In the mid 1990s. We are two brothers in the family. I am 7 years old, my brother is one year older. I am a well-known monkey in our courtyard – I have overtaken all the available lighting pillars, trees, roofs, basements. This time, on the third floor level, I was hanging on an apple tree branch with one hand, and the other hand was eating the same apples. From the entrance, the father goes out to do his business. Near the entrance is a standard picture of three babies on the bench, grinding fresh speeches.

Where does Dad look? ! to He hangs his boy. It will fall! It will break! The grandmother struck his father.

“And I have one more,” replied the father and went on with his business. The grandmothers were silent.

has grown up. not broken up. I have sports awards.