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When I was a little girl, she once went hunting with me.
Early in the morning, it was still dark, we went with her to the river.
and Papule! So dark! I am scared!
“And to you,” I thought, and I said loudly, “Nothing, daughter, soon.”
The dawn. Step faster, or the ducks will all fly away.”
She was sleepy and her legs were cluttered.
“And to you!” I thought and put my daughter on my neck.
A loose backpack. Weight is taken.
I set her down on the shore and began to get a gun out of the cage.
“Dad, it’s cold for me!” the daughter cried.
“What about you!” I thought, took off my jacket and started wrapping my daughter.
and closer. I felt the cold now.
“Daddy, I want to eat,” the man immediately said.
“What about you!” I thought and began to take out the sandwiches from the backpack.
and thermos.
At this time, I hear a characteristic whisper above my head. The duck has passed.
“What about you!” I thought and looked at them with an anguish.
The girl started chewing the sandwich, but dropped it.
“And to you!” I thought, picked up the sandwich, ripped off the grass and gave it.
by Ella.
“He’s dirty!” she said reasonably.
“And to you!” I thought, but with patience, I pulled it out of the package.
A piece of sausage.
“I don’t want a sausage,” the man insulted.
“What about you?” I thought and gave her an apple.
She began to sneeze and sneeze.
At this time, I see – they are flying... I’ve prepared, I’ve thrown up the rifle. And here she shakes.
I said, “Dad, I want to write.”
And to you! I shoot anyway. The grandmother! By the way! Here is Unknown!
I hear a quiet whisper. I see the little girl standing, scared.
Close the ears. The clothes are wet. It was her reaction when
The Babak. But changing her is nothing. There are no spare socks.
“And to you!” I cried out in my hearts. Pulled a gun, drove in.
He picked up his backpack and, thinking, drowned with his daughter home.
When they returned, she dressed in dry socks and hugged me tightly:
“Dad, I love you so much!” I felt like I would take her.
myself again.