And we leave
He behaves worse, is insolent, snaps here we and we turn away from him.
We, you see were disappointed, we did not expect that at us the bad son will grow up, we were going to become parents medallists.
And instead an embarrassment.
All love the cheerful and successful child, from the unlucky turn away though it needs our love.
And we leave the child of one in the face of life, in the face of all his troubles.
The most spiteful feelings are born in the soul of the child, the most vindictive pictures appear in his consciousness.