Good morning wishes to the father of the children. Good morning dad good morning dad from son
The main purpose of this article is Wishing the father of the children good morning, only the best parting words from a sincere heart and soul!
May the day bring good luck, a bag of miracles to boot, new meetings without fuss, and a dream come true!
Good morning! The morning must be kind and pleasant, so that the whole day goes by like clockwork, and all matters are successfully resolved. Which is what I wish you! Good morning, and not be sleepy in it, but be kind and cheerful, with an excellent appetite for breakfast.
Let all today you meet only positive-minded people, because on whom, if not on them, the successful passage of the distance of the day depends.
Let today turn from ordinary to special! I love you, gently hug and kiss you!
Bright events, happy moments, joy in life, smiles, love! Good morning!
Good morning, my love! Charge yourself with a positive and meet this day!
Have a nice day, good news and happy events.
It's so good to just open your eyes and know that you are! Good morning!
I wish you a very good morning and a joyful awakening. May the dawn bring many victories and optimism!
May this day bring joy and pleasure, so that you, without bothering at all, reach unprecedented heights!
Good morning, friend! A new day has come. And the new is always the unexpected, but let the unexpected be only positive.
Beloved have a good day, you are in my heart and my thoughts forever! I love and miss you now!
May all your affairs be easily resolved and the sun smiles all day!
The beginning of a new day is the beginning of new opportunities, and something unusual. Let's start your day! Good morning!
May your heart be filled with the melody of the kind and loving universe this morning!
The symbiosis of our pure love and your perfect smile creates a clear and magical morning today.
Good morning, my joy, may a cup of coffee warm you.
Waking up every morning is the main wealth in life.
Rather wake up, stretch and go drink coffee. Good morning to you
Good new morning, my beloved man! With your awakening, let the world behind the window start up joyfully and sparkle with new wonderful colors.
Sun, open your eyes. The night is gone, giving way to a new day! wake up good morning!
This is a warm morning for you! And it will become the start for achieving all the goals and conquering the peaks ...
With love and tenderness, I wish you a good morning and a wonderful day!
But it really is a good morning. After all, after I open my eyes, I remember you and I want to get up and conquer the world!
Good morning. But it really is a good morning. After all, after you open your eyes, you want to get up and conquer the world. The day is just beginning.
This morning will be as beautiful as a rainbow, bright and positive!
I want this magnificent day to give you as many happy moments as there are beautiful stars in the night sky.
May this early morning bring us good luck, happiness and a big boost of energy for the whole day!
This morning will be kind and pleasant, so that the whole day will pass like clockwork and all matters will be successfully resolved.
Congratulations on the arrival of the kindest and most beautiful morning!
The sun has already risen. This day will surely be eventful and successful thanks to the power of love that is put into these lines. Nature froze waiting for you to say good morning!
Wish your loved one a good day! Everything will be fine with you today!
I hope you slept well today and feel vigorous, cheerful and energetic! Well, if not, then I still wish you to be in an excellent mood today and successfully solve all the problems.
The energy of this morning is unique, cheer up with strong tea and start this day! See you soon!
Let the rays of this morning sun glide over your face, warming your heart with the charm of life and the brightness of the rainbow.
I send you a charge of cheerfulness, a bunch of good mood, I kiss you tightly, my beloved ray of sunshine!
In the morning I woke up, stretched sweetly, remembered about you, smiled and decided to wish you a good day! A sea of smiles! The whole world is for you!
My favorite hero! I wish that today you are bypassed by all the sorrows!
Good morning. I wish you an incredible charge of cheerfulness and excellent mood for the whole day, pleasant surprises from the very morning and joy.
Darling, so that luck will follow you all day as a shadow!
Congratulations, it's a wonderful morning! Let everything that you could only dream of appear in your life today.
Good morning! Amazing luck covers you with your head, and a happy fate with the generosity of a talented magician opens up a fan of tempting prospects in front of you
My soul, I want this day to bring only positive thoughts and great news!
May your day be successful today, and may your work be slow!
Through the thin canvas of time, we will meet again, already in a new today. Good morning!
Look how the rain washed the city for you, how it illuminated it with sunshine! May this morning be really good for you!
I wish my beloved a good day! Let all your dreams come true, work, but do not forget and relax.
I wish you positive, meetings, communication, creativity. In general, you understand me - Have a wonderful day!
Morning is only good, because it is the birth of dawn!
I congratulate you on the start of a new cool day! Everything will be cool and everything will work out!
Let the weather make you happy outside the window, and it's time for you to work!
I wish you (you) a successful and good start to the day, and then smiles and joy!
Good day! Oh, how empty and boring my life is without your presence. I want to be next to you as soon as possible.
My darling, wake up, a delicious breakfast awaits you. Good morning, smile to the new day!
Good morning! I wish you a wonderful mood, delicious breakfast and incredible inspiration for the whole day!
Nobody knows what the new day will bring, but I am sure, because for you it will be successful and happy, good morning.
