My sister told me. He lives with the states, then from the first person.
I go to the doctor with my son (6 years old). The Doctor is such a joyful and kind God. It turned out to have Russian roots, his parents once immigrated, he was already born here. I am glad that we are almost landlords. And here the examination begins, and the doctor so affectionately said to his son: "Show your throat,
“Breathe, Breathe,” “Don’t Breathe, Breathe” and so on.
And all with such a loving smile that excludes the breath. I was slightly upset, and my child too. When under the pressure of the surprised look of the child, I still asked, why, say, you are so a boy?
It turned out that the old man sincerely believed that this epithet
This is the kindness of treatment of children in Russian families. His Russian grandfather always called it that way.