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In kindergarten often hungry.
In fact, mom and grandma fed me very well. But at home there is why you do not want. And in the garden, especially before lunch, I want very much. Go up the stairs to the dining room and think: what’s for lunch? Here there was a piece of meat…
Meat is not provided. Give me some soup, which I don’t much like buckwheat or mashed potatoes with squash caviar or pickles. Squash the eggs I love, but it is put on the edge of the plate a small handful, it would be possible. Buckwheat I eat, but mashed potatoes always something tasty and blue. More often, cocoa with milk, which float skins. Sick from them.
But the pea soup I love! It is given with cubes of croutons – crispy, crunchy. First, razdatki pours into a plate of crackers, and then another lady walks in and pours soup on plates. Crackers give a handful, very, very little. But I figured it out. I ate the crackers without the soup, and when it was his turn pretended not to understand that it is necessary to wait for this very soup! And I gave the crackers a second time!
That’s what I do every time for lunch pea soup. And no one guessed that I cheat. Just a pity that it is rare.
Yet we bring sliced bread in large bowl. All I want is the crust, but the rump only two. Some guys even manage to spit on the vending piece to them no one else managed to grab.
Sometimes we give burnt a casserole of cheese. Here’s her I love the most. When we come to the gate, I already know that today is casserole. At the special smell. I tell my mother:
– Today I in kindergarten do not go there for-ke-pan-ka!!!!
Mom corrects me:
– The casserole, not Zakopane. Irisha, all at work. No one is home.
And today I was on duty in the dining room and made a surprising discovery. It turns out that meat in the dining room there is! Only we do not give and take. On this day, lunch was chicken and in the dish we put small pieces of chicken wings and a tail. As a left leg and brisket. I was badly hurt. And when the blue radacina smeared mashed potatoes on a plate and next to put a piece of salty pickle, I just went to put a plate on the table, and continued to stand near the hand.
– What are you standing here? – irritably asked razdetsya.
– You forgot here something to put! – I bravely said.
But radacina still gave the chicken and started laughing.
For me in the evening when mother came home to take home. She said:
– You must be at home put something in the plate, except garnish: sausage or meat. She told us today that so-and-so. Where do we take them for their meat?
I stood next to her mother and said nothing. How they lie, and even adults! Are not you ashamed? They also had meat – I saw it myself! It stood in a large plate…
On the way home I told my mom. About chicken leg, which we were not given, and gave some the ass, which is something absolutely nothing!
The house mother gave me a chicken. And the sausage. And many other things. But, strange to say, the house is for some reason not wanted.
Is the spirit of contradiction. – mom said.
“That’s strange. What kind of spirit such contradictions? And what is the spirit of razdatki in the garden?” – all evening I thought…
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The story is not about heavy Soviet past, if someone suddenly realize. The story is simply about the childhood! Please observe the wisdom in the discussion and mutual respect 😉
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