Trouble of the winner

... At school we, certainly, have sat down nearby. Beat off from everyones chmoshnikov too on pair - on detsadovskoj to a habit. But when Andryukha has really obtained for the first time in an eye, the daddy has taken away it in underground section karate. And my father has told only, having looked on my bruises: "Eh, you... Even to fight you are not able". However, mum was going to to go to school and all there poubivat, but I from shame have started howling, than it and have overpersuaded.

So it was led - Andrey always encouraged to action and always helped it to promote further others. Council, approval, yes simply conditions in a family. Very quiet mum, successful at job and all making progress in the house. And the business vigorous father who persistently did career. He knew, how it is uneasy. Also was able to find suitable words to explain it to the son. When two of them played - not very well, in chess or football, - the father first of all directed the son at winning moves. Unostentatiously advised. And sincerely rejoiced Andrjuhinym to successes.

From it raised the Winner. Learnt in any business to aspire to be the best. To throw halfway, nothing to take a great interest nothing half. Also learnt not under pressure. Simply managed to interest. Hinted, that the result is pleasant to Andryukha. And that the result is reached by persistent work, it quickly and itself glades.

I was always more talented. But infinite "Eh, you... Who so does! Anything you are not able..." Have fine brought down to me a self-estimation. And to Andrey it, on the contrary, overestimated. As a result of my main fear on a life - fear of failure. That is, easier and not to begin. For Andrey defeat - stimulus to repeat attempt. However, about one sad day he at all did not know failures.

... It has received the medal and has arrived on the legal. Study and service in army have separated us, few times it was possible to be crossed and drink, but then both were twirled by new times. To put it briefly, there were we again recently. And after the third glass dressed with igolochki the owner of auditor firm has told to me what has fallen down it a trouble.

The wife has got to it approaching only from the third calling - lovely and modest, looking at the husband exclusively from below upwards. As it seemed to me, thoroughly it hammered. Alas, at Andrey has in the course of time appeared neprjatnoe property of all to learn to a life. He, similar, was perplexed, why if at it all turns out, others so cannot.

But all the same one trouble has got it. That is, at first it was the big happiness. And then already from pleasure the nightmare has grown.

The wife has given birth to it to the son. So it sounded - podnaprjaglas and under its wise management has become successful. Synulja, the successor, zolottse the beloved. However, while zolottse shouted at night and destroyed pampers, Andrey concerned it with prohladtsej, waited, that has grown up. And when has come it is a high time to grow from a cub of the present person, it has appeared, that a cub... Is afraid of the father. Probably, mother has got the unsuccessful. To the son four and a half a year. He adores mum, all time turns round it, but it is necessary to the father to start talking to it, varies in the person. Also tries to escape. And if hardly to raise tone, breaks into tears and rushes to mother. Mentally the child is healthy, dragged it on all experts. But here is afraid of the father and though you cut it!

In general, looking at Andrey, it is difficult to present, that he can ask for suggestions. But here, weakened by alcohol, moreover and with the person who knew many years... Has risked to complain of a life.

He did not know, that complains of a life, for all life from the very beginning. He has grown the Winner and has involuntarily got the line most dangerous to such person - not realised contempt for weakness. When the son asked, that it took on hands, it was done always by mother. Only not Andrey. The weak child requiring only in caress and protection was not necessary to it. To it the successor whom it is possible to bring up and learn was required. To raise from it the next Winner, the successful continuer of a sort.

Certainly, to the grown up child such father has appeared is not necessary absolutely. There was no emotional communication. The wife before the husband tiptoed, and the son simply did not wait from daddy for anything good.

Unfortunately, the end characteristic. Many Winners so pay off for the successes. It very wide spectrum of emotions becomes unknown, and it postpones them from other people. The winner loses ability to empathize. It turns to the Samurai who does not regret others because first of all does not give indulgences to itself. But to the present Samurai to bring up children the cultural tradition and that the model of behaviour of the Japanese nobleman was fixed almost in genes helps. Unconditional respect for seniors, in particular. There the father - the god even if you do not see its months. And at us to such daddy once spit in a physiognomy. At least - spit.

I listened Andrey, and itself thought - what paradox! All sincere sores of Winners are visible to me, as on a palm. And here my problems, serious, painful, any Winner never will make out. At it simply other sight at things. Absolutely another.

But nevertheless I, such all from myself emotionally rich, dream to grow in myself the Winner. Very much it would be desirable to learn to achieve bolshego. As much as possible to make in this life.

He looked at me and waited. Yes, I could classify now all its complexes and long vtolkovyvat to the poor creature as it is necessary itself to a message. Yes, could advise to descend to the psychotherapist. Probably, Andrey after such conversation would undertake to reforge itself with persistence of the true Winner. But... And if at it from naprjaga the roof moves down?!

Therefore I have told to it only one phrase. "Look at the son attentively, - I have told. - think, that it now from itself(himself) represents. Also try to fall to its level".

And you only present, that for number this Samurai the left unfinished, this huge bull, this superformed auditor has broken away! It left a taxi at an entrance and has seen the son, playing to a sandbox. Has looked at it attentively. Has thought, that the son simply still the SMALL. Also has fallen to its level. Literally. Has sat down on hunkers.

And for the first time in a life the child himself has run to it.