Now, having exchanged the third dozen, I recall this incident with a smile, and then, at seven, I was not amused.

The main event at the age of seven was of course the school. At the beginning of the eighties, the school was still ten years old and was taken in the first grade at seven years old, and not a year earlier, as it is now. The age of seven was officially considered kindergarten. Well, at seven, with the arrival at the school, everything was thoroughly changed. Attitudes of others, clothes ... No longer had to wear children's tights - at least boys. Not to mention the pot.

In general, I felt at the age of seven almost an adult. And hesitate, of course, began. For my mother, I sometimes made exceptions, but my older sister could not go into the bathroom when I was standing there in the shower. Although a year ago everything was completely different. In the kindergarten age I liked to swim in the presence of my sister, because she always came up with interesting games.

My sister Natasha was nine years older than me and accordingly studied in the ninth grade. The relationship between us at that time was rather strained. I even got the impression that I began to interfere with Natasha. She was constantly not sitting at home and of course did not like it when her mother asked her to stay with me. Natasha and her school girlfriends always had other plans that I, of course, did not include.

I do not remember how it all began that day. Natasha was unhappy with me since the morning and constantly nagged at something. In the evening, my sister's discontent intensified because she had to go to the school disco, and my mother, as luck would have it, was late at work. I wasn’t left me alone at the age of seven, so Natasha had to wait for mom. As for his father, he then worked on a rotational basis in the north and had not been home for several months. But in the garage in the spring were supposed to appear brand new "Lada".

Finally, my mother called home and said that she was leaving. Since it took about an hour to get home from her, my mother asked Natasha to warm up dinner for me. Natasha, although she managed to dress up in a disco, began to mess around at the stove. Warming up dinner, she called me to eat.

We sat at the table and I silently began to eat. Now it was better not to mess with Natasha. Having finished the porridge with sausages, I pulled a cup of tea to me and reached for a jar of currant jam on the edge of the table.

It would be better if that bank fell to the floor and broke. Instead, she fell into Natasha’s lap. I watched with horror as the red jam slowly flowed from the open cans onto Natasha's light beige shtoks.

Those who remember the beginning of the eighties, do not need to explain anything. One word “shtroksy” is enough. Well, the rest, who did not find this glorious time, I will explain that imported jeans from small velveteen, called shtroks, officially cost the engineer a monthly salary. Of course, officially and at the official price, the shtroks were almost impossible to buy, but my mother managed to find them somewhere — so much Natasha wanted them. My sister got mother about Shtroks almost half a year and in the end Mom gave them to her for her birthday.

Half a minute Natasha sat in shock.

- What have you done? - Sister asked me indignantly, when speechless returned to her, - Where am I going to the disco now?

I shrank from fright because Natashin did not foretell anything good.

“I am not on purpose,” I said, feeling that tears were coming to my eyes.

Natasha began to insult me ​​offensively. For several minutes I silently listened to her angry speech that she had nothing to go to the disco.

“I’m sick of your antics,” Natasha finished her speech, “Now I’ll drop my pants and stick my belt over my bare bottom.”

I thought that Natasha was scaring me, but she dragged me by the hand from the kitchen to the hall. Noticing that my sister unbuttons her belt as she goes, I finally believed in her threat.Distorted, I escaped and ran down the corridor. The first was the door to the toilet. I slid inside and locked the latch. The next second, Natasha began to break into the toilet.

- Now open it! - I heard her angry voice outside the door.

Natasha began to pull the door, but she did not give in.

“By the way, I was just going to the toilet,” said Natasha. “Come on, go out quickly!”

For several minutes, Natasha persuaded me to leave the toilet.

“Why is this naughty boy locked in the toilet right now?” - it came to me, - I can not stand it anymore.

Natasha turned off my light.

“Let him sit in the dark,” she said. “And when it comes out, I'll arrange it for him.”

I heard the front door slam. Judging by the ensuing silence, Natasha has gone somewhere.

Having waited a couple of minutes for fidelity, I was about to leave the toilet when I heard someone enter the apartment. Thinking that Natasha had returned, I began to listen cautiously to the sounds behind the door.

- Isn't there anyone at home? - I heard a surprised mother's voice, - Where are they all gone?

I breathed a sigh of relief. Now, when mother returned, Natasha could not do anything to me. I left the toilet and greeted my mom, trying not to show it that something had happened.

Five minutes later, Natasha returned to the apartment and immediately began to complain to me about her mother.

- Do not worry, we will wash your shtroksy, - smiled mom, - And now, of course, you will have to wear something else.

“That's not all,” Natasha did not let up, “Imagine, I locked myself in the toilet, and I was just going to go there.” I had to go to my neighbor and explain the situation. I was so ashamed to ask for her toilet.

“Poor,” my mother laughed.

Throwing me an angry look, Natasha imperceptibly for my mother showed me a fist.

“Now I’ll dress and go,” she said, “I just need to call Olka and say that I’m lingering.”

I went to my room. Starting homework, I half-listened to Natasha's telephone conversation with a friend. Of course, my sister complained to her too.

“Never mind, I will take revenge on him,” said Natasha before hanging up the phone, “I have already figured out how.”

A week passed and I completely forgot about the clash with my sister because of the overturned jar of jam. Natasha seemed to have forgotten everything too.

I sat and watched TV when the doorbell rang. Judging by the voices coming from the hallway, school friends came to my sister. Voice Natasha's classmate Oli I recognized immediately. But the second voice was completely unfamiliar, and most importantly, sounded much younger than Olin. I listened to the conversation in the hallway and soon realized that Olya had brought her cousin with her.

- So you, Ksyusha, study in our school? - asked Natasha, - I sort of saw you there.

- Yeah, in the same school - confirmed Olin's cousin, - In the sixth grade.

Natasha invited the girls to the hall. Automatically having greeted me, Olya and Ksyusha sat down on the sofa and began to chat with Natasha about something of their own. They did not pay me the slightest attention, as if I did not exist.

Having listened, I understood that the girls discuss Olin's nephew who was born six months ago.

- Probably so much trouble with wet diapers? - Natasha sighed.

“Now it has become easier,” answered Olya, “Sveta several times a day keeps Andryusha over a basin so that he can do his children's affairs there.

- How does she determine that it’s time for the baby to go small or big? - asked Natasha.

“Andryusha pokes usually always at the same time,” explained Olya, “Fifteen minutes after eating.” And to determine whether the child wants a little, ...