One day I walked through school.

I studied in 7th grade. I woke up in the morning and I realized that he was on the FIG. I went to school yesterday, yesterday too. No lessons for teachers. A good little bit. and stayed at home.

Suddenly, my mother came back. She swallowed her eyebrows and squeezed her lips.

Why are you at home? She asked. Suddenly it became so quiet that I heard a cat walking in the neighboring room.

I started telling a complicated and confusing story without a definite end. Mom listened for a while and looked closely at me. From her gaze my story became even more confusing, and my cheeks were red.

Did you take a short walk? Eventually she clarified. I shamed shamefully.

Mother spoke briefly, but very insightfully, about the inadmissibility of passages and the importance of education. Then she walked away, and I stayed in the room alone with guilt. This feeling filled all my usual games and entertainment. So I sat on the window and stood in the window.

My mother looked into the room.

“Why,” she asked, “are you going to sit there all day?”

I sneered and tried to express my full degree of repentance on my face.

Do not be a fool. My mother said gently. You have already taken a lesson and you can’t cancel it. So at least get the pleasure of walking. Or you did a foolish thing, and it goes out - in vain.

I looked at her suspiciously.

Don’t do something you will regret later. If you already did, do not regret it. There are sweets in the kitchen and you can turn on your console.

For a moment she nodded her eyebrows again and added:

But just try to catch me two...



Mom’s counsel had a controversial pedagogical benefit – I walked thereafter a lot and often. And grown up, if we call things by their names - a fairy tale.

But absolutely happy.