Story #8

Eightht story (continuation seventh story)

Last time I told you about my sin - stealing. Until I was child everything was fine, but in adolescence this sin is repeated. It was not my desire, it was a way to express myself in a social group. If you can do it, then I can do it too. There were small things - usually cans of energy drinks, once smoked cheese. We were buying something or just walking in the hypermarket, and my friend or I would put one or two cans in our jacket pocket. I had a denim jacket with two large inside pocket. I could put up to 4 cans of energy drinks in these pockets. There were a lot of camera in  this hypermarket, but one place, near the refrigerator was in a blind spot. We used this for hide the cans. After that we would go to the playground and eat or drink our catch. It repeated few times.

It seemed like it was the same supermarket as when I was a child. We were walking, took something to еру cart, something in our pockets. At some point I felt something. I  became wary.

- I think we need to put everything back in place- I said this to my friend
- Why?
- I don't know, I feel lke something is wrong
- OK

We put the stolen items on the shelf and went to the checkout. At this moment a security guard comes up to me:

- Where are the cans?
- What are the cans?
- I saw you put some cans in the cart. Where are the cans?
- I put them back
- Show me

I showed him the shelf

- But these cans shouldn't be here. Why did you put them here?
- I decided that don't need them
- And you dropped them here???
- Yes
- Now leave your cart here and go. And I never want see your partner or you again.

He hadn't proof so he had to let us go. After that I never stole again.

Story #7

 Seventh story (shame)

Today I want to tell you about my sins. It maybe seems not matter, but everytime when I remember  it I  feel ashemed. 

I don't remember how old I was when it happened, I think it was in the second or third grade of school. There was a supermarket  10 minute from our home. A woman from the neighboring apartment worked there. They sold groceries, household goods and toys. I liked one toy - a plastic gun, I passed by the shelf several times, I really wanted it, but my parents couldn't buy it for me.... And then one day I decided to steal it... I thought it would be easy... I went to the supermarket, walked between the shelves and put the toy in my pocket. As I was leaving, a securitz guard stopped me. He took me to the service room.

- Did you know, there are cameras there?
- No
- Do you think I saw what you did?
- Yes
- What did you do?
- I stole a toy
- So what should I do with you now? Call the police, right?
- No, please, don't call the police!
- Where do you live?
- I live at number 20 Turku street, apartment 20

It was a lie, because I lived in apartment numbered higher than 70 Turku street, building 24.

- Give me your phone number, I want to talk with your parents. Do you know your home phone number?

- Yes, I know, 7825868

It was a lie, again

He dialed the phone number, it rang....  Nobody answered...

- I'll have to keep you here, until I get through to your parents!
- Please, let me go, I promise, I won't do it again!

We waited 10 or 15 minutes and he brought me out

- If I see you again, I'll call the police!

So, I went home... That day I was afreid that the neibhor would tell my parents about it. But this didn't happen. And at next day too. A week has passed. We rarely went to this supermarket, but sometimes it happend. The next time we went to that supermarket, I was very afraid that this man would stop me, call the police and tell my parents everything. But it doesn't happend. Every time we went to that supermarket I was afraid of this...

Story #6

Sixth story

We lived in an apartment building. For me, it was a large building: six entrances, nine floors, four apartment on each floor, a total of 288 apartments. In general, in childhood everything around us seems bigger than in actually is. The other day I looked at a map and I saw that my route to school, which seemed very long and difficult to me, was actually very simple and short. But in childhood it wasn't just a route, it was an adventure. Every day we looked forward to something new and exciting. For example:

September 1st. Have you noticed how cold it has gotten outside? Yesterday it was warm and sunny, but now it's not.  There is a slight chill around. Every time this day is short, and you return home happy and early. You don't have to do anything, just come to school tomorrow. And tomorrow you will come to school, and this day will be filled with the remnants of yesterday's happiness.

The corridor silence. Have you noticed, that the silence in the school corridor varies and depend on various factors? Listen it or try to remember how you felt when you leave the classroom to go to the toilet. Or when you come very early and not all the lights in the corridor are on. Or when all classes are over. These are all different silences and noises, and each of them has its own charm.

The First snow. That feeling when you wake up and see only whiteness outside window. You step  outside, and take a deep breath of the frosty air. It doesn't burn your throat, but rather leaves a plesant sensation. Everthing around is white and amazing. The snow crunches plesantly under your  boots. If you leave early, you will become a pioneer, and even if you leave late you will find a place where no one has ever been before.

