I was 9 years old, no more. I was in the bus with a neighbor girl, went out together at the stop, and then I saw the phone on the ground. I have to say that there were no mobile phones in our family, they lived poorly. And I was an extremely educated child who knew perfectly what was good and what was bad. Well, I picked it up and thought that the person will obviously be very upset about the disappearance, it needs to be returned somehow.

Then a bright thought came to my mind. My neighbor Olli, who was driving with me, is working in the police. How successful it is! “Oll, take the phone to the police and let him find the owner!”

Olya took the phone, said she was just going to Daddy, so everything goes as well as it can not be better.

I went home and told my mother all the situation. Mom for some reason did not appreciate my drive for justice and told me that I am a fool and a prostitute, I don’t think about family.

Of course, I was upset. I still do not understand how you can first teach a child to act according to conscience and kindness, and then give puzzles for what you have done honestly.

After a while, I met Olga. I think, right now, she will at least reassure me that I didn’t do that in vain.

She asked about the phone, and Olya said to me, "I brought the phone to Daddy, and he left it to himself, he needs work."

Such things.