As a child, the comrade was in the yard, he was raised by his mother and grandmother. In their opinion, all the children except him were bad, addicts, thieves and did not fit him as friends, as far as I remember there were no exceptions to the rule. Accordingly, it was impossible to come to visit him, even the birthday he celebrated only with his mother and grandmother, without a single guest.



He was a humble but joyful and sociable child. He went out very and very rarely, mother and grandmother were lazy to walk with him, and alone can not. I remember very well that he was sitting alone on the balcony of the fifth floor of their apartment in the summer and outside the window in the winter, watching us play in the yard, laughing with us, trying somehow to participate in our games with comments, and communicating with us as much as possible from the fifth floor. Even in the winter he ran out to the balcony to try to help reason some controversial situation that was constantly arising during the games.



When he was allowed to go out, the place on the balcony was occupied by his grandmother and don't let God hide from his sight for more than 30 seconds, immediately followed a scream and he had to go home. Even less often, and only in the summer, I went out with my mother, who was sitting on the bench and watching him, but she quickly got bored and they went home again.



Then we perceived it somehow relatively normal. And we treated him well, no one hurt him. And now I perceive it as one of the saddest sights of my childhood, as a child sitting on the balcony every day from year to year and watching others play, almost without the opportunity to participate.

He was 12 years old when we moved, what happened to him later I don’t know, hopefully despite his childhood, he’s all right now.

Parents and those who will only be parents, please do not do so.