The First Ice. Now, even as an adult, I can become a child if I see ice under snow. Who among you  remembers that feeling when you get a running start and push off to fly across the ice. And it doesn't matter if you fall, because you were flying and at that moment nothing exists for you.

Piece of poetry. Sometimes You have to learn a piece of poetry, it is not interesting in most cases. But there is a little worry that you think about when you go at school. Maybe you haven't learned it, or on the contrary, you are joyful, because you really want to recite this poem. While you are walking, you may not notice everything around you or everything will appear bright.

Explosion of foliage. The winter greets us with whiteness, but the fall and the spring can also delight us. The fall colors are varied and bright, you can make a bouquet or wreath of maple leaves. In spring, you suddenly see the tree crown turn green. You remember that just yesterday they were gray and empty, but today they are a riot of green.

Titmouse. I growed up in St.Petersburg. It's in the north, but not as far as the polar bear. In my  memmory titmouse's song began in the spring. You are sitting and doing a test in class, there is silence all around and unexpectedly you hear a loud and bright song. Only in this year I know that it is titmouse. This song is like a trigger telling us that summer holidays are comming soon.

Story #5

Fifth story.

 Today I want to tell you more story from my childhood.

As a child I went to the store to buy bread and was proud of myself, because I could calculate the total cost of the purchase and the change. The stall stood not far from our apartment building. At first it was a middle box with an entrance. Inside was separated section with its own walls and window, where they sold baked goods. The rest of the box sold vegetables and fruits. Then it was a small box divided into two halves: the left one for bread and buns, and the right on for fruit and vegetables. Each half had its own window for costumers. Someone would move a few meters or a few tens of meters along street. A little later the small box was replaced by a clunky old van. Since then, they sold only bakery products. The woman called Larisa worked there. She was always glad to see me. Now this stall does not exist.

 It seemed to me then that the bread was tastier than it is now. I liked to eat rye bread with butter and salt, or pieces of bread fried in a pan until crispy. Sometimes I ate white bread with sugar, for this sandwich I took a lot of sugar. Ow, You have to try this - fresh rye bread with strong, hot and sweet black tea, especially in the fall, when it rains and the leafs are fiery red. 

There was also a government building not far from our house with a store on the first floor. We rarely went  there, but I remeber that there was a stuffed owl hanging on the wall, I liked it. There we were buying frozen foods and sometimes ice cream. 

Remember how I said we had dogs and cat? Sometimes I had eat their dry food - "Chappi" for dogs and "Whiskas" for cats, especialy pillows with meat. No, we had enough food for people, too, but thought it was really tasty. Dry paste is also tasty under certain conditions.

Story #4

 Fourth story

Hi. Today I start with this word - Hi. We will tell about my first grade. It was a closed school, our parents brought us on Monday and picked us up on Friday. I remember some moment of that time:

There was a pottery workshop. I only remember plesant feelings from this room, it was warm and fluffy.

Every week, maybe on Friday evenings, there would be movies shown in the school concert hall for the good students. Once we watched Jurassic Park.

Another time we went to the school cafeteria and run on tables in the dark.

One day I went down and hid in the basement. I was scared, I saw a light in the distance.

At all, a fear of heights is one of my fears, but I don't know why I climbed onto a basketball hoop and hung there. I hung and screamed that I couldn't jump and I was scared. Soon the teacher came and helped me.

Once, when we were going home, we found 50 rubles, it was great, because our parrents bought us jam and we ate bread with jam.

There was a boys' wing on the floor, and a girls' wing on the other. Both wings were were loked at night. Once, ran away and hid under a bed in the girls' dormitory. I don't remember exactly, but I think that I spent the whole night there.

I was the most serious injury of my life at this school. I was running after a boy and crashed into a door frame on a turn.There was a lot of blood, I cried,  but I didn't fell any pain. The teacher called an ambulance and we went to the hospital. I remebered a bagel. I don't remember how many days I spent in the hospital, but at least two. I played caps in the hospital with my roommates. My roommate told me that a nurse came and gave me injection while I slept. It was lie. After my parent came and took me to home. Before that, I hid my winning caps behind behind the toilet. Nine years later, I was interning as a male nurse at this hospital. I tried to remmber which ward I'd spent a few days in as a child, but I couldn't, because they were all the same.

It was at this time I saw the full beauty of motherhood. But one case, during this internship, began to make me doubt, that my path, in this life, was connected with medicine. It was just an injection into a little boy's muscle, I hit in an infiltrate, it isn't dangerous, but I felt how the syringe heedle crunch into muscle and I thought that I hit in the bone. This feeling haunted me for a long time.