My first working day passed satisfactorily. From 12.30 to 17 o’clock. Since the child needed fresh air, we went out with him on skis at 16 o’clock, dragged ourselves to the hill. I stood at the bottom and gave the command “down!” in Russian.
At that time there were many Norwegian children on the hill, and the hill too was Norwegian, not small, steep, so I stood at the bottom to “catch” “my” child. After several of my traditionally Russian commands “Come on!”, I suddenly noticed that the Norwegian children had stopped skiing and were staring at me with curiosity.
Without noticing it myself, with a few Norwegian phrases I established on the hill an order of descent-ascent: those with sledges ski on one side, those with skis on the other, and when they go up the hill, keep to the right side. Those reading these lines I hope will understand me, so responsible: “someone else’s child, someone else’s country, and this ‘damn’ hill in the winter twilight!”
Well, at last his parents appeared in a car: mama driving, papa sitting beside. Thank God! I hand over a whole child! And here my husband pulled up in the car, like a personal driver. Joyfully I proclaim in Norwegian “Ha det!”, which means…. oh… for me it means a lot! And if shorter — then “Bye!”
to be continued….