When I was in the 4th grade, my grandmother, my mom, came to visit us in Minsk. I was invited for a month. A good, non-conflict man, a former teacher with 30 years of experience. Naturally, the grandmother showed the sights of the city, the parks, the Botanical Garden and all that. A few weeks later, the classy offered us to go to the opera.
How did she suggest? must be!Someone managed to get rid of it and left an extra ticket. Mom decided that it was very successful and offered to take grandmother with her: she, as a cultural person, would be interesting. It was a pleasure to be another grown-up guardian.
The opera began at 7 p.m. Her name was Ivan Susanin. The whole interior consisted of columns painted under the breeze, between which Ivan walked and sang bass.
and Susannah. Words are difficult to understand. The grandmother showed interest, but after 2 hours began to quietly sneeze in the palm. After 2.5 hours announced an interview (in fact, I hoped it was over). Then we came into the hall and Susanin started cutting the circles between the "bries" again. As I understand, the Poles he lost strongly then. The second act was hard.
The grandmother discarded every pretended interest and lay in the chair on one side, then on the other, then slipped and lay in the chair on the back.
The bullying ended exactly at 12 a.m. The grandmother and the classy were saying goodbye, gently smiling to each other. At 1 p.m. we arrived home on the last trolley bus. Mother opened the door and happily smiling and anticipating the grandmother’s delight, asked:
Well how?
Then, something happened that my mother did not expect from the former teacher.
The grandmother crossed the threshold of the hallway and fell to her knees with a scream:
For what? → If you wanted me to go, you would have told me!
Well here. Curtains in the literal sense of the word.