself, you’re just great!!” Further, I felt like a great dealer of treasures and watched the girls, depicting the “experienced,” blowing with this dryer, coughing, turning their eyes to the sky and sweetly smiling, saying, “Oh God, it’s bad.” I became somehow uncomfortable, the further, the worse. When it was all over, I somehow insecurely returned to the chamber and worriedly fell asleep with unpleasant feelings. The deception opened up the next day, when one of the boys whispered that he said he had dried the leaves of the turtle all night, saying that the medicine was home for my grandmother. The news spread throughout the camp. For two days I did not go out of the chamber, watching the window as a ragged female crowd awaited me. The elders roasted like horses, the chiefs whispered, laughing as they passed by. The girl I wanted to talk to no longer. This is how I imprinted myself in the history of the camp, as a humorous and ingenious character, something like Hajji Nasreddin, or how he was there.



Z is. The following year, my friend went to the same camp, and then told me, say, the legend still goes.