Yesterday I was at the grave in zatsepera... What a stupid word - "zatseper". It is the same stupid and pointless, as what is done teenagers that are so called. Riding on the roof wagons selfie among the high-voltage wires and... then you know.
Yesterday it was exactly six months since the tragedy. A month before his death, he was 16 and he was a friend of my 16-year-old daughter ...
Teenagers fooling around, doing stupid Self, standing on the roof of the carriages, and everyone was sure that something bad and terrible can happen out there, far away, but certainly not here and not now.
Everything turned out all wrong. Creepy cotton, flash, sound of falling bodies and the scream of those who saw it all.
One boy, doctors were able to pull out from the other world, the other two were not so lucky... They were quite a few years ...
Have you ever noticed that the graves of people behave differently? If, after the funeral, many years passed and the pain let go, people even joke and smile, thinking some bright moments. If the wound is still fresh and bleeding, people crying and looking at the sky, asking: "Why?".
I peered into the faces of his friends, who were standing at the grave, huddled together in a flock, and saw a frightened child. This is not the teens who six months ago, could throw into the face of her parents: "I'm already 16! I was an adult, you do not understand! ". No, it's here were far from adults, just kids. Children who have seen death and who have suddenly realized that she is not only a movie, and in the news talk about the very real people and real tragedies.
Will the now their life? Who knows... But she probably will never be a carefree, as it was before. Although I'm not sure. Man - a being stubborn, and sometimes he does not even want to learn from their mistakes, not to mention the fact, to learn from others.
In adolescents, everything goes in waves: the fashion for long bangs covering pollitsa, the fashion for "rolled up" fashion selfie, made on the roof of high-rise buildings, fashion selfie their feet they make sitting in the open window, at least the 15th floor. Now here I started another fashion... Fashion to die on the cars. Cynically? Far from it. Rather scary.
When in the evening after work we see on the TV news and see the story that once a teenager burned or, God forbid, killed, because of great intelligence reached on a freight train, such information is perceived as some kind of background the overall flow of news and nothing more. But when this is the freight train from the same great mind has got quite a real boy, whom you know, who is friends with your children, and when at the grave next to you there is blackened with grief mother, that's another history.
I'm not going to teach parents how to educate adult children, and certainly will not talk platitudes of a series of "need to know what your children." I know from experience how hard it is with young people and how sometimes in frustration discouraged.
We can not all my life to keep our children by the hand, turning across the road. But while it may not keep the expandable fingers. As time passes, they grow up and understand everything. Even if they never tell you "thank you", you still understand why you held and tried to control. I believe that it will.
And now, while they at 16-17 years, and in their heads have all but self-preservation instinct, his teeth and hold his last legs, it was just to keep one hand, and tomorrow ...
