I wanted to go to school very much. My parents told me how well there was, and I used to trust my parents and counted the days before the end of my stay in this hated kindergarten.

Started on September 1 as everyone else – festive and with stars in the eyes from the abundance of white bandits. After the school line-up, the father warned: "As they let go - don't go anywhere, wait on the doorstep, I will come after you."



The school time passed unnoticed. Having picked up my suitcase, I went down, went out and looked around. There is no soul around. Working day in the midst, the Chruščov five-story line closes the noisy Lenin street. There was no Dad. It smelled in the air.

Lost, I sat down on the doorstep and began to reassure myself: “Dad and mom never cheat. They will definitely come.” It took 5 minutes, then 5 minutes, then 20 minutes. In my head I cried, “My parents left me! I do not need them at all! They forgot about me! »



At this time, a man with a diplomat appeared across the corner and headed toward the main course of the school. He almost passed by, as he suddenly stopped.

Boy, why are you sitting here?

This question was the last drop to make tears flow from the eyes. By the way, I replied approximately as follows:

“The lesson is over...I have to go home, but Daddy didn’t come for me! I will die here, alone, on a cold deck!

Uncle: In what class do you study? Have you been released home?

I : of course! I took a lesson, I was told about the upcoming victory of the Soviet Union in the Cold War, and now I have to walk home with my dad for a pen.



My uncle suggested that I walk with him. Since it was empty on the street and daddy was not visible, I agreed. We went together. I went to office number 8. He opened the door, and behind the door I saw my whole class at the parties.



So I learned that there is not one lesson in school, but four, five, six and even eight. This knowledge killed the desire to attend school, but the parents applied preventive measures in the form of a belt and an opleuch. I also learned that “uncle” is the director of the school and that I became the main subject of discussion for the girls in the class. Everyone laughed and the boy cried.