Once asked us on the lesson of natural sciences in the third grade of school to write a work on the theme of "Vermost - a domestic animal".

We then studied in the third shift, from three o'clock in the afternoon, and from school I came at eight o'clock in the evening, ate a Chinese cup of soluble coffee "Pele" and went to bed under the black and white TV "Spring". In other words, you realize that it has been a long time.

I did the lessons in the morning. My mom was going to work, waking me up, and I sat down at the table to study.

Well, there was to write the composition "Vermell is a domestic animal." A paragraph of two or three. Apparently nothing complicated. But I knew almost nothing about camels then, except that they were splashing. I saw it in a Russian comedy.

He sat down, opened the notebook, wrote that the camel is a domestic animal, but does not live in the houses. Two lines came out. very little. He wrote that in the desert without a camel, people would have disappeared for a long time. Too little too.

And I wrote, as I now remember, "A vertebrate cannot be irritated for anything, beaten with a stick or dragged for a tail. Otherwise, he can release his 660 milliliters of food.” Apparently two-thirds of the page. It will go. It is time for mathematics.

I submitted my composition. The teacher checked and asked, “Alexa, why exactly 660 milliliters?” I do not know how to answer. In general, at that time, the kiosks began to sell bottle beer and all kinds of lemonade of the type of fantasy or Dr. Pepper there. And on the streets began to roll empty beautiful shiny bottles. All the boys took them home. And I pulled, gathered the whole collection. The bottles were 330 ml. It was written on them. As in the Chamber of Measures and Weights. Other amounts I did not know at the time. Then came mathematics and mathematics. I was commissioned to compose a three. Not a trouble. Three is not two.

Then I had to write a story about my family. Our family was modest: me, my mom and the cat Musa. I wrote so in my writing. I also wrote that my mom is constantly at work, and at night Moussa jumps on her bed and my mom screams so suddenly. The trio also caught. I have the most written about Moses. And the cat is not a family, as it turned out.

But the most interesting thing was when I wrote about how I spent the summer. The most striking impression was the scene when we were sailing on a boat and some adult man saw a worm leech floating next to him and began to beat him with a veil until he killed him and threw him off the shore. I wrote everything so. That in the summer I saw, as a neighbor in the country of Uncle Sereza killed a worm fish with a veil and tired.

The teacher said, “If you write any nonsense in your style again, I’ll give you three pairs in a row.” So I stopped writing in my own style and started writing like everybody else: “This summer we went for mushrooms and berries. I admired nature and collected a lot of blacks. Tonight we went swimming in the river. And if it was raining, I read a book about Tom Sawyer. I love summer and songs at the fire.

I have never read anything about Tom Sawyer. And the white mushroom from the bug began to differ only with the appearance of a phone with Google. At that time I was given four. It is a pity that his style has not appeared since then.