We have started a new, relatively quiet life: in the morning, we assigned her son to kindergarten at a time, while they themselves were engaged in its main business - Joan on the job, and I ran to the shop. In the evening we were taken Alyosha, he told us about his new life, and like him out there like that. About me seemed to have forgotten, and suddenly, like a bolt from the winter sky, I hear:
- Dad, you were asked to come tomorrow with tassels.
Early in the dark, dank morning, we arrived, gliding over bumps between construction ditches, before kindergarten, and I appeared before the headmistress.
- Here is a table, chair, paint, here's a glass wall - Draw something fun for them, the New Year. It is necessary to please the kids.
From the kitchen smelled of something forgotten, nasty: a children's meal. Kids, do not undress, took a morning walk, and I put a shaky stool on the table and set to work. Cleaning lady in a dressing gown brought a bucket of water and gouache. Having inspected the work front, I decided to get rid of a little blood - to depict the snowy forest, and here and there to draw primitive snowmen with carrot noses. Paint a good lie down on a clean glass. I mainly worked with whitewash, well, and, of course, Christmas trees were green. The case was moving quickly. The only problem - it does not fall from the stool in those moments when it was necessary to reach the ceiling, or bend over to dip the brush into the bucket. It was pretty cool, especially the head, because I fear bald shaved her bald: no hair compensated for a small goatee.
By the time all led with a walk, work was almost finished. Kids, make a din, stood at the foot of my building, completely filling the entire zalchik, the teacher was off somewhere. I looked down at the rave, red from the cold faces and saw that the children approve of my work. Among the children was my son: he was evidently proud of his father. The room was filled with noise, laughter, children screaming, and suddenly, through all this hubbub and the shriek shrill voice, which are able to scream only children, a child screamed:
- WE LENIN!
I nearly lost his balance and fell straight into the crowd enthusiastically yelled.
- WE LENIN! LENIN! LENIN! LENIN! LENIN! - It started from all angles. Apparently, they are reminded of the famous story of how he arrived to the children of any tree, and I do not know what to do. I did not know how to explain that I was not Lenin. I was afraid of falling off the stool directly into a crowd of noisy children, I have analyzed the laughter, and I do not understand how can I stop bryznuvshie from all the tears of this case. Through tears, I saw my son, pushing elbows comrades, all red and disheveled strolls to the door, none of the children did not pay attention to him. All eyes were on me. After all, no one could come to my mind that Lenin could be the father of one of their comrades. Only two people knew the truth - my son and I just proud of his father, and now participates in this great deception ... Fortunately, all of a sudden there was silence - who is sensible of the children shouted:
- After Lenin died ...
The silence did not last long, some victims of the mighty Soviet propaganda and agitation, cried with joy incredible power:
- Lenin ozhivel!
Enthusiasm increased a thousandfold.
I do not remember what it was over, but I know - it was all probably all the children who were at that moment there is still always remember this episode.
My Alex does not like to remember this incident, which occurred in a kindergarten on the street. Omsk in the mid-60s of the XX century, and I understand it.