The case was in summer. I was just 6 years old. My mother and I went to Crimea for a long 4 days, and I missed the upper shelf. There was an elderly couple with us. And here the train is going, I miss my red bandana in my hands, and suddenly this man says

Do you want magic? Raise your hand with your cloth to the window, and stir them around.

What I did. After a while, the train stood somewhere in the steppe. stand for a long time. The man probably smoked. Here the door of our coupe opens, a conductor and a thick uncle stands and asks what happened and if we didn’t take the red cloth.

I have confessed. My mother’s robbers told us that they would land us at the nearest station.

We were not landed. I had to apologize. My neighbor arrived in the house only in the evening.