Once in my deep childhood, at eight or ten, I wanted something strange. It was a rather harmless desire - not to torture the pockets and not to torture the cats of dogs, but for the vast majority of the boys of my age, the inaccessible, for the urban, it was definitely impossible - I wanted to crack. Just so, not in the game and without any other justification to give the maximum power of the voice. Planned and done. I went into the forest, which was around the military unit, where my father served, went quite far, exactly a kilometer away, and, sitting on a penny, began to give roulettes. Rest for five minutes, rest and again. and again. and again. He gave out screams of very different tones, but all at full volume. He was angry and already wanted to finish, but at this time his father jumped out of the bowl, and with him three more officers, and two of them had guns. What are you screaming? They ask – what happened? Nothing - I answered - I just wanted to fuck, so I went away. And we — we said — thought that animals were eating you here and rushing to help.

Strangely enough, there were no punishments. But since then and in part and in the officer town knew who of the boys was the loudest.