From the author: Real story Essay Evening concert. I’m returning home after a hard day.. It’s late... The personal shows go until late in the evening. The child is in his repertoire, at the computer. The housework assignments I gave yesterday have not been completed. I'm angry. “I promise,” says the Son. “I’ll do everything before bed.” “It will also be great if you wash the dishes at the same time.” Then there was bidding on the topic: “I’ll do the dishes for you, and you take me to school tomorrow.” Okay, it's a deal. With relief, I go into the bath and drink some water. I’m going to bed, setting the alarm for 5.45, and then the Son appears at the door with the words: “Okay, that’s it, I turned off the computer and am going to wash the dishes.” But you will have to listen to the concert! Then he puts on headphones and after a couple of seconds he hears from the kitchen:... I’m a little horse and my life is not sweet... It’s hard for me to carry my burden. The day will come and I’ll leave it...... Oops!... I did it againI played with your heart, got lost in the gameOh baby, babyOops!...You think I"m in loveThat I"m sent from aboveI"m not that innocent...U-te-kay...In the gateway a maniac is waiting for us...he wants to put us on a hook...The beauties have lost their charms......There is no fear, no Fear, I walk on water, not on ice......I'm tired, I want love, so that forever, and you soar sex... I'm tired, I'm going to the bottom, watching silent movies about love... etc. And this is me... I write excerpts here, and my son performs the entire songs... Can you imagine what kind of concert I'm having... And his voice is so deep , low... And the main thing is that he himself is in awe of his singing! To top it all off, something else in his kitchen flew off the shelf... A crash, to the sound of his viola... In general, this is what I want to say: The dishes have been washed, The task is completed, but now I can’t sleep. Apparently, tomorrow I’m not destined to wake up for 6 a.m. practice…