1986 to 1987. I am not in this world yet, but my sister is already in 2 or 3 class. She has a wonderful classy manager who loved the light very much and was on a friendly wave with our mother. Sometimes I even called home, discussed school affairs and talked about life. Therefore, nothing predicted trouble when Nina Alexandrovna (NA) called at 10 p.m. Mom took the phone and immediately turned red, then pale, then red again, said "Thank you" and quietly slipped down the wall. This is what happened.



I asked the whole class to write a book about who my parents are working for. Light, an open soul, wrote (not literally): "My mother works as a master at the site and commands the workers. My dad works on guard. He has not come home for a week. And then he lives at home for a week and is cooking something in the bathroom in a big bidon. He spends a lot of sugar and his mother is upset about it. I don’t know what he is cooking, but the banks with this are in our corridor and they are followed by Uncle Bora and Uncle Sasha. They give me money and then daddy buys me ice cream.”

No one checked the work, because Daddy never got into our school business at all, and Mommy was not before that. Light studied well and my mother did not control the process.



In the court, I will remind you, 1986 was the height of the dry law. And the teacher called her mother to urgently rewrite the work until it fell into the hands of others. Mom woke up Light and she wrote a new work under her dictatorship, which she brought to school in the morning. Dad gave me one of his bottles. And then this story almost repeated with me, but my mom was already rubbed and always asked what topic I was writing, so that God would not reveal some other family secrets.