“You cry because you’re fat, right?”
My sister is also reading your stories. Today I called, asking me for the lack of time to scrap a couple of lines about her shame.

Three years ago, my then six-year-old nephews-twin sisters gave a similar, but more elaborate, verdict to an annoying neighbor, when she once again began to complain to my sister-wedding, "with grief for a cup of champagne in one face," about the terrible female fate and the male crabs encountered on her life path.
Running out of the kitchen, allegedly not hearing the conversations of adults, two "Apostles" - Elijah and Peter, slightly delayed in the door. Children's hearts are not a stone, but a pebble on the sandy shore, and therefore they can't withstand the murmur of an elderly lady.

“Aunt Len, are you so ugly and disgusting because no one is fucking you? Ilya breathes, calming her on her leg.
- Yes, no... - pushing him to the side, Peter thinks (evidently in advance afraid of moral blasphemy for a bad word). – It’s she’s just scary, she’s painted and dressed like a crap (“he’s whispering to his brother on the ear”).
... the silence. My mom has a towel out of her hand.
“Well... you don’t worry about aunt Len, and they get married... sometimes,” adds Petya.
- Yes, and mom and dad are exactly what they say, - hits the last nail in the relationship of neighbors Ilya.

Children continue to play with a sense of duty. The neighbor silently stands up and leaves (for ever from this apartment).
And the mother goes to the sons, kisses them and says, “Thank you, sons. Although it did not work well, but how great!

Fuck No. 1
Never leave the door to the kitchen open, even if you put your children to sleep.
Fuck No. 2
And it is best to talk such conversations when there are no children in the apartment, not at all, in the sense that they are either walking, or at grandmother, or in kindergarten, etc.

In short, when you are alone. These rules the sister is now eating holy.