Childhood

I go home somehow from training... And I see in one of the streets a huge tree with silk. The branches are straight to the ground, and on them mature, until falling from the smallest wind, berries. I did not endure. I am standing and starving. And here comes by a decent sailor with his son. The child looked at me and pulled himself to the branches. My mom said, “Are you mad? They are dirty, now we will go to the store, I will buy you, we will wash at home and you will eat. Never, you hear, never do like this uncle. These are microbes, they can kill you!The child breathed and looked with regret at his uncle, whom, according to his mother’s version, the terrible microbes had already been drawn by the foot into the straw and there to eat. And the uncle was frozen, with his mouth filled with berries and leaves. My childhood passed before my eyes.

You wake up, grabbed bread, sausage, and a knife. My mother cried, “I will kill you.” You scratch yourself in the finger. With your hand behind your back, a barrel, on the wall, you go out on the street. The whistle talks on the hair.

You glue it with the glue PVA, above the roadster. The important thing is that my mother doesn’t know. Because it will hit. On Barcy Street. Eat a sandwich for two. You are brotherly, you are brotherly. The sandwich is falling. According to the law of wickedness, the sausage down. But in our childhood, there was still the law "fastly raised is not considered to have fallen." You cut off the sausage, you continue to eat with Barry. He jumped to his friends. They played warriors. You were kicked out of the roof. Once on 15. The survivor was what. You sit and dress as a traveler. They made a tarzan. You are the most courageous, you have been plunged ahead of everyone. You land face to face in the store. You break your nose, break your lips, scratch your teeth. Blood rushes through the fountain. Picking a traveler in the nose.

The important thing is that my mother doesn’t know. It will kill. My grandfather and sister made a roof. It is when a person sleeps, you stretch over him a slate and say “the ceiling falls!” I spent three days on the lip. I tried to eat cora. Grandfather walked down with a rod, bubbling, “Hey, the shovel would be good now.” I bet on the bet. Three on a bicycle. Someone’s leg was knotted with a chain, someone crossed the steering wheel. Not everything has reached the destination. The combat losses. Along the way, they struck cucumbers, tomatoes and peppers from the colloquial field. Most importantly, at home in the garden, everyone has their strawberries.

The trophies taste better. At the bet you break the watermelon on the knee or on a stone. Without a knife and a fork. You sit satisfied, sticky, all in peanut seeds. The flies on your head are licking watermelon juice. I bet with the boys that you’ll swim over the bet.

You have been swimming for three days. Rescue a man on a boat. You sit down, spit off the frogs and frogs, and pray that they don’t tell your mother. My mother drowned herself. Dried up, burned the fire. There were ammunition and shiffers. Buried in Oregon. After the "shooting" was carried out on the plateau, that is, with a blade on the ground. The enemy does not sleep, you raise your ass - they will fall. Throwing the potatoes into the fire.

They were eaten together with peelings and heads. In the evening we went to bring the neighbor’s cherry. The neighbor dropped the dog. The dog bitten his ass and heels. Good afternoon, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. The grandmother drove home and licked a stick on the hill. You thought, “Fig with him, just don’t talk to Mom. My mom will bite. In short, we were not afraid of any microbes as a child. The microbes were afraid of us. I was only afraid of my mom.

My mom will beat!

Maxim Melnik