fathers and sons [Theme]

Be careful with your list of suitors! You know what I mean, be careful with your list of suitors or I'll knock it out of your head!

- Oh, Pinocchio, fathers sometimes fall into despair, like everyone else. But over time, they realize that this is not what they wanted to say at all.

“They all think that we haven’t changed, those damn parents of ours,” said Flavio. - Their world is an island, fishing boats, village gossip and the damned Festival of St. Agatha...

I usually like it when children make noise, but today this was annoying too. Kolka is already nine, an adult guy, but he continues to behave as if he is five: he follows me with his tail and constantly demands attention.

You become an adult not when you start arguing with your parents, but when you realize that your parents were right.

- No. But you must go to that theater, ask for forgiveness from your son and bring him home. That's what I'm getting at, Hugo.

- Can. Only until 18. Then you rent an apartment and go on your own.

The parent of a growing child faces a very difficult task. He needs to walk literally along the razor's edge. Where on the one hand there is an abyss of indifference and indifference to the life of one’s child, on the other there is an equally deep and disastrous abyss of overprotection, the desire to make one’s own copy out of a son or daughter, a complete disregard for their opinions and desires.

Here you raise them in love and affection, and then you see them off to some war to be shot there. This thought is killing me.

At seventeen, I was convinced that my father was a complete fool. At twenty-one, I was amazed at how much the old man had learned in four years.

- And the opinion must be earned!

Why not believe that we receive from our mothers some uncertainty about the authenticity of paternity; if the mother does not raise any doubts, then this is only because nature has furnished motherhood with serious physical evidence.

After the funeral of the parents, we will blame everything on the children.

Hal knew these people. They were divided into two categories: those who can be pushed around, and those who push you around. There were more of the former, but the father, unfortunately, belonged to the latter.