When my son was seven years old, and we were still going somewhere outside the city. They came to the gas station, bought ice cream and go, we enjoy: summer, heat, ice cream, wife, son, grace. My son opens the window and throws away the wrapper. The speed of the car was small. And I was able to navigate and park the car on the sidelines very quickly.

He left the car silently, opened the trunk, freed from the products one of the Auchana packages, took his son out of the car and asked to collect all the garbage from the sidelines. The son of pride; Even the wife tried to intercede. But the woman was sent to the car to listen to music, and to her son explained that until he has brought me a full package of garbage, we would not go further, and accordingly all “Nishtyachkov” we will no longer promised. The son at the beginning with tears, and then with some excitement in his eyes went to collect garbage. I took the second package and went side by side.

For half an hour, we cleared a small section of the road from traces of our people’s life and returned to the car. Then I explained to my son why he went to collect garbage: because Ukraine is his homeland and the Motherland must be loved. He spoke a lot, with examples, but so that he understood. And at the end of the son asked:

– Why did you go to collect with me? I missed something in your upbringing, and therefore had to make a punishment with you. The son would be 13 years old, he had two little sisters, and yesterday I was happy to see how he teaches them not to trash. Subcibs to my father – his life wisdom in our upbringing so much.