Pizdec, blade, a great thing - a layer, even an adult person carries it in his hands without much joy, trying not to shrink too much, dragging it on the asphalt. But at the age of ten, the same man dragged her to school and back when he went in the shape of a children's camp with a daytime sleep after lunch. Now I understand that we must have been prepared for the worst, hardened, sown off the weakest.

In such moments, I understand that I shouldn’t complain about my childhood.