- Tomorrow's September 1st," said Mom. - And then autumn came, and you will go to the second grade. Oh, how time flies! - And on this occasion, - Daddy picked up, - we will now "cut" the watermelon! And he took a knife and cut the watermelon. When he was cutting, I could hear such a full, pleasant, green crackling that my back got cold with a feeling of how I would eat this watermelon. And I had already opened my mouth to cling to the pink watermelon crowbar, but then the door opened and Pavlo entered the room. We were all terribly glad, because he hadn't been here for a long time and we missed him. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Dad said. - Pavla himself. Pavla-Borodavlia himself! - Sit down with us, Pavlik, there is a watermelon," said Mom, "Deniska, move over. - Hi," he said, "and gave him a place next to him. - Hello! - he said and sat down. Pavla eats watermelon And we started eating, and we ate and kept silent for a long time. We didn't want to talk. What's there to talk about when