Сегодня в Мире - 13-Удаленный доступ 2
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It was a summer morning, and dad was going to work. And I sat next to the stool, watched the sun appeared from behind the roof of the neighboring house, how the old tully curtain swaying, and how dad is going to work.

Dad takes a half-liter jar and puts it on the table. Then he opens the refrigerator and takes out the “pressure cooker” with soup or soup. It takes a ladle, scoops up the contents of the pan, and shifts into a jar. Then again. Closes the jar with a shabby plastic lid and puts it in a bag. From the rattling aluminum bread, it takes out bread and cuts off two thick pieces. Then he takes the old “Soviet sport” and tears half the page. Wraps bread into it and puts in a bag. From the remaining half of the page, it takes off another half, takes out a sugar bowl, takes a teaspoon and pours two tablespoons of sugar on a newspaper; Without fully wrapping sugar, it pours half a spoon of tea and then finally and tightly wraps the heap and puts it in a bag.

Then there were variations. There could still be a boiled egg, or a fresh cucumber, or a tomato, or potatoes. I already knew that dad would warm up soup at work - he has a bowl there. And he also has a spoon there. He will boil tea and brew in a glass. He will eat potatoes or tomato.
I was very envious of him. I imagined how he takes everything out of the bag with the same neat, ritual movements, unfolds, laid out. All this seemed unimaginably beautiful to me ...

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It is interesting that in childhood, perhaps because of a small growth, all objects in the surrounding world seemed much closer and were studied much more attentive. Cracks in the asphalt, grass, plantain, curve curve, ants, candy wrapper, fireflower beetle, worm, green fragment of glass. Well, which of the adults are looking at this? But because of all the coins, and sometimes we found paper money that we watched carefully. Adults do not look so carefully. They learned to walk without looking at their feet at all. For them there is nothing interesting there. This is the world of childhood. And the cracks on the asphalt, and the grass, and the curve of the curb, and small coins, and large bills belong to children.

And we children were happy in this world. True, they have not yet known this yet, because happiness pass only in the eighth grade, it seems. And we strove into the world of adults, because we believed that everything was much more interesting there. There are answers to questions, there is a difficult job, there is its own, no longer found underfoot, but earned money. There, absolute freedom and absolute happiness lurked for us, about which everything is already known after the eighth grade ...