I remember a great lesson from my childhood. Nearby lived a family with a daughter, and their daughter went to first class with me. Once her parents mocked her, for what, she told the teacher the truth that she was watching cartoons, so she did not do the homework, and it was necessary to say that the type of notebook forgot, or did not write. I approached her father and said, "Uncle, we were taught that you can't lie," I remember how he smiled and asked, "Truth, you're talking? Tell me, do you like our Elysée?I, of course, became red, but proudly raised my head and replied, "Yes, this is pure truth," he echoingly smiled again, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "And you are not her, and this is also pure truth!" It ruined my whole childhood.