There was once a boy studying with me in the village in the school, Vitya. And this Vitya was so thin and small that it was painful to look, a vividrist and only. Everyone was over it all the time, but I was normal with him. And here in the sixth grade he moved with his parents to the city and disappeared, neither hearing nor spirit from him.

And recently I went to the city for business and someday met Vitin's father. He was delighted, immediately invited home, told about himself, about Vitka. He tells us how they moved to the city, Vítka became very dedicated to sports, he had some awards, titles...



In short, we came to them in the apartment, the father from the threshold immediately shouts, saying, "Vitok, go out, see who has come." And then a healthy child comes out of the room, I am lost, I look at him in shock like this:

Thou thou thou thou?? to

He smiles confused.

I hugged him and hadn’t seen him for 12 years. And Father Vitin says to me:

“No, Sanj, this Vitya is our son-in-law, and it is your former friend.

Here out of the kitchen comes a real Vitya, the same livestock as in school, from the sixth grade only grown little. He was engaged in chess, chess.