I wish you a sweet and pleasant awakening! Good morning to you!
Sunny, wake up, morning has come! Smile quickly now the sun can hide in the sky, because you give much more light and warmth!
Wake up, smile and be filled with love.
The first awakened sunbeam will kiss you tenderly on the lips. I sent him to you to wish you good morning
A new day awaits you, my love, so it's time to leave your warm bed and go to conquer the world!
Good morning my darling. You feel how sunbeams kiss your lips, cheeks, rustle your hair and whisper tender words in your ear. What a pity it's not me. So come on wake up and come, I miss you. Good morning.
Good morning, friend! And look what it is! I wish you to absorb all its revitalizing freshness and carry it through the whole day.
I hope luck will accompany you today and everything planned will come true.
Thoughts only positively, live cheerfully, be active! Don't be depressed over trifles, and I'll give you something.
May the day be successful, may sadness and laziness disappear. And even if you are lucky in business and luck awaits everywhere!
Hey! Wake up yourself and awaken your conscience, and it will remind you of my number! Call.
Good morning! - I wish you a life without despondency, in the love of madness and passion, in your career, profit and power.
Clear sky, cheerful smile and pleasant awakening to you! Let this morning be one of the thousands of the kindest and happiest!
May this cool morning make a great start to a successful and rewarding day!
This morning and this day full of smiles and pleasant surprises awaits you.
Today we will meet for sure! Until then, wake up and go to work!
May your life be better this morning than yesterday! Best good morning to you !!!
I wish you that your day will be filled with joy and many successes!
Good morning! My beloved, you know, I miss you madly, I am very sad and I want to cry, without you the light is not nice to me and nothing is interesting.
You make my morning brighter. With you, all the sunrises are nicer. Love you! Good morning my life!
Good morning wishes to the children's father - This morning I wish you a great idea and bright inspiration.
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Dear dad, good morning! Hope your day is 100% complete. I wish you a positive and active morning, an effective working day and a serene evening. I know how strong and courageous you are with me. I believe that this day will become the basis for you to discover pleasant emotions and fulfill your plans. Remember that your day will only be successful if the morning is met appropriately, so open your eyes quickly, stretch, exercise, and enjoy a fresh, healthy breakfast. May your day truly delight and not disappoint even in the slightest subtleties. You only deserve success, so look with confidence in the future things, which are already waiting for you to fulfill them and will be able to boast of your successes to your friends and family. I support you in everything!
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Beloved daddy, the morning of this day has already come. It's time to get up and get ready to actively do things. I believe that everything will turn out more than successful for you. In addition, mom has already managed to prepare a delicious breakfast for you, and your child, the heir, is waiting for the moment to wish you not only good morning, but also success at work. Remember that you are my best and that our family exists largely thanks to you. A home morning spent with your loved ones is the best foundation for the next day. After such a morning, any heights can be conquered. This is due to the attention and the manifestation of care, sincere love from loved ones, whom no one will ever replace. Don't waste wonderful moments: stretch in a snow-white bed, ventilate the room, do a little exercise and get down to active business.
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Dad - you are the best man for me, an example in everything. I know how strong your character is. Therefore, I hasten to congratulate you on a good morning, wish you good moments from the very beginning of the day. May the sun always shine in your soul, and bad weather will never manifest itself. I believe that even the slightest shortcomings of the day that each person may have will not put their character to the test. You will definitely show your strength, confidence and optimism. The morning that you can spend next to your family, let it give you an increased desire to perform various feats. I wish you to spend your morning in a special way and feel attention, care, and then - successfully complete all the planned activities. May your day be one of the best and lay an even stronger foundation for a brighter future. Good morning, best man, my dear dad.
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Dad - you are our hero, the basis of a strong family. Mom and I are already tired of waiting for that wonderful moment when you wake up and can open your eyes, meet the day. Wake up soon, because in the kitchen there is already freshly made hot coffee, there is a fresh newspaper. Let your breakfast in the circle of loved ones become not only a replenishment of physical energy, but also give an additional incentive for an active and successful day. I believe that everything will turn out as planned for you today. Without a doubt, the stars and planets are positioned exactly the way you need it today. In order for the day to pass brightly and unusually, everything is already provided for by the world, by higher powers. Let your day bring many pleasant emotions that will be felt from the very beginning. I hasten to congratulate you not only on the onset of a good and cheerful morning, but also on a bright, eventful day.
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Daddy, you've been sleeping for too long. Open your eyes and look at the time: great things await you, an active and important day. There is no need to hesitate. In addition, you need to take time to communicate with your loved ones, taste a delicious breakfast with freshly made coffee, the aroma of which is already distributed throughout the apartment, and not just in the kitchen. Mom and I wish you success and hope that your soul will be warmed in the morning with your family. Regardless of what the weather will be like today, let the bright sun always burn in your soul, illuminating your face and heart. Let you feel what good morning really means. We believe that everything will work out for you as it should, and part of this will be due to a decent morning spent in the circle of your loved ones. Hurry to get the most pleasant, positive emotions.
