The child is not completely weaned from the gutter, loves food, and loves not because there is prunes and raisins, but because there's always something is done when the rooms not done anything, loves the kitchen, because there interesting tale-after all, in addition to stories, he hears there is also the story of real life, Yes, and something will tell, and interested to hear, because in the kitchen he is a man, not a lapdog on a satin pillow. - Fairy tale to you? Okay. So what I wanted to tell? Well, that's how it was... Now. Let's just remember where it all began. Before you started your tale, the child has time to get comfortable, to fix clothes, clear his throat, get ready for a long trial. So, she goes through the woods. And there's pitch black I can't see anything: no trees, no animals, no rocks. Darkness, pitch dark. And so she afraid, so afraid. Crossed himself again, the fear subsided a little, crossed another and went on. I tried to tell you is not easy. We have no patience, we in a hurry, we do not respect neither the tales nor the listener. The child falls behind the pace of the story. Maybe if we talk about the fabric that is made from flax, the child wouldn't think that shirts grow on trees, and the land sown ash... The story about the case: I get up in the morning and I'm seeing double. Look at the fireplace - two the fireplace, on a table-two tables. You know. that one and see two. TRU eye is not helps. And in my head something knocks. The child is waiting for a solution, and when finally pronounced an unfamiliar word "fever", it is already prepared to accept an unknown expression. - The doctor says the fever... Pause. The narrator is resting, resting and listener. - Well, then, as I got sick with this fever... And the story flows on. A simple story about how in a village there lived a farmer, who no the dogs were not afraid, as he was fighting bet the dog, mean as a wolf, took his arms and carried her like a chick, turns into the epic. And as for the wedding one woman changed, and no one recognized him... And as the farmer of the stolen horse looking for... Maybe if we were more sensitive, on stage there would be a storyteller in sermyaga, would have taught us how to talk to kids so they listen. Yes, we need to be sensitive, but we prefer the ban.
The period of maturation. Like all the previous ones were not gradual maturation, sometimes slower, sometimes faster. Take a look at curve of weight - and you will see tired, awkward, lazy, sleepy melancholic, mid-tones, pallor, drowsiness, apathy, moodiness, indecision characteristic features of this age, let's call it the age "big imbalance" to distinguish from the earlier periods of life. Growth is work, hard work of the organism, and the conditions of life are not sacrificed her single hour of study, a single working day at the factory. How often this the process occurs in a state close to illness, because premature, because too unprepared, because deviations from the norm. First menstruation for girls is a tragedy, as it already has been taught to fear the sight of blood. The development of Breasts confuses her, because she was taught to be ashamed of her sex and Breasts unmasks her, everyone will see her as a girl. The boy who physiologically is going through the same thing, mentally responds differently. He is looking forward to the first signs of a moustache because he is impressed, lots of promises, and if he is ashamed of breaking voice and chapped hands, it means that he's just not ready, that he need to wait a bit. Have you ever noticed how jealousy and hostility are poor girls to boys privileges? Before, when her chastised, she felt a shadow of guilt, and then - is it really her fault, that's not a boy? Before girls begin to be transformed and flaunt his only privilege. - I'm almost an adult, and you're still a jerk. After three years I can to get married, and you're still plugging away on the book. Dear companion of yesterday's games responds a dismissive grin: - Get married? Will think about it. I'm not marrying her and will take. It Matures early for love, he for the affair; it is for marriage, it is for the brothel, it is to be a mother, it is for mating: "like the flies, says Kuprin, who grappled for a moment on the window frame, and then with sheepish amazement scratched himself on the neck legs and shattered forever." Artificial long-standing dislike of the two sexes acquires now a new color, so after some time again will change appearance when she slipping away, and he's after her to eventually strengthen in hostile towards the wife, which for him the burden, it deprives it the privilege of purchasing them myself.
This, each family decides for itself on its own. But the overall objectives should be, we set for ourselves, by organizing family and financial life attaching to her children. It is a complex task, not only to give the skill of rational management of the household. Not downplaying the importance of this task, I still think that it is not the most important. Education sensitivity, the willingness to give rather than to come when it comes about the gratification, the ability to consider the interests of friends and to align their needs with the financial means of the family - here, our opinion, main objectives. And the realization that satisfaction spiritual needs in the family budget rightfully occupies a worthy place. In achieving all these goals is the surest means to be good parent an example of a reasonable (by no means blind and limitless) concessions, an example of a state of mind combined with good judgment.