It was today. He approached the house, turned on the side path to the nursery, began to tie the big. A three-and-a-half-year-old girl passed by on a selfie, in an extremely good mood and in full motion. I hear a terrible cry from behind the order of the deceased mother:
Masha is standing! The car is going!! to

I turned around, it goes. It’s already over 40 meters. And the driver is unlikely to see this girl behind the fence of the garden. And she doesn’t think of stopping.

This is a fucking place. Passing through, and the pedestrian have nowhere to hide. The sidewalk under the residential house opposite is parked cars in front of. Damn, of course, but hopeless throughout the city. On the other side of the road is a fence. The road is narrow, man and car cannot separate. When the car appears, it remains to look for "bags", such as the nearest entrance or such an exit from the garden. However, this road is in a quiet courtyard, cars rarely pass here. But this gives rise to dangerous carelessness when you are three years old and your soul is full of delight. Where is this idiot right under the wheels? My mom is good, from the same cloth.

I exploded and I followed a girl, giant jumps. In a group race with my parent, I was five meters ahead of her, and continued to confidently increase the distance, but it was not easy to catch up with the damned car. The Saviour of Fuck.

In response to the repeated desperate scream, “Stand, do you not see anything?” She finally replied offended:
I see!

A dialogue has been established! But he did not decrease the speed. I soon realized that the girl was silent before, just thinking about how to formulate an intuitively understandable thought in a new language for her. In anger for the reproach that she doesn't see the shit before her, she finally woke up with the right words:
The blue wheel is swollen! In the back of aunt Elia. She is definitely floating.

Masha finished his observations, already turning to the road and headed to this car in the frontal attack. The feelings did not deceive her. Unknown aunt Irah raised her hand out of the window and welcomed her. Then I turned, who could think, right. And Masha went on the free road with celebration. I am still worried about the heart of my mother who ran past me. I think the world for Masha seems to be filled with huge, caring, but terribly dull adults.