I studied then, I think, in primary classes. My mother and I decided to play hiding. My mom bored me quickly and easily, and I didn’t have a problem finding her in a two-bedroom apartment. But once, I was looking for her for a long time. Already, as if, and everywhere looked, here something dragged me at the closet to shake my head, I watch-sitting my mom on the closet. We roasted for a long time, of course. Then I say to her, “Well, come down, my turn to hide.” And she sits down, laughs, and says, “I can’t, I’m afraid.” Fortunately, in our entrance, on two floors above lived my mother's sister and her husband. I stood up and said, "Uncle Woow, go mommy out of the closet and take it off."You would see the amazed faces of uncle and aunt. We still remember this story and rime with the whole family.



P.S. My mom was removed from the closet.