published 05.12.10Small but very sweet story
Once again I’d like to tell you a short, but a very hearty story about Valia Bolobolkina. She is very vivid girl. Valia is thirteen years old, but she looks like five years old child. But each her act is engraved in my memory as a warm recollection. Valia is smart, but quite stubborn child, that’s why sometimes it’s difficult for me to make Valia change her mind. For example, when she was in another group, she decided for some reason that tooth cleaning is a horrible act, and she has to resist it with all her might. Earlier another volunteers tried to clean the teeth with her, but everything was in vain: Valia was inexorable. The same story was in my group. Every morning I tried to persuade her at least to put the tooth-brush to her lips, but all my attempts were unsuccessful. But one day the miracle happened!
Two weeks ago I was very lucky: I felt myself happy because of one Valia’s act. One morning as usual we were washing: I put the tooth-paste on her tooth-brush and gave it to her. And…instead of taking away all the washing sets, Valia, very slowly and with the fear in her eyes, opened the mouth. I went aside and watched. Carefully she started to brush the upper teeth, then, a minute later, she began to brush the lower teeth. I was staying and watching how her confusion disappeared. I saw that Valia enjoyed it. After the teeth were cleaned and the tooth-brush was put into the cup, I picked Valia up and started to wheel her round, saying: “Valia, my little Valia, you did it well!”. I’ve spent almost half a year trying to make her doing it. It is a real pleasure to see that your efforts weren’t in vain!
A funny lunch
The youngest girls live in my group. Every adult who visits them becomes very popular. They extremely need peoples’ attention, they want to sit on your knees, to embrace your neck. They play with each other very rarely. They know everything about each other, but what can give the same person?
The funny exception of this rule was the play of Masha Porshueva and Valya Bolobolkina. There is 12.30 a.m. and the girls know that now the nannies will bring them meal, put it into their plates, wait a little to cool and serve the table. This process seems to the girls too long and tiring. They begin to whimper waiting for the soup. The volunteers persuade and abuse them, don’t pay attention, so try to calm them in different ways. It happens very often. Nevertheless when the girls are naughty their lunch becomes the continuation of the previous mischief. An hour before the lunch we were playing dish. Valya was fond of feeding everybody using the toy spoon.
The lunch time came, but Valya has not yet went out of the image of a kind wet-nurse. The nanny served her table with the soup but instead of eating Valya began feeding her neighbor. Masha opened her mouth and Valya fed her the first and the second dish spoon by spoon. She is so cheerful not rather often. As a result everybody was happy: Masha who had a double-lunch, Valya who enjoyed playing and I who observed this unusual action.