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You know, there are parents, who want to say "thank you" for their approach to raising children. Tell a story to make you understand what I mean.
Summer, heat, Crimea, Sevastopol. Long queue for the bus. If the Navy were, so vacationers have accumulated just Nemer in the queue.
And here before us is a pair: the father with the child. The boy looks about 9-10. And not cost him: sighs, turns, looks out of line... Tired in the heat.
In the end starts to whine:
— Paap, and they have there with kids can jump the queue pass.
— What are you, a baby?
The kid savvy:
— There are up to twelve years, but I dianati!
"Son," softly and gently the father said, — There is such a word — Conscience.
The boy suddenly turned serious. Nodded thoughtfully. And no more whining.