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Our beloved sleepyhead, get out of bed as soon as possible. Plunge into the morning, and then into an active day. You will definitely succeed. Your loved ones have already tried and prepared a delicious, nutritious breakfast. You will definitely find your favorite food, drink and sweets in the kitchen. Let such a sign of attention warm your soul and tune in to a positive wave. We hope that morning will become the basis for a successful and happy day, which gradually, smoothly, will turn into evening. We are confident that you deserve the very best and be sure to show off your own accomplishments at dinner. We wish you to feel the atmosphere of a wonderful morning, which, of course, always sets you up for work. Use your own opportunity to spend the day in a special way and be as active as possible. Be an example for your family members who care about you.
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Daddy, the morning is already hoping for your attention, and your loved ones are looking forward to the opportunity to wish good morning and a good day, to inspire with words and attention. Take the chance not only to soak up your bed, but also to have time to hear important words spoken from the heart with a manifestation of true care. Let your day go as you planned, and all opportunities will be used only to achieve success. We wish you only the most pleasant and best emotions, the achievement of your goals and the accomplishment of planned affairs. Only in this case there will be an opportunity for you to get the maximum of pleasant impressions and again feel like a hero. We, your loved ones, will definitely keep our fists for you. In the meantime, hurry to the kitchen, where melodic music plays and coffee spreads an exquisite aroma.
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Dad, the time has come to wake up and face a new day that promises to be as worthy as your previous best days of life. Thank God that you can see the light of the sun and take a breath, feel positive and tune in to an active working mood. Take a delicious and healthy breakfast, a fresh shower and the opportunity to listen to your favorite music as a gift. In such simple things, you can find a lot of energy in order to subsequently successfully prove yourself in work and prove again to everyone that you deserve respect and success. A new day that has been presented to you by the whole universe and breakfast prepared by loved ones, attention and a sweet morning conversation - this is what you already need to use. Do not lose the opportunity to quickly discover wonderful moments for yourself, because you will certainly still be able to soak up your bed in the evening after you are satisfied that you managed to do everything.
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Dad, it's a beautiful day. Morning is already waiting for you to wake up. It wants to warm you with its advance, despite the fact that the weather may not please. The most important thing is the opportunity to feel the warmth and sun in your soul, to appreciate the wonderful moments that will surely pass today. May your day be pleasing in all important matters and numerous nuances and pass on light waves. We wish you good morning and a wonderful day, the opportunity to embody all your plans and the patronage of higher powers. Thank God that you can feel life again and take a step towards the tasks set. Let your life sparkle with new colors that promise to become iridescent and special. Use every opportunity to make our wishes come true, because they read the love of loved ones, sincere feelings.
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The alarm clock has already rang, waking up with a wonderful ring. The sun illuminates your room and seeks to penetrate the soul. You should not keep your eyes closed, open them and go towards your day. Let everything go as you plan. Morning gives a chance to tune in to the positive thanks to the attention of dear people and the existing comfort, many opportunities for spending time. Dad, take advantage of all the blessings of fate, because they are ready to reveal themselves today. Higher powers, the universe will definitely give you a lot of chances to move forward. The most important thing is to move towards achieving the set goals. A good morning will definitely help to ensure that everything goes well and according to pre-made plans. Therefore, do not waste time and the opportunity to fully enjoy the morning that has come, which you need to spend with your loved ones.
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I hasten to wish you good morning and a wonderful day. Let the sun in your soul warm you and stimulate you to achieve your goals. I am confident that in each case there will be a wonderful chance for active progress in life. Daddy, please accept, as a sign of attention, not only kind words spoken from the heart, but also a delicious breakfast prepared with care. I believe that the minutes that will be spent with my family before starting to solve problems and work, will certainly prove to be as valuable as a night's sleep. Take a refreshing shower, have a cup of coffee and eat a chocolate bar in order to experience the bright facets of life. Everything will turn out to be much easier than it was initially imagined. Use the morning for a positive attitude for the whole day, until the evening, which will also delight you with home comfort.
Good Morning Wishes - Have a Nice Day:
I squint my eyes from the bright sunlight, as if someone is playing with sunbeams on my face. In an attempt to escape the annoying rays, I nuzzle Gerard's soft shoulder. He frowns in displeasure, turns to me and reluctantly opens his eyes. A cunning lip spreads across his face.
Good morning, Bandit.
Good morning, mi .. Stop, what?
Good morning, daddy. ”I heard it behind me, and I, looking over my shoulder, notice our little princess, who had been playing with a folding mirror before. (here's the little asshole)
Bandit jumped on her legs and jumped into bed with us, bursting into happy laughter (it seems someone's knee hit the target, and I will remain impotent for the rest of my life)
- Honey, it is still so early, why are you here?
Well, my alarm went off a long time ago, and I figured I should go in and wake you up. But, Dad, you slept so well that I wanted to wait for you to wake up yourself. Here.
