Peter is known as the city of the proletarian revolution. Hence many of his problems. 70 years of songs about the most advanced squad - did their job.

Ordinary area near the power station. I sent my granddaughter to the first class of school. The ordinary school.
Even very good. There was one problem in the class, two. More precisely two.
Two frankly frozen puppies are the heirs of the proletarian revolution. Who in lessons
They literally struggle, beat classmates and classmates, do not understand words, struggle, struggle. And parents, more precisely parents, because dads disperse somewhere supposedly on the watch, it's also meaningless something, well you can imagine a aunt under 120 kg with a constant jaguar in the hand (well, this is such a poison in the banks) and with the complete conviction that she's all around must and owe. Every parent decides what to do. It is proposed to start the procedure of general ignorance of both mothers and children - demonstrative ignorance by children of this pair of colds. You cannot beat them. I am convinced that I will also now bury these wretches with my moms for the insults of my granddaughter, find out their addresses and go home to them with my son-in-law. And there and there is the same thing - a communal, dirt, a mommy in saliva and in a trick on a fat body, and a boy looking at us at the calf on the sold-out sofa. The son-in-law, instead of the mate, suddenly began to ask the boys, and do they want to eat? Did they shoot from the gun? Are they afraid of dogs? At first I understood nothing. But when he asked his mom to take the boys to his country for the weekend, he gently said, he cried. Why do we ruin our weekends with these idiots? Mothers really didn’t care. Take it and bring it to school on Monday. We will rest a guy.

The son-in-law picked up his painting, planted the quiet boys there and took them to the country. My grandmother and I did not call.
On Sunday, we still come to the country and what we see - these frostbites are worn along with our granddaughter and our dogs on the lawn, photographed with them, drag wood to the mangal, discuss something with the men at the cars - normal quite boys. Now my granddaughter has two of the most devoted bodyguards in school. Well, not excellences, but small men who have a goal - to enroll in the hard Suvorov school. This is obviously a son-in-law with his friends-officers educational. And wonderfully.

It was such a lesson for me from my son-in-law that I am still ashamed of the desire to fight with children. Never, listen, you never spoil children, even if there is a reason. Better help them, show the world where you can and should strive for. Otherwise, why do we all need them?