from ZH

Once again in my youth, I checked lessons at a second-class pupil. They were asked to read the story of Boris Zhitkov "The Red Commander".
And my wife and I could not get in at first, what our unfortunate student carries behind the Achine. Then came to me. The point of the story is that. That a woman with a child went to the city in a wheelchair, horses were carried, the wheelchair was swirling over the bridge. And the brave red commander rushed across, grabbed the horses under the knives and saved them all.
Normal for the 20s. And in the 1980s, the child could not understand WHAT I was talking about. How can everyone ride in a wheelchair, (he knew only children!) Why the horses, why the sparks fly under the wheels... The stone bridge at all struck him, he passed it through every word.
And the guy was very stubborn and self-loving, so as not to seem like a fool, will ask nothing again.
For a long time I explained to him the characteristics of urban transport and improvement 60 years ago.