This little miracle will someday bring me to the grave with her speeches and antics. She is 9 years old, and she expresses her thoughts better than Gerard during his graduation speech at school. (you have no idea how ashamed I was for this idiot)
If your alarm has been ringing for a long time, what time is it now?
Your watch shows 8:15.
How many? What the heck?
Fuck, Frank, I have a project!
Do not swear in front of a child!
I'm the first to go to the bath!
Everyone knows what it feels like when all family members run from one part of the apartment in search of a tie, tights or a school bag. Everyone is screaming, hysterical, throwing their socks at their father. (I will remember this to her) When everything happens at a run, in a hurry. When Gerard doesn't notice you with a huge mug of milk in his hand.
Frankie, I'm sorry.
As I bent over the bathtub and tried to wash the sticky white (milk-based, of course) stain off my shirt, my butt was attacked by Way's strong hands. (I don't mind, but we fucking slept)
I, of course, understand everything, now spring is the time of love, hormones are hitting my head, but hold your hands (and not only your hands) and blow yourself together.
Well, I'm sorry actually.
Geraaaard!
At 8:45 am, everyone was already in the car. Bandit sang softly a song about rabbits, Jer fumbled with the keys, and I just turned to the window with a displeased face.
Perhaps there is still God, because we got to school in just three minutes, without knocking down a battalion of pedestrians and not showing off our driving skills, as Gerard usually likes to do.
Run honey. And try not to beat the girls or woo the boys. The teachers don't like this.
Okay, dad. - Quickly kissing us on the cheek, she runs to the institution building.
Hands folded at his sides and an eyebrow that will soon cross the orbit of his forehead, these are the things that in Gerard can only mean one thing:
Way, you're preoccupied.
I know, but now ...
And now they pinned me in the car and impudently paw under the school doors (Poor children and their psyche), covering my neck with something resembling kisses.
He left my painful neck and licked his lips. This look does not bode well either.
Well, now Bandit is at school and no one will bother us. If you only knew how much I want to continue what I started (believe me, I not only know, but also feel). He pulls me by the collar of my shirt for another kiss and whispers as quietly as he can:
Let's go home.
What about the project?
You are the only project that I am willing to work on over and over again.
Surely, there were times in your family when you did not see your dad for days, when he left from the very early morning for work, and returned when you were already asleep. You not only did not see each other, but even practically did not communicate. But now there are telephones, there is interactive communication. Why don't you say good morning to your beloved daddy? It will be so nice. Beloved daughter remembers and takes care of him. Choose the most beautiful and anxious good morning wish right on our website and send it to your beloved father to please him and motivate him to finish all business as soon as possible in order to spend time with his loving family. Our site will definitely help you choose the best wishes that will not leave anyone indifferent.
Sometimes the morning is clear, sometimes it is rainy,
Maybe a little sad, maybe happy
Daddy beloved, get up quickly
Get your dose of positive.
Let the sea give success in all matters,
A smart thought at the moment, let the right one hit the head,
Everything that is for today, let it happen,
Let the naughty shine in your eyes sparkle all day!
Daddy my beloved, I wish you a good morning
You are the best in the world - I know for sure
Wake up quickly, things are already waiting for you,
By the way, my mother had already served breakfast on the table.
A pleasant coolness will knock on the window,
Let nothing bad happen to you.
Good morning dear, wake up soon
I wish you success, positive, smile!
Wake up daddy, stop sleeping already
It's time to get up and meet the dawn.
I understand that getting out of bed is still lazy,
But the sea will bring positive to everyone this day.
Look - it's just super weather outside the window,
All adversity and sorrow will be overwhelming.
Nightingale, already, look, frolics outside the window,
Definitely, something joyful will happen soon!
I wish good morning for daddy dear
Wake up soon, hero you are our man,
Our house is blowing with pleasant coolness,
Smile, no doubt, you have a reason.
May this day bring a lot of positive
Any little thing daddy, let him smile at you nicely,
May everything be easy for you today and just succeed,
In all matters, let luck smile on you!
I wish good morning to dad dear
Let your soul inspire wonderful impulses
At full steam, let luck rush to you,
All the best today, let it happen.
Stop sleeping, daddy, all the importance of business flies,
To that person who is sleeping sweetly now,
Hurry, dear, you already get up,
Come to a hot, delicious breakfast as soon as possible!
Daddy beloved, I wish you a good morning
All positive notes I repeat it,
Fragrant coffee is getting cold in the kitchen
A ray of sun has been warming us all for a long time.
Your face lights up with a smile for a reason,
For a long time already the morning dawn is shining brightly for us,
The weather in the house is great, daddy get up
The most delicious breakfast in the world, eat it soon!
Daddy dear, I wish you a good morning,
I drink fragrant coffee with him in one gulp,
On the face, let the smile sparkle brighter,
Let more positive things happen today!
Daddy, honey, dear, you are the best in the world,
Enjoy this bright morning to the fullest!
