Horrible creatures are these “mothers.” I have encountered something similar this year. It was so. Near my house there is one district that I call the "Komsomol town". In the late 1940s and early 1950s. In the last century, they built cozy two-storey brick houses. The area is remotely reminiscent of the American suburbs from Hollywood films. Between these houses spread beautiful, though underground courtyards. Spatial, many greens, pavilions, gardens and shrines.



On weekends, when the weather is sunny, I sometimes go to this Komsomol town, taking a thermos with me, coffee, sandwiches and a good book. I did just that recently. He came to this district, sat down on the bench, poured himself a coffee shop and opened the tomic of Strugacki (decided to read "The City Destined").



Next to my location was a children’s playground. Nearby at 10-12 meters. There were five children playing in silence. I periodically broke away from the book, grabbed coffee and looked around the surroundings. Just to translate the spirit from the story tricks "City". Sometimes my gaze fell on the children who were driving on the pitch, but they were not interested in me more than the loud leaves in the wind or the car that passed far away. Suddenly I heard a woman’s scream:



Why are you sitting here watching our children?



I didn’t even understand at first who it was, what it was about and what it was about. And then I saw two carnivorous girls of the 30s coming up to me because of the playground. They move threateningly, almost stunned. One of them screamed.



Why are you sitting here? Go, go away from here! Now I’ll call your husband, he’ll break your face!



I was almost in shock. The moms were moving, shouting something about the children, about going away, about the fact that my husband is a boxer, etc. I tried to apologize, but my voice drowned in their hole. And I, feeling guilty without guilt, threw the thermos and the book into the backpack, and then hurriedly removed it.



I still go to the Komsomol town, but now I just go for a walk. To sit with a book in the courtyard on the bench or in the pavilion I am now afraid. Little of something.