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Such a different thing

And in our country house, neighbors started up young people.
Young, sincere, noisy, in a good way aggressive and, of course, at times drunk.
And it would seem that only about five years ago, a middle-aged couple with a child of about 12 bought a plot and began construction. The house on the neighboring plot grew imperceptibly, their boy too.
And yesterday, at 10 pm, in the midst of youthful fun, as it should be, for three blocks of the village around, I suddenly caught myself thinking - damn it, now it is, if I want to, I can come to them and say - guys, let's - if you stop making noise, you need to know the honor ...
Damn it, but for them I will be an adult aunt who can and can, flaunting each other, send to the face, but which one way or another will have to obey.
Damn it ... but more recently ...
... Just literally yesterday ... my husband, or rather, not my husband, but the school legend, at this very summer cottage hosted parties for 2 classes. And we and the group left the country and curanced all night, in smoke, in hops, intoxicated with fresh air, suddenly appeared freedom and the thought that here it is life and that now it’s “we are really big”!
And after all, these guys now seem incredibly large, truly grown-ups ... but if I want to, I can come to them and say - come on, guys, and honor to know ...
The husband was quiet.
- Nostalgic?
“Not without it,” he answers with a smile.
- But it seemed then that all the most important things happened in life at this very moment, remember?
- I remember. So it was so. And then it happened ...
I am stroking my eight month old belly:
“Isn't that the most important thing now?”
- Now we have it, yes. And the neighbors’s guys still have what we’ve already passed ... And exactly when they have our main thing today, our son will come here with a crowd of people and will also remind them of today.
“But you and I are already at that age when we can make a remark to them, can you imagine?” And after all there will be nothing left for them, how to obey us.
- Yes ... but I do not want to disturb them. And the time is only the beginning of the eleventh.
- But when something comes and the time when you want ...

Half an hour to midnight. The husband comes out of the shower, listens. The guys continue the fun.
- So, it seems, it is time for young people to curl up.
- Will you go?
For a moment, hesitating and sighing, the husband replies:
- I'll go ...
Two minutes later, it becomes quiet and Zhenya returns.
- Well, how?
- Yes, I thought something, thought ... and decided not to go, but to call their parents.
Together we smile at the irony of this "adult" life.
A phone rings. Worried parents clarify whether it has become quiet.
“Yes, everything is in order,” the husband answers, “do not worry, thank you!”
And hanging up, he says to our stomach:
- Well, son, and we will soon be calling the same youth with the same requests. They need to leave the phone later ...