Alexey Morozov

September, the creaking of school floorboards and the rustling of leaves outside the window.

School routine. Maxim, a boy of about 7, behaves defiantly. He doesn't listen, he pulls the girls at the front desks by their pigtails.

Vera Yeletskaya looked askance at the boy, slammed the book down, stood up and, crossing her arms over her chest, said: "Maxim, I'm calling your father. Or rather, summoning him. Now march to the principal!" turned to the board and wrote down the topic.

Alexei, having learned about his son’s actions and the bell, actually showed up at school… His son got a lot from him, but it doesn't matter now. His son behaved the same way he did as a child.