My grandfather was a descendant of the proletariat and a joke-grubian. When I was a little boy, he often entertained me with an unstoppable act: he entered the room, slightly sat down, spread his hands to the side (like Leonov in the movie Kin-za-zha!) And he said loudly, “Let’s run!” After that, he ruined the air and whispered. I also laughed. Now I remember handcuffs, but as a child I it very much.



And one day the kindergarten was closed for repair, grandfather and grandmother went to visit relatives, parents need to work, and I have nowhere to go. My mother decided to take me to work. It was probably not forbidden at that time. And here, I sit in an empty office, painting flowers on paper with pencil. The mother comes in, and with her a crowd of harsh aunts - some commission came to check. When they saw me, they did not argue, but began to friendship how nice I am, how beautiful I paint flowers, and in general, I seem to be terribly talented. Of course, I was excited and decided to show them that I am not only a good artist, but also a great artist. Then I sat down and spread my hands to the side...