On this video, the most "not for the faint of heart" will begin on 4.12
My question to moms, dads and simple residents of Yap in something banal: Can the instrument of education can be a chainsaw? My answer was very much, for my opinion is great from the opinion of the majority. But let me, I will express him at the end of the story.
The main thing in this topic is not three Slavic God. About this work I told literally two posts ago.
I will tell you what last theme only Casual mentioned. About children on the "construction site".
I saw in the village, the forest gossips of which hurt the "orphan" manors. But the boys do not care on the sign "Private property". They will crawl everywhere. And therefore, I was constantly touched by youth from 6 to 12 years.
This is not the most pleasant thing - to work at a three-meter height and the edge of the eye to watch where the trimming is flying, so as not to give God, no one has searched. And even the edge of the eye to watch, so that the camera was not broken and did not make too much Self on her.
Believe the word: the fastest and easy - it is to do to everyone along a wooden saber and send to the forest to the war, so as not to be disturbed.
The first of the total mass allocated a deafdy Fedya. At first, the conversation was not laid. I can't hear it in protective headphones, and he explained to himself:
- Could you make a favor and say pogrom? I hear badly. The ears were very sick. Hurt ... at night ...
I removed the headphones and began to speak louder. I learned that Fed is 9 years old. What he went to the third class. That he is also a sculptor, only while there is a shape of sand and designer. Then Fedya climbed to the neighboring pine, so that it was better to see, and about an hour was sitting like a sparrow, tracking each propyl. When it was dark, Fyodor said goodbye, he guaranteed his visit tomorrow, sat down in great and died.
And I thought ... I thought ... After all, I was also 9 years old, when I first saw the man carries the bear with a chainsaw. Seeds fell into my soul and gave three meters. Maybe I was also a sower today? Eh, Fedya, Fedya ... Where will your creaky bike bring you?
And then Danila Master appeared. 12 years. For those who looked video, already know how I gave him a drink.
I constantly forced him to wear protection, and he dropped her as soon as I turned away. I told him not to cut in slippers, so that go home with my fingers on my feet. And he still came the next day in sneakers. I constantly watched the edge of my eye, how he keeps the tool and whether it is right (safely) directs the propuls. I made myself with the last words, asking for a fig?! I'm not easy! Here is the twilight, I do not have time. And he runs around and the outbreak from the photo in his eyes is hammering. Having fun ...
But for some reason he could not drive him off the playground. In general, my opinion about the new generation is quite sad. They led me mammies of their teddy boys for training. Empty eyes - some "tanks" go to them. And then I saw the very desire. Well, how do youth then scold, if there was a chance to try to raise, and I did not use it?
In general, you can guess how much and what I listened from the passers-by village grandmothers, aunts, unles who saw Danil with a chainsaw ... Even cows - and those seem to be condemned.
Mom came on the second day. Looked. Shook her head ... Danil, meanwhile, washed the chair for the younger brother Bogdan. And mom blessed. (and chair and photo - Danila)
After a couple of days, dad came. With the question: "What kind of drank this, which he has already defined the third day?" (Calving Tire Carving). I looked at the saw, called dismissively "suchkores" and left. But the son did not pass.
Micro Drill I gave to children's hands already somehow without much crash. Danil helped me grind on an equal footing. As stated "see Video "(at 6.24).
Then everything ended. I had to go first in the Crimea, then to Yamal. Exchanged phones, and I left. I will say honestly - it was not to Danil Masters, especially in Yamal.
Of course, leaving, I promised Danile to call when I return, but ....
But I still called. In September, together with Daniel, we made a second job in the same (native) village. Staircase. This one. He came to me after school how to work. Not. He came to me to work. Without like.
I completely stopped torn with Danil-Master. If on the first object, his work was a pleasant addition, then some things have already practically imputed him into obligations and drose for poor-quality execution (if such happened).
The anticipation of the question and answer: not for free children used. For MZDU.
What's next? I will tell. At the end of April, Danila-Master will become the youngest participant in the festival of wooden park sculpture "Battle of Chainsaw" (20 Consists, 11 regions). Who allowed? Yes, I am. I just came up with this festival, I found the sponsors, the territory. I am His Tall in the participants. The organizers shake their heads (how to swing all familiar with the situation), and said: "Well, for your responsibility!" As if little I will be responsible there ... ..
Dear Admins! If this poster is advertising, I will remove it or a place and time to make it. Just does not go to mind - how to make a photo of what was not yet
Well, now I will be glad to hear your opinions about the upbringing.
All good!
Post scripts that can not read. Two years ago I wrote this story. More precisely, I simply recorded the situation that happened on the way from work. History - just about how and how to raise children.
Bugashki
- Write! And I'm bored-bored! Let's chat while I'm going to a minibus?!
Here, damn it ... you have to wake up.
