Baby stories.

- Bring it to me. Only quietly, so that no one will know. And then, if asked, you can tell me that I am from a distant village. I got lost. I will eat and go back to my place. Did you understand? - I understood. What can't be understood? Where are you really from? Alexander smiled sadly. - From afar... Only this is a secret. If you give it away, there will be trouble. Igor's eyes were burning with an intolerable desire to hear the story of Alexander as soon as possible. But he was not stupid...

Suddenly, it wasn't that indifferent, but somehow surprisingly calm. When her mother was still alive, she often said - to God's will. Little Alexander did not particularly understand the meaning of this phrase, and when she grew older, she began to anger him. What does a god have to do with it, if a man is the master of his life? And he decides what to be or not to be in his face. But now Alcus suddenly began to understand what his mother meant by that. It's as if you trust yourself with a certain power, much more than you trust yourself...

Alcus was going through everything he knew about the forest in his mind. Alas, he knew, as it turned out, not enough to be indecent. Something about moss on the north side of the tree and birch juice, which you can drink right from the branch. But when he made a knife scratch on the trunk of the birch, it remained dry. And moss grew as it pleases him. Alec understood that he would be lost in the forest in a few steps. And if he stayed there, he would starve to death. Having walked around the house a little more, he finally decided to wait another day...

The unexpected bodyguard was rarely spoken of. He behaved respectfully, but pulling a couple of long phrases out of him was a matter of incredible difficulty. For the most part, Mark answered in a single phrase and, as a rule, after some consideration. At first, Alec assumed that the strange bodyguard is a little silly, but then refused the idea. The silent Mark had a very sharp and tenacious look. This man remained a mystery to Alexander. He looked as old as of Valentine, about thirty and over...

After a meager lunch, the boys, as usual, scattered through their bedrooms. Lessons were over, and everyone was left to themselves. To tell the truth, Andri didn't even know what was worse - boring lessons in classrooms or completely free hours that had nothing to do... Sometimes he wanted to draw, but he was afraid to give himself away with this skill. There were few books in the shelter, and Andri thought it was stupid to be interested in them. Homeless people don't have it in them. In order not to go mad with boredom, he came up with only one entertainment - a kite...

He was one of the last people to see and talk to Alexander. Andrew was also the son of Professor Goran, the same professor who was accused of illegal chemical experiments a couple of days after the coup... All the newspapers wrote about it... And Andri, then still looking for salvation on the streets, saw with his own eyes the announcement of "a reward for the capture of the son of the criminal, also a suspect in the concealment of important state information. At that time his hair almost stood up when he saw his own picture on the page of the daily newspaper...

Andrew broke the seal and pushed the door. That was unlocked. The rooms were empty, silent and unrecognizably scolded - there and there were boxes turned upside down, books were thrown down on the floor, trampled pieces of dishes. Only the old clocks still stood in the corner and measured the minutes. Click. Click. Click... Breathlessly breathing and barely holding back the sobs, Andry walked around the house - ruined and immediately became a stranger. He hoped until the last moment that someone else had managed to avoid arrest...

Part Two Chapter 1. Shelter The ceiling above the bed was black from soot, with many small cracks and pieces of plaster falling out. In the corner, there were even pieces of cobwebs hanging, but they were so high that no one had ever thought of taking them off. However, the whole room was just as desolate. Andrei woke up again before he got up and looked at the dark crack pattern above his head. This place was disgusting. All life was disgusting and sad. Andrew flipped sideways and pushed...

Mom sobbed again. - Oh, my God... Well, what time did it take... What do we need all this for, Victor? My father didn't answer. And really - what can you say here? He gently stroked Andri on his head and looked at him with such tenderness that Lisa's eyes were protected. Brother also embarrassed and quickly froze. And then he asked: - Dad, when can I get up? I feel good, really! - I believe, I willingly believe. But the doctor said that today you should definitely spend in bed. And tomorrow you'll be cucumber," Andri winked at your father and patted him lightly on the shoulder...

By lunchtime, my father had returned. He was very surprised to learn that Andri is still not at home. And he immediately gathered himself back. Anthony did something about the cooling borscht, and several times crossed the back of the professor, who had already rapidly descended back down the black stairs. - Oh, trouble... - She mumbled, you hem of an apron. Lisa looked at the nanny angrily - not enough to caw, and so on the soul nauseous! But, Antonia, alas, was right... My father came back very soon, and it didn't even take fifteen minutes before the back doorbell rang...

It was very sunny that day, just like today... Andri couldn't hold his smile. He went out to the quay of the winding canal and walked straight along the cast-iron fence, walking his palm along the warm, smooth railing. The water was splashing down below and reflected the tall city houses - dozens of windows... Andri loved his city very much. Alleys, gardens, fountains and such beautiful houses. Surprisingly beautiful... Sometimes it seemed to him that the stone looked like lace or even music. ...

He seldom pampered children with sweets, much less in places such as the theater, where the whole family went for food for the mind and spirit. But Lisa did not ask anything, especially since they had already given a second call, and should have quickly taken places. The next morning Andry was surprised to hear his mother's laughter for the first time in a long time. He woke up from it. The windows remained tied up, but the sun's rays persisted through the thin cracks. What a beautiful day! Andri got out of bed quickly, feeling perfectly happy...