My daughter works in a preschool camp. June 22 is her birthday, 17 years old.
He tells.
- I come, and I am right on the doorstep a child from the squad (8 years old) cries with all my heart:
Ladies and gentlemen, with a celebration!
I stand, quietly glad that someone told the children, but, foolish, I decide to clarify - with which?
The cry is no less joyful:
Today the war began!