From the author: Counseling of child-parent relationships Low start Today is September 1st. Day of Knowledge. When I went to school, 1st grade, it was a significant day for me. Very exciting and solemn. I remember how in the morning I put on a new dark blue uniform. Remember? Trousers and jacket with an emblem on the sleeve. The trousers were “adult”, with a fly. Not what small fry wear in kindergarten - pants with an elastic band. No. These were real dark blue trousers with arrows so sharp that you could probably even cut yourself on them. The only problem was that the fly was buttoned. Back then, back in 1978, zippers were a rarity. So the fly was buttoned. And the first-grader had to sweat pretty hard to unbutton all these tight buttons in the toilet and then, having done the job, fasten them again, with a serious grimace on his face (it was a mixture of despair: “what if I can’t button all these “adult” buttons on my fly “How will I show up in class?” A mixture of despair and importance: “look, now I’m an adult, a first-grader, and my trousers are like my dad’s!”) My first day at school was remembered by the aroma of gladioli, asters and peonies, which first-graders accidentally poked at. into each other, standing on a line, the taste of sandwiches with sausage and butter with jam, which we busily laid out on our desks during breaks and exchanged with each other. For some reason the dining room was not working. And the first days of school we devoured everything that we brought from home: sandwiches with sausage and cheese, cookies, cheesecakes and gingerbreads, toffee caramels, small buns for three kopecks and of course apples - large and small, yellow and red, green and wormy. . We ate all this during recess, and sometimes threw apple cores at the girls, we needed a reason to somehow get to know them! My friend Nail, with whom we traveled from home to school and back and spent all the remaining time together, was the coolest, firstly because he had an older brother and he had a motorcycle, and secondly, because Apples grew in Nail’s garden - small, yellow and very sweet. And these apples could be exchanged for. So Nail got new soldiers, “cowboys” and Indians, long copper tubes from the DMC factory through which he could spit rowan and much more. September 1 was a holiday for us, like every day when you are 6-7 years old, because something new entered your life. And you didn’t know what it was, but simply accepted with interest everything that your first teacher Margarita Mikhailovna told you - examples, poems, applications, drawing. And after school, after these two or three lessons, we ran for a walk. We played Marshall, cleared the rubble of the old building to find a teapot lid, a bell and even a skull. For some reason, the first days of studying in the first grade were remembered not for lessons, but for hanging out after school. There was a military unit next to our school, and through a hole in the fence we made our way to a military farm, where we raised pigs and, with the permission of the soldiers, rode pigs. Only now I can understand that we probably could have smelled something after that. But we didn't think about it then. We left the military unit with pockets full of shell casings and sometimes even with real cartridges for PM, and we also brought capsules from there, which we then blew up with a terrible roar behind the school yard with a nail and a hammer. September 1 in first grade is the beginning of adult life, when a whole world opens up to you, illuminated by the autumn colors of multi-colored trees, with the aroma of smoke from burning autumn leaves, a whole world of knowledge and adventure, this is the starting point when there are no problems yet and everything is fine. And only then will you learn that there are victories and disappointments, love and betrayal, ambitions and the search for money. But these are already “adult” things! And that will happen later, but for now it’s September 1 and a low start into a bright, joyful and vibrant life. V. ChukhrovSeptember 1, 2016Crimea