May luck accompany you in all matters,
Always rushing after you at full steam!
Daddy my love it's time to get up
Your affairs are already tired of waiting for you,
Our Sonya, man, wake up soon
Immerse yourself in the daytime atmosphere as soon as possible.
You should take a cool shower in the morning
Let the coolness shake off the remnants of sleep
Great mood for the whole day
Let not a shadow of your sorrow fall on your face.
Almost by force I lift him out of bed,
This fragrant coffee has probably already cooled down,
And the delicious breakfast must have froze too.
A pleasant coolness will help to wake up,
It's time to plunge into the business atmosphere,
Come on, dad, get up, get out of this bed quickly,
Say hello to new day as much fun as possible!
I want to tell my beloved daddy sooner
Uro has come, it's time to get up.
The birds are already dancing outside the window,
A cheerful, positive day is already coming to us.
Daddy, important things are waiting for you today,
May all worries and sorrows leave you,
Rather absorb this fragrant coffee,
Get out of bed until the evening already, get up!
I wish good morning to my beloved dad
How he does not want to get up, I understand perfectly well
But such a wonderful day is already coming to us,
He will bring us a lot of joy.
Take a cool shower, daddy, in the morning,
Let this day be interesting, like a game,
The sky is already smiling at you,
Mom has been calling you for breakfast for half an hour.
My beloved dad, I wish you a good morning
I kiss you tenderly, hug you tightly,
I still want to wish you a successful day,
It is only to receive joy from aromatic coffee.
Dawn has already come and wakes up with its smile,
Come on - get up, my dear, hurry,
All that you have planned for today is to have time for everything,
I wish you to overcome the remnants of a dream rather!
Photo: Alexander Tyagny-Ryadno
I will dream of this more than once: an asphalt platform in front of a supermarket, where after school the boys drive on skateboards. And I never knew how and never envied them, as well as skiers rushing down the mountain, or racers on an autodeo.
But he loved those flying from a cliff into the sea.
On this site in front of the supermarket, near the house where the three of us lived on the second floor - me, my father and mother, and there were many flowers on the windows, and there were also cats and a dog. There was always a dog: first two Airedale terriers, then one, then they took a poodle; the last one was Basset Beggie, they thought he would oblige dad to go out.
So, that morning I was walking the dog. On this site near the supermarket, early in the morning of some almost ninetieth year, the three of them got together for nothing to do. In the morning, with nothing to do. And they were not drunk, they were not even acquaintances, they had never seen each other before. But, looking at each other, they realized, for some reason they realized that they could play this strange game. They snatched pistols from their belts and began firing at each other. And one fell because the bullet hit him in the head. Then almost everyone had a weapon. This boy was left lying on the steps of the supermarket, a pistol was clutched in his hand, and a bullet hole in his head.
And I remember that because when I got home, my father was standing in the kitchen and smoking out the window, as always. We looked at each other and thought the same thing.
Father sat down with his arms outstretched
and I run to him, me too
spread his arms; parting day
abundant, forgotten and summed up.
Sunset in the garden on the Black River.
Father sat down, the sun is setting
and I run, and he laughs ...
I run cross to the cross of fathers,
into the arms, into the inevitability of a meeting.
And he will take me on his shoulders -
and we will leave in the end.
School window
The crows are oversawing. This distracts the teenager a little at the last desk. A thick squared notebook is fresh and innocent, and one hand does not rise to transfer ridiculous equations from the blackboard onto a blank sheet. I would like to write a novel, of course, an autobiographical one. There is no biography yet, but perhaps the first fact happened - this is the desire to write a novel. The teenager displays the title "Dogs and Knights" on the cloth cover. There are problems with the handwriting, but then the teenager tried his best, the name was displayed in a beautiful Gothic font, and decorated with appropriate curls and vignettes. Further - the question of the graphomaniac: what to write about? The alluring oxymoron "knights-dogs", broken by the alliance "and", pushes to the exciting topic of choice - to be a knight or a dog. Later, attitudes towards both changed more than once: chivalry was discredited, and doghood acquired dignity, words played in the plot of life.
But something important, sharp, memorable happened then. From this window with crows and the absence of a teenager in the boring boringness of the lesson, the bell of the first image rang out, the first idea of oneself in the third person. The teenager mentally writes not “I”, but “he”: “He was looking out of the window into the courtyard. And a boy was walking in the yard with a knapsack over his shoulders - a first grader. The boy raised his face and looked out of his window. And he saw that this boy is himself. "
Thinking this, a teenager at a school desk in a boring lesson did not understand what explosion had just reimagined his reality.
The poodle jumped out onto the highway, she was immediately crushed by a car, my dog jumped after her, the brakes screamed, someone was maneuvering, a formidable stream from both sides circled a live dog and a dead poodle
I think about death and do not understand at all what it is. Once, on a walk, my dog chased a little poodle. She rushed forward, he followed her, both barked merrily, the road ahead roared and honked with traffic. Frightened I ran after two funny dogs and yelled:
- To me! Stand!
