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...