Yesterday I was walking with my daughter, passing by her children. The garden, told me how the day before they went to lay flowers on a small memorial to the employees of the REB fleet, who is located directly near the garden. Then I am I, D is my daughter.

D: Dad, let’s come and look at the flowers that we and the kids from the group laid yesterday.

I: Let’s go, and where to go?

D: Yeah, for that, like him, the charge!



Ahah, the car was barely holding back so as not to explode. I explained, of course, that such a word is somewhat inappropriate, in relation to the memorial, although the word formation is quite logical.