Once I was about four years old. A new year, my uncle, and my uncle, who we have a common language. I sowed a lamp from the girland, the celebration was under question, my father shook. As a result, I am in the corner, standing, missing. And here comes my savior, uncle! He asked why, for how long. He said, “Say, forgive me, Uncle Toll, I will not be there anymore. You can walk around the apartment.” I said everything as asked!
He went out, happy, eaten, to meet his father. He looks harshly, clarifies from which I am not in the corner? The guy was obedient, I explain that he apologized to his uncle, he felt upset and let go.
A few minutes later I stood with my uncle both in the corner, he in one, and I in the other. My uncle was nine.