My wife’s parents are typical Peter’s intellectuals, both doctors, so stereotypical family that sometimes it’s ridiculous. My wife and I decided to organize a holiday in the style of sex, drugs and rock and roll for centuries, left the little one with her parents and went to the warm regions for a week. We returned and ran from the plane to the little one in the morning to the garden where he was eager to be present. The children told poems. Children are like children, who is Agniya Barto, who is Chukovsky. And here our son comes out and starts proudly, with a thin voice: "Insomnia. and Homer. The Shipyard" I broke the ovation.