I was 5 years old and I swear something in my mom’s store.  My mom didn’t buy me that. There was no opportunity. I continued to knit. My mother told me where the money came from. That if I want something so much, I have to get up at 5 in the morning and go to work, to the barracks. When you work, you get paid for it, and you buy everything you want. After this conversation, we left the store and came home. I was calm. My mom forgot about our conversation. Tonight she put me to sleep. In the morning, I realized I woke up with her. at 5 in the morning. I was going to work. For the first time in my life. My mom took me with me. Oh, I don't remember if I sold something there, but at the end of the day I was paid. My first p. The same day, in the bar, I bought myself a toy. Red is a green mammoth. I called him Eugene. So I learned the lesson. And so I spent the entire salary in the first 10 minutes after I was given it.) Eugene is still "alive", and as a reminder of my first day at work, is carefully kept at home with his parents.