I went home yesterday from the workshop. And go from the ultimate to the final. Climbed on the back corner seat Pazika and tristed in pleasant Gresses about the capture of the world. And here - "Bored" right in the ear.
Opened the eye. Through the seat face to me - the lady is pleasant in all respects. A sort of agoned and discerning the life of Alenka with chocolates. Eye, browch, sponge, oforchik and school portfolio kneeling. Because near Son. 8 years old. Classic Pups, only grown. The hat-of-the-manochka under his chubby chin on a bow tied, a jacket on all buttons is fastened, and a scarf ... scarf node back. In my Soviet childhood, the boys even in a kindergarten was so scarves were tied up ... In chubby fingers - a nickered phone, in which he pins with a reflux of neutered cat.
- Murichek, sit smoothly! - The lady for a second is distracted from his pipe and returns to it again. - To see, you need to see! Only certainly threesome! On any day from Tuesday to Friday! Ah, no. On Friday we go to the theater ...
Murichek? I close my eyes and trying to understand who it is. Mark? Yurochka? So it is waved to say where to go with Muurichk, and not only on Friday ... But Drema is stronger. She wins.
- Here! Here!!!
This is the cry of a young pirate, going to the board. I shudder, and reveal the eye again. Next stop. On the right to the dual seat jumped another kid. Eight years old. All in the snow, knitted hat, red, red handmakers without mittens. According to the cabin, PAP is stuck and with a happy smile falls on the seat next to her son:
- Great, gangster!
With the branded such Bodrovskaya intonation. The lady mows in their direction, makes big eyes and wrinkles with elusive squeezing. Well, you can see the naked eye that dad in the life of the stars is not enough from the sky. Yes, it seems, and does not seek. I suppose, in some car service, the nuts twist and life is pleased.
I try to fall asleep again, but the ears are attacked already on both sides.
- And the deepest?! - Screaming a gangster.
- The most is the most? - Dad thinks. - Mariana Trench! There are 15 kilometers!
Come on, I think. 11, it seems?
- And how much is it? - Tortures the gangster.
- Well, as we ski on Sunday drove, only three times there and back! - explains dad.
- Wow ...
- What? Sorry, not heard! - The lady is pictured by a free ear with a finger and deliberately explains to the phone:
- No, we are in a minibus, you see what contingent. Here on the culture of the behavior of the speech does not go at all! Murik, sit smoothly!
But dad and gangster are too thick-skinned, and the ladies shot does not reach the goal. They are already fighting on the fingers (this is when the fists clung to, and the finger of the opponent's finger to press).
- Oh! - Oret the loser gangster, - Come on! Oh! It's not fair! This is because left! Let's right!
The right thing go better. The gangster laughs, dad is all the time:
- Well, you give! Here, damn ... No, I'm not an opponent!
- You succumb to! - yelling gangster.
- Not ... This is because I drink beer - the reaction is not that. Well, again you won!
Bandit happy.
The bus bounces on Ugab, the temple of the gangster flies to the handrail. But on the way there is a father's left palm. No, with the reaction of dad, everything like Jedi. Both of this episode do not even pay attention - everything is on the machine, as if to catch the son of his father falls a hundred times day. However, it is likely that it is.
The lady on the contrary irritably looks at the driver's cabin and carefully engages Muuric jacket. Murik in prostration. More precisely, in the phone.
The bus stops on the final. Arrived.
The gangster is already jumping at the rear door. Dad holds him for the top.
- Get ready for learning towards supermows height! "Commands dad, holding a gangster for the top."
The door hits and turns out.
- The first went! - Dad sends the son into the darkness barely noticeable.
- Aaaaaa! - yelling gangster and landing into a snowdrift.
- Well, all, goodbye! We arrived. Bye Bye. Hear! Murichek, get up. Mittens put on.
The lady will exclude Muric Hat, collar, tightens the scarf, and goes first. From the darkness pulls her hands who take Merrik.
I go out the last. The lady walks ahead, which in his left hand holds the obedient mittens of Merik, and his briefcase carries right. On the right, the sounds of the deadly fight of the gangster with a snowdrift ...
I went to my spinograms. At first I thought about the one who continues in life - Murik or a gangster. Then - what does "further" ... let's say, one eats the cutlets with the help of a knife and forks, and the second - mouth. One goes to the theater, the other in the forest. One enrolled in the institute for a bribe, the second with a sin in half finished Putyagu, but it was. One phlegmatic, the other - without five minutes hyperactive ... Caring for children - she is different. It seems to be putting on a warmer and a backpack to bring up - this is care, but in a horn in a snowdrift - no. And why don't you have children, if you can't provide them with care, dear phone (so as not to worse than others) and guarantee the present - worthy - Future?! Right?
But to think these long thoughts to the end I was lazy. And I began to think about simple. It is necessary to ride on the weekend on the weekend, and if you clarify the Internet, which specifically the depths of Mariana Vpadina.