and it was she who caused the story, which I can not tell you in any way, without being distracted by anything.

The tactics of taking jewelry for Lena from the casket was developed by me in full accordance with the laws of psychology - I chose discreet decorations so that my mother did not notice the loss before the time, taking into account the seasonality of the clothes for which the jewelry was intended. But if you only saw how much happiness shone in the brown eyes of Lenochka, when I solemnly handed her another gift from my mother's magic casket! No, of course, my adventure was worth it. However, the celebration of the soul ended also suddenly, as it had begun.

One day, with my friend Andrei Markinov, I went for a drive from the hill in the park of the Melanzhevy Combine. It was a real bobsled, where a stretcher was used as a bean. With a deafening roar, we were on a stretcher and rushed along the ice slide, experiencing a sense of enthusiasm and adrenaline of the regular riders. On our trouble, on the hill came the moron Lenya (classic oligophrenic in the degree of debility from the "bad" 33 apartments) and brother Lena Seryozha, who immediately started teasing me: "The bride and groom, they made a dough! Well, Lenkin Khachal, when will you come in? I've already given a brooch! "I do not know why, but his words hurt me very much. I felt terribly ashamed before Andrei Markin. The fact is that at that time all those who were friends with girls deserved universal contempt in the boyish environment. Some devil began whispering to me mean, treacherous words - and I burst out: "Ha, I found a bride! Yes, if you want to know, I did not give her anything, she stole that brooch, and you're a goat, the real one! "After these words, Sergey attacked me and gave me quite weighty kicks. He was joined by the debaucher Lenya, and Andrei Markin also came under the distribution. Arriving home with a tear-stained face and obvious signs of beating, I had to tell my father everything, which immediately went to find out the relationship to the locksmith, Father Leni, in the next apartment. After a while a noisy procession reached our apartment: a locksmith, his wife and Lenya himself decided to arrange a big "psychopathic show" for us. And, although I hated this moron because he tied the paws to the cats and threw them to the inevitable death from the parachute tower in the park, this heartbreaking scene still stands before my eyes. Tandem kickboxers - a locksmith and his wife - with the words: "Why did you offend Seryozha?" - Conducted academic series of accurate, well-placed punches and kicks on the moron head and fillets of the trunk of Leni. At the same time he squealed like a pig, and from his eyes, like a real clown, fountains were beating with tears. Then, already in my childhood, I finally realized that I would never be able to work as the executor of death sentences, although, as is known, "... all works are good, choose to taste!"

But troubles do not come alone. No wonder the folk wisdom says: "The trouble has come - open the gates." Once - at this time, my mother noticed the loss of the brooch, and Serezha kindly conveyed my vile words to his sister Lena. Mom made a very serious "debriefing", according to the results of which she went straight to Lenin's parents and finally returned the lost brooch. Lena, as expected, stopped talking to me, and, on top of everything, Seryozha fell under the "hot" hand of my father, who was returning from work far from in the best mood, saw the offender of his son and, in front of the whole court, arranged an impressive, Stunning in the literal sense of the word scene "vendetta", in which the pope - the actor surpassed himself. The next morning, when I went out into the yard, it became clear that the world had changed, and for me - far from the best. Ahead, near the sheds, stood a group of conspiratorial guys, among whom was my best friend Andrei Markin. When I approached them, animatedly talking about something, the guys fell silent at once, and Andrei pointedly turned away when I greeted him. "You see, they've already done a good job with him!" - I thought sadly and wandered from them where my eyes looked. Lena silently proffilirovala Lena with an offended face and a look full of contempt. Well, now I had to get used to this new status of an outcast for me, in which I would have to live for several months until my family left for permanent residence in Kazakhstan.

Then, in my childhood, I could not even think that, it turns out, the Lord had already since childhood begun to teach me to be alone - this is truly the most valuable gift of Destiny, and that it is in this state that I will learn, after all, to draw inspiration and To fully enjoy life. Now, thanks to this harsh school of life, I am like a submarine in an autonomous voyage - unsinkable, with tightly closed hatches, only occasionally surfacing to the surface, once again to remind people that I'm alive, I'm still a fighting unit and that me It's too early to discount. However, then in my childhood, I suddenly realized with sadness that along with this first serious lesson in human communication taught to me by Life itself, my cloudless childhood was forever ended - the young man Sergei was born, already endowed with some life experience of responsibility for his words and deeds , And this is an indispensable attribute of adult life already.

                               Adults

In the autumn of 1974, in connection with the transfer of my father to a new duty station - to the Higher School of the

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