Jewish question

Once he stood in full height in front of a student of the 5th “A” class

I ran along the corridor, and Efimov pushed me in the back. I ran after Kriulkin. Efimov, fat, detained me, and Kriulkin rushed away. I wanted him to drink papers for the neck. Revenge. He betrayed me. I did not give me the transporter on the mother. Valya put me for this "two". In the magazine. I did not give her a diary. Of course, she did not believe that I forgot him, but I knew in advance that she would not believe, and hid him in trousers, laid it on the belt. She searched the briefcase, but he was not there. Okay, he says I will call your mother. You have either notebooks, then handles, then there is no transport. How else do you carry your head with you? And all because of Kriulkin. Kriulkin, bastard, I will remember you! I showed him a fist. He is to me too. And a little bell, he broke off and run, and I am behind him. I already have pieces of paper in a fist, put in, prepared. The girls were injected. We run along the corridors, the stairs, the hollows of the younger ones, run the elders. Three times around the school. Here are Efimov, fat, in the way. Go away, Zhirtrest, you see, pursue! But he did not leave. Well, so, he repeats the story, about the storm of Izmailovo. Excellent student, wise guy. I am a fist in his stomach, and he is in the back. I shout to him: "Jew!" - And further. And here our cool me for the scruff of the scruff of me - to crap! And he asks: “Say what the word“ Jew ”means?

- How what? I was scared, I see, he is not joking, hanging in his hand with a rag hare. And I don’t remember that we went through it. - I don't know!

- What are you scoring? And the collar twists into a fist. Angry.

- This is such a curse! We all call us so!

- Ah, they call on! - I see, he completely faded. - This is not a curse, but nationality! Like Russian, German, French. No worse! Who was Marx?

I look at him in all eyes and silent.

“I ask you who Marx was?” Einstein? Mandelstam who was?

I am silent.

- Babel? Mark Chagall? Heine?

I am silent again.

- Do you know? And you eat! Sverdlov Who was one of the creators of our state?

- Jew! - I guessed.

- Yes, Jew! And so that you do not dare to call on like that anymore! In every nationality there are smart and stupid, honest and vile! So call him with a boob, an idiot, as you want, there are few words! Do you understand?

I look at him and nod. Wow! I did not know that this was a nationality. I don’t know how I know this word. It often happens to me. I remember - but I don’t know that ... I really thought it was a curse, as a "shit."

In the evening I came home - I see, my mother is peaceful. So Valya did not call. Scares me. And I'm frightened. The folder is still not and no. The program “Time” sat down without it to watch, there again, Khykhozhni, Israel and the Bear White was born in the zoo. The mother is gloomy.

I went to bed, then I hear - the folder came, but the mother does not let him go home. That's right, we do not need such hockey. He is a drunk pendant like a bear. Last time, I ran after me with a cord, I wanted to hang it. He went and lay down in Daise, and in the morning he came again, he and his mother fought. Half a half -sewn.

At this time, as always, I did not want to get up to school, and my mother woke me up. I finally got up and wanted to go for a walk with the ball, but he does not go. I began to run after him. He is under the bed, I, too, he is from me around the room, I am behind him. He is on a chair, from there to the closet, I throw a ball into it to get off, but he does not get off. He began to bark at me. I climbed onto the cabinet on the wardrobe.

Mom with a folder in the kitchen grabbed. Mom took his hair and shouts: “Where is the money? Where are they, I ask you? " He breaks out: "Let go, bitch!" Halled up: "Suuuka." And it kicked her, apparently, good - a stool, I hear, fell, mother too. But then she jumped up and, not remembering herself, into battle: “You are a drunk! Money from the family to hide! Your Jewish face! Jew!" And I struggle with a ball on the closet. He is strong, for nothing that is small. He bit the boxer once. I drag him for the collar, he rests. Then the mother and the folder run up and took up me. It happens with them. He gave her money, and they made up. Mom shouts: "It's time for you to go to school for a long time, but you have not walked with the ball yet!" The folder roars: “I will throw your shavk! I am angry with you! Well, get off! - Not a tear! - Get off, you are a son of a bitch! ” He began to pull out a belt from his trousers and climbed into the closet, but fell, broke his knee and dances. "Oh you, I will pite you, only get down!" The ball with fear is trembling in my arms. Then the mother intervened, he sees, he really wants to beat me. "Come on!" - and pushed him out. He walked there, harassed, sat down at the table to drink tea - and fell asleep. I'm tears. Mom for me in my ear on my ear: "So that he knew how to not obey my father!" But I saved me from him. I brought the ball to pee - and to school.

He barely ripened to the first. And by the way, do not eat. He landed on the mother like hens in cabbage soup. Valya was bored again. I explained about the fractions, I did not understand anything. Picked the pieces of paper. Kriulkin showing a fist. Only a change - he is from me, I am behind him. I glue it down the stairs, with my hands, I fry with my feet. I am a master of running up the stairs. And stuck. Kriulkin noticed, raised his palm, slipped, and I was stuck. This is many at school in our school on the railing, they put traps. And, I hear, below the clatter and gogot - Kriulkin rejoices, bastard. I quickly wiped the slobbery palm on one first -grader and further behind him. I'm running better than him. My breathing is better. I can not breathe on the dispute for six minutes - I tried it on history, Fadeev spent time. He has a clock. And I will catch up with Kriulkina anyway sooner or later. And here again the cool right on me. And I, as I saw him, was upset at first - he will stop again! - And then I was delighted and shouted to him:

- Vladimir Sergeyevich, I realized that the “Jew” cannot be swearing! This is a nationality because! It turns out I have a Jew folder! Yes, yes, my folder turned out to be a Jew!

- Where did you get from? - He speaks doubtfully.

- And his mother called him in the morning in the morning a Jewish face!

“Well, well,” he says.

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