We had a similar dwarf on the street (in the private sector is not the courtyard, but the street is the place of residence of puzzles), which was 5 years older than me and constantly did all kinds of shit. Then he could swallow his face in the cake on a child's day, then burn it with urticaria, then pour it out with mud, then the ball from the pyre will swallow when I am at the gates. The collection of turbo fantasies and bomb-bim-bombs he also deceived me in an unfair way.

The last drop was when I gathered the bushes of God’s bushes (I picked 20 pieces in a glass – he was a naturalist) and played with them, and he came up with the words “let’s see” and rolled them out on the road and crushed them. All of them. With a provocation. I couldn’t even cry out of shock.

I have to say that my mother is a very devout woman and she always told me before going to bed to read a prayer and ask God what I want. So, from that day on, I always asked Godzhenka before I slept to let this guy die naked.

When he was 15 or 16 years old, he was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, and the next day we learned that he died of a myocardial infarction.

That is how I believed in a miracle. Since then, he has been very careful in his wishes.

A dark Saturday night. I am in a great mood enjoying family comfort and laying a pick-up, the children paint the painting, the husband looks with one eye in the series, the other in the phone. I went to the toilet and in three minutes I heard the scream of a wounded bison from outside the door. Given that my husband is not especially crying, from this scream my blood in the veins froze. I pulled off the phone and rushed to the toilet, climbed at the door, saying, "What happened, find out what happened to you?" The scream continues, I have thoughts in my head that I need to break the door somehow, but how, I have the strength, probably, will not be enough... And there is silence... And the voice from the door, say normal all the woman, you panic broke.

Do you know that he was there? Aliexpress announced the sale of 11.11. And there’s some shit, like proori in the microphone word coupon and get a discount on the product. The louder the nuts, the more discount. This genius closed himself in the toilet and gave himself a seam discount there. And I barely existed a brick factory, without any discounts.

I do some kind of video shooting in the kindergarten, how children play, eat, work - time spent, in general. And one of the moments that is needed for the next film is an interview of children on the topic "Who I want to be in the future". This is not an expert, parents with children think of the answers in advance. As usual, there are many veterinarians, dentists, police officers and supermen, sellers. One boy also gave an elaborate answer about a policeman and how he would protect people from criminals.

And here, everyone was interviewed, I removed the microphone, and this boy approaches me, who told me about a policeman and says, "You know, I really want to be different." No question, I write a double. The further dialogue:

I want to be a copper.

What will you do in this profession?

- to bury people when they die, so that they are quiet and quiet under the ground.

The version in the end, of course, had to leave with the police officer, I fear, the intelligent mother of the last confession would not stand.