I helped to the own harm

I heard this history which strongly ulybnut me from one friend. Further I give history from his face.

"At that time to me was years five-six. Precisely I remember one that I at that time didn't go to school. In kindergarten there was a quarantine and I stayed at home with the grandmother. It was a little boring for me, there was a wish to meet somewhat quicker friends from a garden. The grandmother watched some transmission about health. She asked not to disturb me for the period of her. I obediently, trying not to rustle I played machines when called a door. Times were not these, quiet yet. The grandmother, asked me to learn who there, without wishing to come off viewing.

Calling there was a collector of waste paper. In those days such visits were frequent. I let in it. The grandmother, having learned who she it, without rising from a chair, gave me valuable instructions. But, as always, I didn't listen to the end of them.

Having seated the getter of waste paper in a hall on a chair, I dragged a pile of newspapers from the storeroom. But it seemed to me it insufficiently. And I took still at the same time and those which lay separately on a coffee table to which the grandmother sat, as ill luck would have it a back. Their missions were unknown to me, I during that time didn't go to school and wasn't able to read.

I by all means wanted to grow up quicker big and to go to school too to collect waste paper. The grandmother sat having stared in the screen of the TV and didn't pay any attention to me. The boy, having received a treasured thick pile of newspapers, having quickly told "Thanks" and "Good-bye" left back home.

The granny praised me for independence. And in the evening I was already abused by the father, the inveterate bibliophile and the honourable reader of library. He long looked for newspapers on a coffee table until I admitted that I gave them to the pioneer. Newspapers by unhappy accident were from library and the father as he stood well distances on their big protection home from the reading room. He even didn't manage to read them up to the end. It was necessary to redden to the father because of me in library, to compensate by brand new books from our home library and cake the librarian so to make my amends. But he didn't cut me, and just stood in the corner as the intelligent person and long lectured.

But it was the first and last time in life when I helped to collect waste paper."