A small preamble. I have a growing baby in the form of a boy 3.5 years of age. He lives a lot of time in the country, where there are quite a lot of mosquitoes and other flying and biting life and often fighting away from all kinds of evil flies he asks “kill her!” He began to apply this phrase to any problem arising from him and requiring a destructive solution; to remove the disturbing chair, to throw out the paper, etc. It didn’t stress me, but in vain.
And now the story itself: We are walking today on the playground, the son is wearing a machine on hills, cranes and is fighting with someone. The people are very crowded, despite the day. A fat man walks around, also looking after his child. And here my child runs up to this man and ticks him in the ass with the scream: “Uncle, give up!” The uncle did not resist the armed raid, but honestly raised his hands and the dialogue continued:
Uncle give up!
I give up!
You is what? The Russians do not give up.
I am not Russian!
And who?
The Jew.
According to the law of the genre at this moment, everything was silent on the site and only a child's scream on the verge of transition to hysteria broke the silence:
“Father! He is Jewish! Kill him!Kill it!!“..
Everyone turned around us, the kids stopped digging the sand, they could drink beer, and the moms watched their children. The Mhatov pause. Dozens of pairs of eyes placed on my side with a silent question/accusation.
And fucking what you explain, I dropped out of there in a moment!