In front of history. Small 4 years. Sometimes I tell a story about three pigs. I can’t remember which of them is Nuf-Nuf or Nif-Nif.
For the small, this is important, especially he needs to remember what the house of stones built, as he is the most. Well, for the sake of clarity, I called him Petrovich. Sometimes he asks – Dad, tell a story about Petrovich.
The story itself. I went to the theater for a children’s show. Give them three pigs.
Mom and Dad with children. Pigs like pigs - puffy, pink.
The first is Hello children, I am Nif-nif, the second is Nif-nif.
Hi children, I am Nuff-nuff, the Third barely has time to open his mouth, the ringing, enthusiastic voice of my little one - I know, you are Petlovich! The hall freezes for a second before the explosion of the whistle, and from the front rows there is a thoughtful solid male voice: "Yes, it really looks like."
Why the actors broke the curtain and slipped out of the stage on the crackers I understood later, when in the theatre hall I saw a photo of a low bald man with a curly, somewhat like a fifth nose and the inscription: The main director of the theater Nikolai Petrovich Ivanov (the other surname of course).