- My son is a poor Indian, - said the leader of a big shot.- Call him here!His wife leaned out of the lodge:
- Shame Families!- She cried.- Go home, family shame!Your father will talk to you.
She drew back the curtain and ran the lodge from the street their son.He was disheveled and grubby, in one hand he held a toy spear in the other - a toy scalp.
- We are with the boys play!- He rattled the door.- Dad, can we finish the first? .. We have in the midst of a battle to the white man, we almost won ...
- Hao!- Imperiously exclaimed leader of a big shot, holding up his hand.- Shut up, son, and come to me.
Shame Families stopped and bowed his head.When he passed by the hearth, his mother whispered:
- Again deuce shlopotal?Now my father will kick your ears for you!I told you: loans evening lessons!
- Shut up and you're the mother of my son!- Said the chief.- I will speak.The mother turned to the boiler, gurgling over the fire, and the leader's son looked long and hard look.
- Tell me, son, - he began slowly - what is it?
He was holding a rope with lots of knots tied in it.
- Do you recognize?
Shame Families silent, picking dirt floor wigwam big toe.
- Well, then I'll tell you, - said the big shots.- It's your diary written nodular letter.
Shame Families noisy sniff snot.He was well aware that over the rope in the hands of his father.
- And what do I see?- Continued the leader.- Dictation on the Indian language - two.Shooting a gun - again deuce!
He paused, staring at her son, trying to discover in it the signs of remorse.
- And this is my son!- He said.- The son of the leader of the tribe!Such a shame!
The red Shame Families flushed so that he looked like a boiled beets.
- Okay dictation - said the chief.- I can understand, spelling nodular letter is not given to everyone.But here it is: "Scalping paleface - three and a minus"!Scalping paleface!Son, you know that at your age, I was the best in class for scalping? ..
Shame Families sadly nodded, his eyes on the toes.
big shot ran his fingers along the rope.
- «spit and chatting in class tomahawk throwing," - he read.
- It's liver Pollock!- Mumbled Shame Families.- He started it.He reached for me, and the teacher said, "You Werth Shame Families Give your blog here!»
- And this is also to blame for liver Pollock?- Asked the chief.- Hold a minute!Read from this node.
Shame family took the rope in his hands, his fingers felt the knots, moving his lips, shook his head, and began again.
- Che those ... Honor ... Chte-of-zel ... I ... ah!"Reading nodular letter!"
- Next - the leader nodded.
Shame Families sighed, further, he knew without any knots.
- Number, - he said sadly.
- Number!- Confirmed his father.- And I was summoned to the school wigwam!What a shame, I swear totem ancestors!Your teacher - Case Deer - a nice Indian, we had not smoked a peace pipe, drank more than one bottle of friendship!As I look into his eyes?How can I be proud of such a son like you, Shame family?The son of the leader - Losers! ..
mother turned away from the pot of pottage, clicked his tongue disapprovingly.Shame family was ready to sink into the ground.
Chief paused for a moment.He found the tip of the rope and is now tied knots there.
- you show the teacher tomorrow my signature, - he said.- Well, now ... Chieftain carefully removed feather headdress and put it in the corner of the lodge.- You know that it relies son - he said.
- He will not, Father!- Mother intervened.
- Will ... will not ... - chief shrugged.- I said the word.Son! ..
Shame Families sighed and dutifully pulled leather pants from the skins of bison.The leader of carefully folded rope diary several times, did a test swing, slapped his palm to test the force of impact.
- And then - he said - and then you sit and you read all the books there are in our tepee.No more walks and games with friends until he learned to read as "excellent", it is clear to you? .. Mother, get the book.Mother pulled out of the bag, lying in the corner of the lodge, more bulky coils of rope with knots.Shame Families groaned.
- And what to do!- Said the leader, swung his diary.- Learn, my son!Science reduces our experiences fleeting life! ..
Blog down, Shame family issued a scream.Not paying attention to it, the leader continued to hammer the son of the desire for knowledge.
- Tomorrow Let us scalping, - he said.- And try not only to become an excellent student at me! ..
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Articles Source: Blog Alexei Berezin
