Years eight or nine I was, brought to the "children's world" of our military town assembly torpedo boats with an electric motor, worth 14 p.

The boat literally dreamed of me, the number of boxes with the boat in the store was aimed at the number zero, but my parents rejected my idea of buying because the self-lipped models were everything in the apartment (on the ceiling, under my feet, in the servant), and the price at the time was bite.

I lost my rest, there were three boxes with boats left, and eventually decided to go out of the store in pieces.

Waited when the sellers would go into the box, went into the box without opening and pulled out the electric motor (the first thing that got under his hand), left the store, from the adrenaline until the skin smoked, he ran home without touching the ground.

The next day, my dad took me to the store, behind the boat, and I still hired it. There was one box left on the shelf, I almost lost consciousness from joy, shaken by anticipation.

The vendors packed the box to check the completeness, look, and there is no motor. We did not sell the boat.

My emotions on the way home could not be described in words.

Then I thought deeply about my actions and their consequences.

The teacher was stolen.

Fairly and honestly the fate dealt with me.