I was 5-6 years old. In the summer, I live near home. I am a boy of the same age.

“Hi, I am Vanja, I was brought to my grandmother from the city to host. Let us play?

Okay, let’s do it anyway. And Vania continues:

I’ll go to my grandmother and come.

He comes, brings a dog collar and says:

Will you be my mistress? I am your dog.

We played all day long: he jumped, ran, gave a voice, was a good and a bad dog... I wanted to walk him on a rope, and punish him more often, but I couldn’t even find ropes, only a mount of rotten threads.

Years later, we met again, but Vanya took her eyes off, turned red and didn’t say hello to me.