I was in kindergarten at the time, rural. We were taken out for a walk, well, as it was supposed at the time, after some joint games, the educators hit us with a screw, and our whole squad was divided into groups. I and two of my friends found a pit full of water and little frogs. My friends, it quickly became boring to contemplate this beauty, well, and I did not, and I and the frogs, not playing for a long time, took, as I then seemed, the most grandiose decision, to give them to my most beloved and beautiful educator, aunt Natasha. I put them in both pockets, approached the quietly sitting girl who read the book and said, "This is a gift from me to you, I put them under her nose. What was my surprise, when she whispered like a steam car jumped away from me, and the children, frightened by her whisper, stumbling, began to go whoever. It was, my first, unlucky experience, a suggestion to a girl, but aunt Natasha, she was the best one, who at first asked them all back, where I got them, then led me to wash my hands, and gave advice that girls, not everyone likes frogs, but flowers like everyone.

What do you think? I knew where the most beautiful roses grow. And then I was searching for the whole workforce of the kindergarten for an hour. And they found, on the advice of somebody, a kilometer from the garden, behind the management house, roaring flowers. I didn’t quite understand why Natasha cried so much, I guess the flowers liked it.