With his future husband lived in a dormitory on the outskirts. The area is quiet but good transportation, everything necessary nearby. One day, without rushing to the store, I notice a low hose on the lawn and there is a cute such stone on it. and stopped. I thought of the man who put him there. Probably a child. Or maybe a conditional sign...like the story of Conan Doyle’s dancing humanchildren. Or as in 17 seconds... the appearance failed! I love detective stories – fear! It amused me. Or maybe a dog or cat was playing in the grass and left a toy there. I am hz, but my attention this stone attracted. I looked around, found a similar one, put it next to me.

Several days passed by, watching the stones in the same quantities and "poses". I went out for a walk with my husband and decided to tell him about my observations. We pass by the “experimental” sandwich, I say:

Do you see the grass in the grass?

My husband looked at me with no surprise:

I recently put a stone there! Now there are two! Give up!

I asked cautiously:

Why put it?

Beautiful, let it lie to yourself.

The second I...

Do you joke?

– No...

I just remembered that story today. The solution was unexpected, but logical, as I think. We could not have met.)