The story took place more than 30 years ago. A young father, at the time a 20-year-old boy, was entrusted to walk with a newborn son. The young dad decided that walking in the courtyard is not interesting, and the air is not so fresh. And then he took the baby on his hands and went into the woods (we have places in the city where the forest goes straight to the residential houses). And here the child fell asleep from the fresh air, Daddy became bored, and then once a fungus, and then another. The hands are busy. The decision came quickly, it was necessary to pick up the shirt, but where did the diet go. And behold, he found a dry place, grabbed the leaves and laid it. Covered on top so that it does not freeze. Let the mushrooms gather. He said he had already gone home, but remembered that his wife without a child would not let go, went to pick up where he left him, and not there. There is no place for it at all. I understood Han. Everyone has run away, no. The baby fell asleep and gave a voice. This is a mushroom. Now he’s a grandfather, I don’t know whether he trusts his grandchildren or not.