Ordinary Chelyabinsky courtyard with a children's playground.

There are two places on the square.

I came with a friend from a trip. At about 3:30 p.m. The weather is ugly, the rain freezes. While loading things, my friend noticed a 10-year-old girl in pyjamas and a jacket. Without a doubt, they decided to come. Children in pyjamas at night.

We approach. The girl sits and looks at one point, on the neighboring stove lies a floor of bread. Dima is trying to talk. The girl keeps silent and continues to look at one point. Both are scared, but they have to do something.

Here the nerves give up, time goes by, I stand up in front of her, and with the most gentle voice I ask:

Girl, what are you doing here?

The answer is silence. I am already in panic and I begin to tell Dima that he should call an ambulance or a police station, that she should be taken home to me and so on... And then the girl says:

What what what. I walk bread.

In general, it turned out that the girl left the house in a dream, we woke her with water from a bottle on her hands. The crying woman was taken to the parents, who did not even notice that the child was gone.