"Do not be offended, motherfucker"

Many years ago we made friends with Nadezhda. Almost the same age, she is a little older. I worked in the Komsomol, she was secretary of the party committee and studied in absentia. Both families could not be saved, but each had a son.

And besides, we were young, looking at ourselves, looking to the future with optimism. We worked, the children grew. Son of Hope Andrey was growing up as a rather capricious boy. Maybe because the mother often came home late, constantly on business trips?

When Andrei was about five or six years old and he was dissatisfied with something, my friend comforted him: - Come on, do not be angry, Mama is a fool, what to take from her? I did not like it, and I told Nadezhda about it, but such conversations in their family continued. Auknulos in many years, when, having got into a traffic accident, he lay almost immovable, drank vodka and smoked, and his mother cleaned up after him.

Call her, he gets angry: what kind of talks is this? All attention is to him. But I ran ahead. Hope climbed up the career ladder. At the same time, the salary also grew. Andrei somehow began to treat his mother as a consumer.

Became increasingly demanding. We, the parents, do not have tea in children, are ready for anything, if only the child does not cry. Andrew received higher education, then the mother changed her two-room apartment for a one-room for Andrew in Tomsk and the same for himself in the suburbs.

Andrew married, Alyosha was born, but the family disintegrated. Knowledgeable people said that Andrew was addicted to drinking. Years passed, but he and the work did not work, and then completely maimed, went off for several years. Mother went for an invalid and gradually undermined her health.

Andrew landed in the hospice, where he was treated, and it turned out that there was no need to lie, he began to walk and serve himself. But the mother was already sick and soon died. What kind of people are we? So we spoil our children, which, I think, only spoil them.

And they believe that we were born to feed them. No wonder there is a joke: what kind of parents, if the children did not keep up to retirement? I have one friend, she also has a son. As usual, in a family where there is a stepfather, a stepson, if they do not offend him, they try not to keep houses at home. If you want to go to school, please.

And now a young man at the age of fifteen, still not very well versed in what is good, and what is bad, is traveling to the far end of the world from the house to comprehend science. Near the same youngsters, one offered to drink, another - to prick, the third - to go to the girls who will feed, if you do not deceive their expectations. Why not try it?

I only once ... And then again and again ... And here is the school behind, and drunkenness, drugs with it. It's easy to start, it's difficult to refuse. The family collapsed, the son was not needed. There was not another fifty, just as he had died. And there is nobody to mourn. My neighbor also has a son. My mother earned well, but my husband liked to drink.

His wife tried to stop him, poured herself more, so that he was less left, but retracted. Now she could not do without alcohol: every cell asked. Divorced. To be more with her son, she took him to her friends, who also liked to drink. The boy understood that this is normal, it should be so. Now to it the fourth ten. Mother did not become.

He does not always work anywhere, he is interrupted by accidental earnings. No family, no children, no apartment. Everything replaced the computer, which plays almost round the clock. Previously, they said about such people: an extra person. How many of them, such? And what about the parents? Where can I get time for a child, if both work? What can the country achieve if there are many such superfluous ones?

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