Комната, совершенно непримечательная, стандартная комната в стандартной хрущевке,...

The room is completely unremarkable, standard room in a standard Khrushchev, which are many in any city. From the curtained window into the room it is difficult, like a tired traveler, to dim dim light, which is practically not noticeable, since the lamp draws its main attention to itself. Such lamps are also full, they are or were in any apartment, but there is something unusual in this lamp. Something catches the eye when you look at it and want to understand what it is. You can properly inspect it outside and you will not find any differences from any of the same lamp, but if you turn it on and again it appears, or rather, you get the feeling that you are missing something. Understandably, you will immediately think that a non-standard light bulb is screwed into it and this is where a remarkable discovery awaits you - the light bulb is the simplest one that is sold in every store, but colored clay is spread on it in an even thin layer. From where And the answer is right there - the boy sitting at the table and looking absently into the void. He has a toy or something like a small figured keychain in his hands, which you can spin for a long time in your hands, studying every detail of the surface and thus occupying the head, while leaving it empty. Next to him on the table lies a half-fused piece of plasticine and an open notebook with an unfinished homework. And it is clear that mother will come home from work and will scold him for a damaged light bulb, for idleness, and for any offenses committed by him during this week (mothers always love to remember such offenses, even if the children themselves do not remember them ). But the boy is sitting, staring at the keychain in his hand, and he is absolutely not worried about anything happening around, at least at the moment. He travels. Traveling in the most wonderful way that only children own. His fantasy acts as a conductor with a torch, and he follows her to any point of the universe he can imagine. He breaks through thickets of unprecedented plants, talks in all languages ​​of the world, becomes either a hero or a villain. A short moment - and now he plunges into the depths of the sea, in his hands he has a lantern and his beam, weak in muddy waters, snatches out the unprecedented wonders of the underwater world. He blinks and turns out to be already a powerful superhero from comics, his superpower is that he can become invisible, although it is not very interesting and then let him know how to read other people's thoughts! This is already an unlimited field for opportunities. And he is immediately transferred to a new place. It's not that he is quickly bored with his fantasy, rather, he is so interested in everything that he is simply unable to concentrate on one thing for a long time. Visions follow one another, character after character, and then the most terrible happens: the boy hears the sound of the opening entrance the doors. He quickly removes the key chain, puts an open textbook next to him and quickly begins to write in a notebook. This happens every time and every time my mother finds out from somewhere that he was idle and was engaged in nonsense, maybe she already learned to read minds?
But time passes inexorably, school days pass, the boy goes to college, he has new friends, hobbies and that world of fantasy is no longer so necessary for him. More time passes, the boy grew up, became an adult uncle, got married and he already had his own children. Then one day he comes home after work and notices that the drawer of his son’s training table is slightly ajar and the rebellious chain sticks out of the keychain. He comes up, sits next to the same boy as he once was, pulls a key chain out of the drawer and begins to look at it in his palm.