The poodle jumped out onto the highway, she was immediately crushed by a car, my dog jumped after her, the brakes squealed, someone was maneuvering, a formidable stream circled a live dog and a dead poodle from both sides. I also jumped out onto the track. My dog looked at the dead object with absolute indifference, not seeing in it any connection with a cheerful girlfriend. I dragged him out of the way, tied him to a bush, then crushed him under the bush, and we left. For three days crows circled over that place, and on the fourth I looked under the bush - there was nothing there.
Raven gray outside the school window, a teenager looks out the window and mentally says "he" to himself. Some eccentric professor celebrated the birthday of his son not on the fact of birth, but when he, two and a half years later, one fine day said "I". Before that, everything was in the third person:
- Lyoka went for a walk, Lyoka wants to eat, Lyoka loves mom, dad.
And suddenly this one is not clear who says:
- I'll go, I want, I love. I am Lyoka.
Maybe this is immortality? For the one who says "he" about Lyoka could have asked dad or mom in the same way:
- Will Lyoka die?
Whatever they answered, he already intuitively knows the answer by the question itself: of course, Lyoka will die.
But the fate of the questioner himself is unknown, nothing has been said about it, and no question has even been asked. As a memory of this gap, we have a complete misunderstanding of death, we cannot grasp it in any way, it is not our experience.
And now a teenager at the school window, under such a distinct raven sky, assimilates the usual "I", goes into the pre-remembered "he". And immediately the reality in sensation is more genuine than any other, and even more so the reality of a school lesson, captures him. And in this reality, he sees himself as a peer standing at the window and seeing himself as a first-grader, looking out of this window from below, from the depths of the courtyard.
The thick checkered notebook remained clean. It apparently contains the main, unspoken novel about a meeting that is impossible in a biography, does not have a dictionary and is called life itself - you cannot write about it in either the third person or the first. And this novel, perhaps, my main thing - no, not a work - is recognition.
He spent his childhood in a house on the Black River in Leningrad. Then we moved, and for a long time I went to that house to look out the windows of our apartment on the third floor. Dog syndrome. And when he stopped walking, childhood was over.
But one day ... On Christmas night of the millennium, there was a large children's snow. And I came to that yard. Only one window glowed with someone's insomnia - ours. And someone was looking out the window, clinging to the glass. And I stood in the yard and looked at him. Who was it - "I", "he"? That, in fact, is all.
The reality of the lesson, school, everyday life is understandable and boring to me. But I apparently live in that gaze, in the tension of the meeting, when one of the dark courtyard, standing under the lantern, looks at the other, stuck to the sleepless window.
Fights
There were not many of them, I could count them on the fingers, I remember everything. I remember and hate cruelty, not someone else's - my own. I remember the pain, not mine, but someone else's - it burned with an instant arrival of guilt. Father never fought - or? .. It was impossible to imagine him fighting. Furious - yes, the cause of the rage and anger was me, my cruelty, my aggression. He did not understand her and did not find the means to defeat her, impotence gave rise to rage. After all, he was thoroughly imbued with a sense of humor, and humor and cruelty are incompatible, do not get along in one whole person. Such bright, playful humor is rarely given to me - as a gift. On the contrary, irony, sarcasm, voluntary or involuntary mockery are characteristic - this made them fight.
Along the Kolomyazhskoe highway from the embankment of the Black River to the Commandant airfield, wheezing with its engine, a truck rushes. In the back, on a piece of junk, swaddled for the move, a man with glasses is sitting - my father. He keeps almost six-year-old Loka, who did not want to move from his house to someone else's, and he had to donate two plastic foils and swordsman's masks brought from toy Estonia ahead of time. With one hand Lyoka grabbed the side of the truck, the other waving a green rapier, and in delight Lyoka does not notice that the dueling obelisk of Pushkin, the unknown Aerodromnaya Street and Bogatyrsky Prospekt, crossed the tram rails to the Testers and drove into a large foreign courtyard of someone else's house. Lyoka stands in the middle of the courtyard alone in a toy swordsman's mask with a plastic rapier in his hand, on the sand in front of him is another foil and a mask. Where did the truck go? Thirty-seven years later, it worries me: the glance of my memory does not see the truck at the entrance - he could not unload and leave in five minutes, he could not. Loka could not come to his senses in the middle of someone else's yard, when everything was already unloaded and disappeared, leaving him alone, could not. But Lyoku is not worried about this: he did not notice how the house in which Lyoka had lived for almost six years disappeared from his life, did not notice. It is much more interesting and important that a boy is now approaching him, looking at a mask and a rapier in the sandbox.
- Who are you? - asks an unfamiliar boy.
- I am Lyoka, tomorrow is my birthday.
- And I am Marat.
- Can you fence?
