Some stories are remembered for life. Dozens of years go by, but we remember and tell them, as if they happened only yesterday. Such stories - funny, touching and instructive - we collect to once again smile or ponder:
Tale about the cottage
I am 7 years old. Hooray!!! Finally, my grandmother and I are going to the cottage! 14 years. Ancestors got with their beds! I am 20. It seems my grandmother has gone mad, she is tearing grass all day long, it would be okay in the beds, and who has prevented the grass along the fence? I'm 25. The dacha is only needed for kebabs. 35. And do not I plant radishes? 45. The whole garden in the garden. 60. Something fence overgrown with grass, you need to weed. 78. Dragging a heavy backpack to the dacha, children-grandchildren do not help, they say - do not sow anything, we will buy everything. And only great-grandson pleases, he is 7 years old, and he is happy that summer is again, and we are going to the country. Life goes on.
Hello from the past
When I was four years old, my father bought the XBox prefix, then it just went on sale. We played all the available games together and got a lot of fun. It lasted two years.
My father died when I was only six years old.
I could not touch the console for 10 years. But when I did, I found something. I started the racing game, which I loved very much as a child. And as soon as I started the race, a ghost appeared in front of me.
Do you remember the old games? If you drive round for the best time, then the result is recorded, and the next time a "ghost" of the one who passed it for the best time appears on the track. As you already understood, this ghost belonged to my father.
I played again and again, trying to get ahead of the ghost, until the day came, when, finally, I was in front and ... stopped before the finish. I did not want him to disappear from my life. Now my father and I sometimes play together again.
At school I really did not like to read. Somehow we were asked to read Ivan Turgenev's Mum. And the control question: "Why was the dog called Mumu?"
I decided to cheat and asked my father. To which he replied with a serious face:
- One small dog walked in the winter across the frozen lake and was thirsty. She started to glaze the ice, and her tongue was frozen to her and froze. She somehow tore him from the ice, but part of the tongue remained there. Since then she could only mumble.
I grabbed the gist, and the next day I shared "read" with the whole class. All the little stomachs did not tear with laughter. Especially our young teacher of literature.
Since then, I read everything myself ... Thank you, Dad!
Right hide and seek
They asked to sit with a niece (5 years). She says:
- Let's hide and seek play!
In hide and seek, so in hide and seek. The house is big, I honestly run away to the back room and honestly hide under the bed.
Time passes, but no one is looking for me. In the end I can not stand it, I go downstairs. And she is sitting in the kitchen, got the cake out of the fridge and eats the fifth piece already ...
I remembered a case from childhood. I was 7-8 years old, an excellent student and an activist of primary school. At that time, school breakfasts were handed over 1 ruble 30 kopecks a week, tariffs have not changed over the years, and I still remember this figure. Usually, parents put the necessary amount in a portfolio on Monday and reminded how important it is to remember to give money to the teacher.
On that memorable day for my mother, apparently, there were no trifles, and she gave me a whole treshka to pay for breakfast for 2 weeks, and I could keep the change (and for 10 kopecks you could buy 4 of my favorite patties). I left the house with a treshka, and I came to school without her, where I lost - I did not understand.
The school day behind the lessons flew by unnoticed, but on the way home I realized that I would be punished for the lost money, and therefore began to cry.I walked, smearing tears in my face, 200 meters left to the house - I meet a neighbor, she asks: “What happened?” I told her, and the neighbor said: “Can you imagine? I went to work today, I see, 3 rubles are lying on the path, so it turns out that you were. ” I took the trishka out of the bag and gave it to me.
The mood immediately improved, at home I did not tell anyone about the loss.
And now 30 years have passed and I told this story to a childhood friend. She enlightened me that we all go to work in the town by 8 o'clock, and I went to school by 8:30, and the neighbor could not go after me and find my money.
And here I finally got it ...
Nastya married in a big-very big love, and the young family immediately thought about continuing the race. For several years it was impossible to get pregnant, but the guys tried, and here it is, happiness - the daughter Olga was born.
The gray-eyed blonde, Angel Olya, was a sickly thin little girl - from allergies she was slipping into a cold, from there she smoothly flowed into chicken pox and dysbiosis, the baby's diathesis began even from looking at the fruit.
Nastya hung around her daughter and husband, sleepless nights became the rule, she never went to work, free minutes were really minutes.
The misfortune happened when Olga was already five - an unpretentious Nastya missed the first signs of appendicitis for the troubles and was soon taken away with peritonitis. Operation, resuscitation, two weeks Nastya was nursed and fed through an IV drip.
As soon as I could walk, I fled from the hospital. Holding the gutted belly, on the walls. To Olechka beloved, to her beloved husband, unlooked, hungry, cold-unhappy.
I saw my daughter and was stunned - rounded rosy cheeks, even complexion, even a tum appeared.
- Olenka, what did you eat for breakfast?
Dulling his eyes and picking up the carpet with a shoe:
- Syup ...
“Bunny, what did you and dad eat for lunch?”
- Ssuyuyupe ...
- Well, and for dinner, what will we cook with you?
Daddy was uncomfortable in everyday life and he knew that a stew could be eaten without even heating. And potatoes will sooner or later be cooked, especially if it is brushed and cut. And carrots with onions should be fried in oil before adding to the dish. What kind of oil? Of course, creamy, the existence of other oils the husband did not guess. If you still dilute the resulting water, it will be liquid, then - soup. And the soup is good for children.And this soup fed the child with dad for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Oddly enough, Olga has passed away allergies and indigestion, and ruddy cheeks spoke in favor of such a "diet" food.
Three years have passed since that event. On weekends, if mom doesn't mind, dad prepares her favorite daughter's dish - sup. And about Olechkin allergies and diathesis more and do not remember.
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