When Bear and I were very young, we really wanted to ride a car, but it was not possible. No matter how many drivers we asked for, nobody wanted to drive us. Once we were out walking in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gates, the car stopped. The chauffeur got out of the car and went somewhere. We ran up. I say:
The car - Nosov N.N. - is a Volga.
And Mischka:
- No, it's Moskvich.
- You understand a lot! - I say I do.
- Of course, Moskvich," says Bear. - Look at his hood.
- What kind of a hood, I say, is it? Girls have a hood, and a car has a hood! Look at the body. The teddy bear looked at it and said:
- Well, such a belly, as in Moskvich.
- It's yours," I say, "but the car doesn't have a belly.
- You said the belly yourself.
- I said the body, not the belly! Oh, you! You don't understand, but you climb!
- Bear came up to the back of the car and said:
- Does Volga have a buffer? It's Muscovite's buffer.
- I say:
- You'd rather be silent. I made up some more buffer. The buffer is at the railroad car and at the bumper car. Moskvich and Volga have a bumper.
- Bear touched the bumper with his hands and said:
- You can sit on this bumper and go.
- Don't," I tell him.
- And he is:
- Don't be afraid. Let's go a little bit and jump. Then the driver came and got in the car. Bear ran up from behind, sat down on the bumper and whispered:
- Hurry up and sit down! Hurry up and sit down!
- I say:
- Don't!
- And Mischka:
- Come quickly! Oh, you coward! I ran up, clung to it. The car has moved and how it will rush!
- The bear was scared and said:
- I will jump! I will jump!
- Don't, - I say, - you'll break! And he says:
- I will jump! I will jump!
- And already started to lower one leg. I looked back, and another car was rushing after us. I shouted:
- Don't you dare! Look, now the car will crush you!
People on the sidewalk are stopping, looking at us. At the intersection, the policeman whistled into the whistle. The teddy bear got scared, jumped onto the pavement, but did not let go of his hands, held on to the bumper, his legs were dragging on the ground. I got scared, grabbed him by the spine and dragged him up. The car stopped, and I'm dragging everything. The teddy bear finally climbed onto the bumper again. People were gathered around. I shouted:
- Hold on, you fool, tighten up!
Everyone laughed. I saw that we stopped, and tears were falling.
- Get down," I told Mischke.
- And he didn't understand anything with fear. I pulled him away from this bumper. A policeman ran up and wrote down the number. The driver got out of the cockpit - everyone attacked him:
- Can't you see what's going on behind you?
- And they forgot about us. I whisper to Mishkeh:
- Let's go!
We went aside and ran to the alley. We ran home, ran out of breath. Both knees of Mischka's knee were ripped to the bone and his pants were torn. It was him riding on the pavement on his stomach. He got it from his mother!
- Then Mischka says:
- Pants are nothing, you can sew them up, and your knees will heal themselves. I'm just sorry about the driver: he'll probably get it because of us. Did you see that the policeman wrote down the car number?
- I say:
- I should have stayed and said that the driver was not to blame.
- And we will write a letter to the policeman," says Mischka.
- We started writing the letter. We wrote, wrote, twenty sheets of paper were ruined, and finally we wrote:
"Dear fellow policeman! You wrote down the number incorrectly. That is, you wrote down the number correctly, but it was wrong that the driver was to blame. The driver is not to blame: it is my and Bear's fault. We got in touch, but he didn't know. The chauffeur is good and rides correctly.
- They wrote on the envelope:
"The corner of Gorky Street and Bolshaya Gruzinskaya Street, to get the policeman.
They sealed the letter and threw it in a box. Probably, it will come to pass.