He was in the senior group. My father received an invitation to the tree (then all the farmers with children were given such) Well, in general, my mother went to her "his" tree with her sisters, and we and my brothers went to her "his" tree. And here we stand near the House of Culture "Textiler" and the father asks.

“Son, what do you need, that’s all, grandfather of the snow, the chordists of the song?

I say no. Yes, I wasn’t interested in all of this snow-covered stuff at the time.

“Let’s say, I’ll go down and pick up the gifts and go better to eat ice cream and play machines?”

But the condition is this: Mom shouldn’t know)) Dad taught cheating, right fucking. Clearly I agreed...I still remember how cool it was.

  The funny thing is that my mom learned about that deceit after 33 years. When asked why I did not surrender the father, I replied: it was an agreement, the more mutually beneficial))