He walked through the courtyard, decided to smoke, in the pack was just the last one.

He threw a cigarette in his teeth, a packet, began to look for a lighter, did not find it. There were no rare passers either. I decided that the absence of fire is a sign, I just try to smoke less. While looking, he put a cigarette behind his ear and forgot. My hair is not long, but my ears are closed, I can’t see.



Coming home, we are just visited by relatives from Kazan, father's brother and wife. We all sat down at the table, we ate, we remember how many years they did not come, Uncle Vadik tells us how he babbled us and Leše with small puppies, walked through the parks and showed tricks.



In confirmation of the words, Uncle Vadik puts his hand behind my ear, going to get a candy from there, and gets a cigarette stored there.



I am, of course, an adult boy, I smoke for four years, but my mom and dad do not get upset, so I didn't say anything about it.



Laughed, Uncle Vadik covered, said that his puppies grew up and the tricks now corresponding shows. But when his parents did not see it, he still read it like a foolish teenager and threatened to tell his parents if he saw it again. Just like in school, when he burned me smoking behind the house, эх, nostalgia.