Do you remember your babysitters and teachers in the kindergarten? Those who dressed you, fed you, wiped out your clothes and cockroaches, led you to walk in pairs, taught you to share, not to covet and not to covet, the boys not to offend the girls, but the girls to help put up the dishes and clean up behind them, who read your fairy tales out loud, and if the garden or the basement were five days, then he put them to sleep and woke up, gently swallowing their heads. Those most educators whose soft hands embrace your shoulders on old photographs. You actually became relatives to these ZinPetroven, Mari Ivanen, auntNatasha. And as adults, you joyfully ran to meet them to share your successes and achievements. It was with them that your fathers were always gradually greeted, and your mothers whispered about something on the side.
Remembered you? has been? And yet like. This is your life. She was. And there will be no more. None of anyone.

Do you know what your grandchildren will remember? LaHudra with a gadget and a nipple (a chupa chops in the house and a cigarette on the street), chatting and cuddling, while the squeezed and squeezed children with a fight take away each other’s toys.
A fool who answers the questions "what, where, why" is the mother of his question. They will remember her notes to parents with lists of their own needs for the holidays. and all.

There will never again be ZinPetroven and MariIvanen. The reformers of education dismissed them as inconsistent with the requirements of the reform: lack of publications and higher education. And they recruited outspoken fools with diplomas and a complete lack of love for children. and Amen.