Mom tore me away from the entrance door for tightly braided braids.
I, in an elegant, needlessly ironed dress, stubbornly held on to the middle of the door, squeaked and secretly rejoiced that there was no glass in it.
So I remember the first days of my acquaintance with kindergarten at the age of six.
What happened? I, a calm and obedient child, came face to face with the rules and daily routine, which until now were unfamiliar to me.
I did not want to sleep at a quiet hour at all.
What a stupidity to sleep when the sun is shining, because you can miss all the fun!
Walking for only an hour or less — this revolted me and I resisted. How so? I’ll take a walk and go myself. What am I small? Where do I remember the door? And why was it necessary to drag me by the hand and scratch me?
Hot five meals a day is generally torture. Why eat when I’m not hungry yet? And drink that nasty milk tea?
Peers around seemed to me harmful and boastful.
Ilyusha did not read at all what was written in the book, he invented it himself, I know that I can read for real.
Yulia broke her pencils and complained about me, but it’s okay, her dad probably doesn’t know how to sharpen mine — with a big sharp knife and answering all my questions at the same time.
During the games, the teacher often called me to her and talked to me about something, I liked her (this other one, not the one who scratched me).
I liked it until Yulia said that, in fact, this was a “punishment” place — next to the teacher.
It seemed to me that it was dishonest — to punish «for no reason.»
There was still something that made me happy, and what I was proud of! Soon to school!
I went to the hall for rehearsals with pleasure, memorized poems with ease and danced diligently, it seemed to me that thanks to these efforts, the “school” would come sooner.
“It’s good at school,” I thought, “you don’t need to sleep there, but I can count and read.”
Oh, how much I don’t know yet!
Ahead of a new era, and a new story!