The first fight did not take place - the enemy fled in horror. And of course, I myself would have run away from such an unfortunate fool. Marat, he did not know how to fence at all, slapped Lyoku on the hand with a rapier. Lyoka froze from an unfamiliar feeling - an unbearable burning pain. He had never forgiven less pain before either a chair or a table when he suddenly hit the corners - he immediately took revenge, grabbing a mop and furiously beating the offenders. Lyoka tore off the mask, tears of rage stood in his eyes, Marat quickly realized the seriousness of his anger, threw the rapier and ran without looking back.
And on the second floor of someone else's house, a window opened:
- Lesha, home!
Someone else's yard, someone else's house, and my mother named him Lesha. Looking at the burning red mark on my hand, I screamed, choking with loss, I realized: the rapier and the mask are not real, I have no home now, someone else’s mother is calling from someone else’s window, she doesn’t know my name. And the real ones are only pain and rage from the vile or inept blow of an unfamiliar boy, whose trace is gone.
A few years later, we fought again, already being strong friends. There were some reasons, I don't remember which ones, I know one thing: I was stronger, the outcome of the fight seemed a foregone conclusion. A curious courtyard shoblah crowded around. I approach Marat, frighteningly contorting my face, clenching my fists. Suddenly a sharp pain in my groin, I kneel into the grass of the football field and yell at the whole yard with good obscenities. Then I learned how vulnerable an arrogant man can be, and for three months I gazed anxiously at the crimson blue epicenter of my vulnerability. So, Marat remained forever invincible, although he did not show any courage.
First-grader Dima Dudinas at the first break after the first lesson ascended over the flower bed of the teacher's table, kicked a vase with dahlias and declared that he was the strongest, and who wants to be convinced of this? He was overweight and gloomy. I didn’t tease him as a "fat man", but I was resolutely ready to challenge his invincibility. Grabbing our breasts and sniffing for decency, we both suddenly felt the joy of mutual sympathy. Dimka raised me, I lifted him, we slapped each other on the shoulder and favored. There were no other candidates for the role of supermen among the first graders. The teacher Galina Borisovna (GB) put us in the gallery, where I sat, going from school to school five times. GB walked through the ranks and everyone who did not have neat letters in the copybooks, beat them over their heads with a meter ruler. When she reached us, she started to swing, but Dudinas caught her hand in her wrists, pulled out the ruler and broke it in half. We were both kicked out of class. In recreation, Dimka grappled with some high school student who shouted: "Hey, fattrest!" A moment later, Dudinas hit the wall with his head, and I got a kick in the stomach and that evening ended up at the Military Medical Academy, where doctors with shoulder straps made a heroic diagnosis: "Injury to the right stomach wall."
I hit junior once and learned that retribution does not bring comfort.
I never returned to that school. Many years later I learned that, having somehow finished his studies, Dimka Dudinas died of gangrene. He was hit by a car, and the hospital he got to by ambulance was not the Military Medical Academy.
So Dima and I did not fight.
I hit the younger one once, and I learned that retribution does not bring comfort. He, a four-grader, was rude for a week, provoking a fight. I endured, endured, but could not endure, and the blow turned out to be crushing - a concussion. I was a class older, and then his brother and his fellow ninth-graders five of them beat me in the face in the toilet. While they were beating, it became easier, and blood from the ears, and broken cheekbones ... but after that it was again ashamed. And now, it seems, too.
And my friend, big in every sense, Grisha, somehow foolishly kicked a classmate, after which he lifted her skirt for the amusement of the class. Despite his double weight, Grisha easily flew over two desks and crashed in the aisle, to the delight of his classmates. Grisha's brother was a sailor, the day before what happened, Grisha gave me a brotherly vest to vilify. Grishin's parents told mine that for the request to return the vest I had taken away from their son, I severely beat Grisha. Well, it's not true! But the adults believed the adults more. I locked myself up, my mother shouted that I was lying, and my father, enraged by the insolence of his offspring and his readiness to grind Grisha for lies in a lot of pounds of powder instead of apologies, grabbed the first thing that came to hand and slapped me in the face. Not lucky for everyone - it was a naval belt. A bloody anchor shone on my cheek. By morning, half of his face was crimson blue to the greater pride of the hero who suffered for the truth. Dad went to school with me, Grisha admitted that it was not about the vest, and I must say that the traces of my punishment greatly exceeded the traces of my guilt on Grishina's physics.
The father was depressed, he did not know that he was able to raise his hand against the child.
Our house is at the Commandant airfield - in a new building area, where thousands of Leningrad communal apartments were settled + the darkness of visitors, the so-called limits. Komendan is a disturbing northern outskirts. Full courtyards of teenage gopniks and two vocational schools, where Asian guests were taught to be plumbers and other semi-contemptible specialties. Lima lived in hostels, walked with “our girls”. Once one of "ours" was demolished half a head with a reinforcing bar. The indignant Komendan rustled with the excitement of the Crusades. Then I undertook to write a great novel. On the cloth cover of a common notebook, ninety-six sheets in a cage, inscribed the title: "Dogs and Knights." Then on TV they showed Eisenstein's "Alexander Nevsky", and all the yard small things converged on the football field in the "ice battle". Who is "ours" and who is the despicable nemchur "dogs-knights", of course, determined the outcome of the battle. I liked the word "knight", and, without knowing it, starting to write a novel, I gave birth to an oxymoron, dividing the stable expression with the conjunction "and". However, the matter did not go beyond the title.
