In Russia the vast majority of mothers yelling at their children forever evil shout, what little where else in the world will hear: “are You stuck in his mouth, you idiot, I told you not to stick things in your mouth!”, “Mommy, mommy, it hurts!” — “Nothing trash all in his mouth to pop!”, “Dennis, stand up from the swing! You long to be! Stood up, I said! Denis, are you deaf?! Right now, get in the ass!”, “You pig! Well, only pants washed!”.
Show all… “What are you squealing like a stuck?! Shut up!”, “Olga, go home! Home! What kind babe?! All of the children as children, and this a hundred times to repeat it!” — almost together with the joint twisting the hand, the young — not more than twenty — mothers dragging three or four years old little girl from the sandbox. That, of course, already preparing to scream from pain and humiliation…
That I happened directly over the Playground to live. However, in shops, in public transport and on the street, too, had seen. Everywhere, and I insist, everywhere, without exception, in Russia, speaking to children in an authoritative tone. Even if the first couple of sentences sound quite peacefully, something a little deeper in the throat, vibrates always ready at any moment to decompress spring irritation. The funny part is, the tone only attracted my attention appeared as a given. Early and I also took it as a given, rather, simply did not notice and did not think, because my mother spoke to me as well, I remember it genetic memory, I remember that because of how compressed everything inside when you hear something like, I remember retrained as run its course soaked, lying on the surface, physically blocking his throat, not to be like my mother and not yell at my son in the middle of the beauty of the English of the Playground.
That’s really where it is necessary to come instead of therapy! The kids here scream with pleasure such decibels that are not dreamed of and the organizers of rock festivals, running around barefoot and grubby, climb in all sorts of holes and holes, shoved in his mouth everything that moves, laughing at all his children’s throat, swinging on a swing until you’re blue, peaceful mothers and their high third eye spy, and then, if the subject, which they sucked with the same blessed are the lucky few not very exciting. For all the hours, months, years spent in the local playgrounds, I have not seen any children’s tantrums. Tears seen repeatedly, a tantrum howling never.
I have been to the playgrounds of France, Italy, Cyprus, Israel (these generally a separate song), and just watch the relationship with the children of American, Spanish, German, canadian, Japanese, Koreans, Arab women and many other nationalities. Everything had happened. Sometimes the severity of it sounded, it seemed that deserved — and still first there was many attempts to persuade calm. There have been bans. But no one has ever yelled at their children, and certainly not called. No one was annoyed about stained legs, smeared on the face of snot, wet boots, but you never know yet for what reason. At least in public. Of course, nobody knows what happens behind closed doors. Although, judging from the behavior and responses to comments or bans children, and this apparent lack of fear of the seemingly inevitable punishment — home communicate with them in the same manner.
At the site, which happened to live in me, howling to the compound, climbed every ten minutes, and often just because prior angry shout of a mother. And that’s the curious thing — love, as of an eagle protect, and worried. As well, if not more, than the representatives of other nationalities. But why love Russian and before that Soviet mothers Express so irritable, always tired, always bitchy manner? What motivates them?
And in Russia it happens everywhere, regardless of background. Angrily yelling at their children and mothers with Patricof mother to dig a patch of rusty swings somewhere in Uryupinsk. I myself was a witness. Depressingly large percentage of parents in the country talking to their children with a quiet rage, casually releasing it under a different pressure through the condensed teeth, depending on… on what? What determines this habitual irritability, tell me, in God’s name? From the bad, unsettled life? So half of the world poor living unsettled lives, if you understand. From fatigue? The same answer. Fear for the unknown future? So is it not necessary, on the contrary, to exude confidence, so she was transferred to children, not to frighten them?
The most unpleasant thing is that, regardless of whether you yell at your child for any reason, or he just hears yelling on the other — this background, it turns out, accompanies him all the first years. And, if you remember, and in kindergartens for children often yell educators and nurses, which in turn, yelled their mother. Endless cycle of shouts and odergivaniya, irritation and teams. And our children grow up, forever waiting for someone’s anger.
In such circumstances, the idea, already seven-eight years when expires the dog walk with the nurse-attendants at the playgrounds, they should approach newnoble. And there is the baton picked up by a school teacher. Not sure how it is now, but in my time they shouted, and how. And yet, you look at the youth of today is a completely normal gay guys. I don’t know what is their level of inner freedom and confidence — not had a chance to talk. I don’t think this test passes without consequences. Although, who knows, maybe it’s just part of our inborn genetic code of Homo Sovieticus: from childhood to accustom children to the teams and the inevitable punishment for non-compliance? Still, damn we have a country. Curious, are we ever going to eliminate that damn the Soviet legacy?
