At four and a half years old, my son read. I did not learn the alphabet. We lived in the dormitory then. The walls are painted and painted, as in all parade houses. Every time I went down the stairs, Goshka pointed to me a letter with the question, “What is your name?”



On the way to the metro was built a highway, flanked by a high fence of shields. On one of the shields, with large letters with a height almost from the son, was written an inappropriate word. It was good that the zebra was nearby and I hurried to move Goska across the road. For a week we studied the wall booklet, and I did not suspect that at the end of the day, a child will still put together the booklets and give the word. At least not so early. It happened literally in a week. Also, in an accelerated pace, she moved her son by the hand across the road. There were a lot of people on the street, everyone was in a hurry to do their business. And suddenly the air shakes: “Mom, I read. This is Dharma.”



You can’t imagine how I wanted to fail at this moment in the ground. People forgot where they went. Everyone looked at the young reader. Later, the son on the walls of the hostel already knew that Masha "does not give" Sasha and that Tsoy was alive.

I recently talked to a customer about the snowfall in Peter. He runs a fairly large enterprise and participates in regular meetings with the district administration, which gather about all of our natural disasters. He told me a little about the specifics of these activities. First, indeed, he told about his colleague from Germany, who faced the same problem in 2010, when Europe was plunged by snow. We also had snow on our ears and my acquaintance asked how they lived there. “We live well. The kids like it,” the German replied. “In the sense, is it great? It all collapsed. Neither to pass nor to pass. Has life not stopped?” “Well, we did a couple of days on weekends. Then the soldiers came with their equipment and cleaned everything. “In your factory?” And in the factory too. They cleaned up and removed the snow. We work as usual.” “How much did it cost you?” In other words, at what time? They are military. We pay taxes, and in such situations they save the situation everywhere. No extra money is taken from us for this.”

And Peter, you know how? The employer asked me.

– How to?

We were gathered for a meeting on the snow collapse in the city. And here is one deeply respected by me until this point official says, addressing us: "Lord, let us put that snow, which we can not take out of the city, on the territories of your enterprises? And in the spring it grows itself.” Do you understand? The Germans pay taxes and during the fucking to them military, like the angels of heaven are, and they all ruin only if they continue to work and pay taxes. And we - throw in all the holes, and even snow from all over the city want to fall in full seriousness.

That’s all he said about 2010. But, judging from what’s happening in the city, nothing has changed since then.

A psychotherapist is a person who makes the cockroaches in your head walk.

In the village of Fedorovka, only one strip was cleaned from snow by a tractor. I went to the house and bought a place to park and turn around. A fat cat walks on my side. Such a rustic. At 50 meters, it begins to swallow. I said, “X-X, let’s go and bite!” And he does not pay attention - so he goes and blows with constant periodicity. Five meters before me, he moved on to another track, passed by, rebuilt back into the same track that he was walking on and went on in silence. And then I realized: he was bicycling me!

Are you a servant of the people?
and exactly!
Tell me something about the servant.
The state owes nothing to anyone.

After graduating from the pedagogical university in the early 2000s, he looked at the salaries of teachers in the places offered, spit and went to work for himself.



Somewhere in the photoshop I will work on order, somewhere I will collect and sell berries or cedar knots, somewhere in the market I will trade, someone will write an article or advertise for a businessman. It was sometimes more than the monthly salary of a teacher per day. And here again I am standing in the market, selling black. And then there is a wave from the wave. He stopped, shrugged his hands.

Well, it took five years to study, then to stand on the market, to trade!

It was worth. I got a higher education, I became much smarter.

Well?

And as I became smarter, I immediately realized that it was better to trade in the market than to work as a teacher for a penny.

I stayed home alone with my kids on Saturday. It is time to put them to sleep after lunch, and they are angry, choking and don’t want to sleep at all. Usually, his wife reads them stories or tells them stories that he writes on the go. But I was lazy and I told them that if they calm down and fall asleep quickly, the Dream Fairy will come and kiss them in the lobby and they will have beautiful dreams. It worked.



The wife came, talked to the children, approached me and seriously asked, “And what is the name of this Fairy, who kissed our children while I was not? “...

I walk with my grandson in the park. We reached a non-freezing pond where ducks swim.

Give them bread!

The ducks can’t eat bread; they get fat and die from it.

You are forcing me to eat bread. Do you want me to get fat and die?

Son of 10 years. Money for a certain gadget. The main income article is the results of the quarters. All five for a quarter +1000 in a copper. Plus DR and some holidays. Copy for a long time.

At the school there is a shelter for abandoned animals. If possible, buy dry and wet food, oatmeal (for dogs, apparently, in the shelter to cook food). A good idea, I think and give my son 100 rubles to the store.

Dad, what am I going to buy?

A packet of dry dog food or a few packs of wet can be. You in the school 1000 students, each little by little, here and get a solid help.

My son came out and thought he would go to the store in half an hour.

And then he calls: Dad, come to the store, help bring the bags.

I, and without problems, dress up, go out and hang out a little, why are these hundred rubles heavy bags? ? to ? to

I rush to the store, I see a son with a cart in the bucket, and there (well, your mother, sorry, the first thought was like this) packages with good, a lot of...

This shit devastated his money and bought it for everything!

I had to drive home first and go to school in the morning.

I told my son nothing about it. His money earned. Charity is good. When I looked at him in the store, he said:

I will survive without a tablet, but cats and dogs will be fed. and money. I will copy again.

I thought a lot about this incident tonight. Apparently the impulse is noble, but spending all the savings on charity is not right.

He did not insult, asked the next time to consult with me (I am also good, fucking, gave a hundred rubles, the fault is behind me). Tom finished this story.

P.S. placed half of the money spent on him. A lesson for both of us.