The discomfort and the shame of Spain. A acquaintance told me. From his face:

“I was 9-10 years old. We lived then with our parents in the village, which has already become part of the city - on the outskirts, shorter. I studied in the third class and a new girl came to us from September - such a beautiful, airy girl... She was fascinated with poems, studied for "excellent", in general - a dream! I liked her very much... And here one weekend I stand on the doorstep of our house and see from a distance as she walks along the road. I jump from the doorstep and to the cylinder - type, I'm here "resting", the man is serious, busy. She approaches, looks around me and suddenly asks, “How long does the store work?“He smiles so echoingly... I thought, “I don’t know, I say, probably until six.” She laughed and went on. Interestingly, I think we would really need to find out how far our shop works and jumped in the direction of selpo. I run, the saleswoman: “How long do you work today?” She said to me, “Until five.” Well, and jumping back, anyway, I think that girl will go back by me. Indeed, a couple of hours passes - he is back, already with a girlfriend. Come and run like horses.

“How long does the store work?” She asks again, and she laughs all red.

“I knew until five.” - I proudly declare, and then they just broke... They laughed so that the glasses ringed. “Dumb,” I say, “what are you asking then?” I was offended and went home.

Father was home. “What is upset?” He asks. “All the babies are stupid! I say. “They ask how long the store works, and they’re rushing!”

“But you, my son, would have stuck the width!” This is the shame!! Well I didn’t even think I was so hinting at a piece of cowardice from the width!) And the girl I then avenged... I met her!”