I am 5 years old, I mean. year of 93. I don't remember the time of year, but probably spring or autumn, because it wasn't cold, but it darkened early enough. I visited my grandmother, grandfather and father.



As usual in the morning, my grandfather and his boxing dog named Igor took me to the kindergarten. It was not so far away, but through the 4 strip road in the courtyards near the railway.

And here comes the evening, everyone is slowly dealing with my parents, and nobody follows me. At first I waited with the teacher in the group. Then the garden closed. She brought me out on the street, I remember sitting with her near a garden of colorful tires digged into the ground. I don’t know how long it was, but it was already dark. Suddenly I see the game. He ran after me. I don't know what the teacher was guided by, but she put my hand on Igar's necklace, said something like "hold fast and don't let go" and sent us home.

We came home in the dark. I and I, clinging to his necklace.



In short, my grandfather thought that my grandmother or father would take me and go to the country, my grandmother thought that my grandfather would take me, my father "left to Bukhara" and didn't think about anything. And Igar was let out for a walk, and he went to the garden, on the usual route that he walked every evening. So the dog was more responsible than the family.)



Once, as an adult, I asked my parents, "what fucking was it?" I replied, “Well, it did well” and no more commented.