I sit at home, I work. The door to the balcony is opened, children’s voices are heard from the street. I hear the dialogue. The boy, judging by his voice, is four years old, stands:

I want to go to Goorkovo.

My mother jokingly cries:
I want to go to Moore.

After a moment, the boy calmly said:

Where is the sea and where is the mountain?