The woman looked tired but determined. When she arranged her things, it turned out they had tickets only for the upper bunk. She sat across from me and immediately began telling me how miserable she was \u2014 her back hurt, her son was restless, and it would be impossible to manage with a child up there. She asked me to give up my place.<\/p>\n
I felt sorry for her. After all, a mother with a child, and a bad back too. I decided to help: climbed up to the upper bunk and tried to fall asleep. But that didn\u2019t work out.<\/p>\n
I gave up my lower bunk on the train to a woman with a child, but soon regretted my good deed.<\/strong><\/p>\n The boy, sprawled out on the lower bunk, began constantly fidgeting, kicking the mattress and the metal frame, making the whole structure shake and vibrate. Moreover, he was humming some silly tune from a computer game and wouldn\u2019t stop talking. At first, I endured it. Then, gathering my strength, I politely asked the woman to calm her son.<\/p>\n \u00abWhy are you making a drama out of this?\u00bb<\/em>\u00a0she replied with tired irritation.\u00a0\u00abHe\u2019s just a child!\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n But the child, as if on purpose, became even more energetic \u2014 running up and down the carriage, loudly playing cartoons on the phone, laughing, jumping. Sleep was completely out of the question.<\/p>\n At that moment, I realized I couldn\u2019t tolerate it any longer and did something I don\u2019t regret. Don\u2019t you dare say young people don\u2019t respect adults \ud83d\ude22\ud83d\ude14\u00a0To be continued \ud83d\udc47\ud83d\udc47<\/strong><\/p>\n