Yevgeny Leonov's letter to his son

• Yevgeny Leonov Letter son

"Andrew, do you love me as I love you. You know, this is what the riches of - love. However, some believe that my love some not so and from there, they say, only harm. And maybe, in fact, my love has prevented you from being an exemplary pupil? After all, I never did not flog you for all nine school years.

Remember when you pull a face at the board, the class laughed, and then the teacher scolded me for a long time. View I was thrice guilty, as if I'm standing in the corner, and she scolds me as a boy. I'm ready for any humiliation, but it all is not enough: "It disrupted a lesson ... - because we do not fully forty-five minutes .. - because he knows nothing and does not give others learn ... - because you have it from school pick up ... - because words do not act on it ... "

Propotel shirt, jacket and loafers, and she was not appeased. Well, I think today will give a slap, all! With these thoughts I cross the schoolyard, and go out on the Komsomol prospectus. Excitement can not take any taxi or a bus, or go by foot ...

Woman drags a heavy bag, a child is crying, seeing me, smiling, with his back can hear the mother says, "That's Winnie the Pooh laughs at you ..." A stranger greets me ... The autumn wind blows me. I went over to the house with a feeling that he had taken the blow, and it is fine. I went into the house, completely forgetting about the slap, and see you, I ask: "What are you building faces that everybody liked, Show me." And we're laughing. And so on until the next call. The mother did not go to school. And I lie and think, even if the night was summoned to shoot in another city or rehearsal would not let go ... But Wanda morning crying, and I cancel the flight, time off from rehearsals, I run to school to take a stand in the corner.

What are the only detail worthy of our experiences ...

Why I am writing this letter to correct something wrong, and look, perhaps, ridiculous and absurd, like some of my characters. But that's me! In fact, darling, there's nothing easier to live anxiety a father's heart.

When I'm alone, away from home, yearning, I remember every word you say and every question, I want to talk to you endlessly, it seems, life is not enough to talk about everything. But you know that the most important thing I realized after the death of his mother, our grandmother. Oh, Andrew, is there a man in your life to whom you are not afraid to be a little, silly, unarmed, in all the nakedness of his revelation? This person is your protection.

And I'll be home soon.