30 years ago…
for Example, you learn in elementary school honored teacher. And her regalia, Oh, how much earlier did. And their sauce can get up with the kids all that your heart desires. Because you're a teacher and know how. And the children - they're small, and don't believe them they all come up with.
In the first class studied the boy, I will call him Peter. Peter was very short and not much was poured into his milk, saying “Drink - large will grow», - he did not grow up. Moreover, he was unprepossessing in appearance, more trenchant studied with threes, and at the same time, stuff like this, wrote poems. Writer.
“Let him first triples your improve, and then stihoplyuy” –said strict teacher. And poked it and poked that is not growing it is that poetry weaves the Trinity. Well, with this, saying: “Well, I love you, Peter. Well.” And classmates what? Believed that the only way to cause good. And the whole class was calling him names and poke him with your fingers. Laughed and teased. And in doing so, caught the approval “honored”.
And then the whole class decided to support “honored” and went home to Pete to talk to his mom, and to tell what a bastard her son and how he, a C student, dares to write poetry.
Mother feeding children with tea with jam and wept, and the children, as the dogs were barking, describing her horrible son.
Peter became quiet and ceased to write poetry. And then mom transferred him to another school.
it took more than 30 years…
Peter was a strong, big, and photographs in "Classmates" he stood with a gun on his shoulder and signed that he was a warrior and rides on hot spots.
you wonder how right? Peter, so sensitive, and suddenly the machine and hot spots. Wow! Here is a man now!
As it so managed?
And petino unconscious, wets the classmates and "honored" fiercely in every battle. Water for life and death. And maybe he even doesn't suspect that was the impetus for the choice of profession. And perhaps, he laughs and shows his pictures of the fragile little boy, saying: “I was such a bitch and even poems napisypl! Imagine now, why some poems can not stand. Sick of these poetic! Not men these scribblers!”
And if you ask about his childhood…Say: “Yes, like everyone, childhood is a happy time!” And smile at all 32.
the Injury - she is cunning, hide inside, so not sure. And the taxis there…
When choosing a profession, for example…
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