I probably thought then that this novel would be about "them" and about "us." Every day the radio sounded "Hello, country of heroes!" And others, "they", it is clear who they were. It is clear who the inhabitants of other courtyards were for our yard, it is clear who they were for the Commandani of the limit.
The very first battle knocked out of me the spirit of collectivism and "joy in the masses" forever.
A crowd of about eighty people are walking in columns along the boulevard. Benches are breaking, stakes are being pulled out supporting young, recently planted trees, heavy nuts, stones, and oily skeins of bicycle chains are stuffed into the pockets of school jackets. The crowd wanders, but there are no enemies. And suddenly two short, dark-haired kids from behind the turn. I didn't even really see what happened: the first rolled on the asphalt, holding on to his face, the second was surrounded by a crowd, expecting even the slightest impulse from his side - but he stood frozen, no one dared to touch him. Suddenly, a white-eyed scumbag emerged from behind the backs of his friends and with a stake cut this "chock" in the cheek. And they all ran scatteringly. The boy squatted down in a bloody puddle, whipping from under the fingers that clamped the wound on his face. And at the end of the alley, from the "road" already fled "ours", not ours "us" - him, this guy. They held together, trying not to crumble. Having caught up with the boy, they picked him up, and further, to the hostel. The Commandan, which was crumbling, crowded and rushed to catch up with the limit. So they ran: they were in front, we were behind. A short delay - in the middle of the alley there was a heap of gravel, stones were thrown at us - and again the chase. I was somehow glad that none of them lagged behind and we did not catch up with anyone. We took them to the hostel, stood for a while, yelling something cocky and angry. They poured out onto the balconies and screamed too. Something whistled near my ear and plopped into the soft green of the lawn. I looked down at my feet: a half-pound cast-iron weight, having touched the sleeve of my jacket, was almost completely sunk into the loose lawn. I didn't even have time to get scared. Then. And now it’s scary: what good news could have made my parents happy that evening.
In a drawer of the table there is a thick notebook with a cloth cover. Coats of arms, swords, vignettes and the title "Dogs and Knights" are drawn on it with a ballpoint pen. Now this is not an oxymoron or opposition, but something else - a teenage compote: everything in us was mixed in never equal shares - we were dogs and knights. And lightweight criminal heroism, and falsely understood meanness and cowardice. Faint-heartedness was to cry, give in, forgive insults. But it was only in tears and forgiveness that a person grew up from a teenager.
He kicked me in the shin with a forged boot. In a rage, counting the circling stars from my eyes, I remembered Marat and was glad that the blow did not fall higher
The last fight. I just got transferred from junior high to another school in ninth grade. I was short and not modest. The star of the school's football club, the favorite of the already matured girls, brutally cheated me at the very first meeting.
We got together for the school. Both ninth graders, his and mine, stood in a circle in disgrace. For both, I was a beginner, moreover, a stranger. And this Sasha, Vasya, Nikita? - his victory and his defeat, all the boys would be equally happy: "rightly so, got it with his rudeness!" or "upheld the honor of the school in front of the newcomer from Komendani."
He kicked me in the shin with a forged boot. In a rage, counting the circling stars from my eyes, I remembered Marat and was glad that the blow did not fall higher.
Only a hematoma on the lower leg and the hospital saved me from bringing his parents to court. Their injured son was hardly recognizable for some time.
Hello, Military Medical Academy! A separate room, friends visit, among them are new classmates.
And every day this guy comes in a breech robe, supporting a catheter and a drainage bag with tubes from the abdomen. This is September 1988, for several months now our troops have been withdrawing from Afghanistan.
The boy looks out the window at the hospital yard, covered with a small snowball.
- Why, I wake up in the morning, go out from under the camouflage net to take a piss, then, you know, I stretch so sweetly: spring, the sun, the smell of herbs ... and a machine gun fire from the mountain. Eight bullets in the stomach, four through, four in me. In the Kandahar hospital they said: “Write a note, we will give it to your mother,” and I told them: “Take me to Leningrad! ! "
The doctors saved him. They opened the hematoma and was discharged three days later.
I don’t remember what his name was, a hero-internationalist.
He didn't even know such words, a village boy from Ukraine.
I never fought again.
- Lyoka, Lyoka, what happened, why are you crying?
- I want to go home!
- So let's go quickly, dinner is ready, and dad is waiting, and Artyushka!
Artyushka is my airedale.
I pick up toy rapiers and masks, my mother takes my hand, touching the scar on my hand hurts again.
But I’m not crying anymore.
Father looks at me through the window and smiles.
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