I go out to the balcony to smoke. Everything is as usual: people go to work, children go to school, nothing unusual. My yard is empty. I note: a boy is crossing my yard, the first-second class, probably no more, goes to school. Where else he has to go. He passes half the courtyard and here sharply drops his portfolio, gets two toy pistols and begins to spin, shouting:
and Die! Die to! Die to!
I couldn’t stop laughing, which scared the boy. He quickly threw the weapon back into the wallet and retreated :D