Aunt Zina carefully unfastened the gauze and took the girl under her arms. A little more, and the girl will be free. Only my legs were scratched - they secured the gauze with nails, although they bent it down later.

Aunt Zina brought some brilliant green:

• Oh, I’ll get it from your grandmother! You sit here, next to the porch.

The girl hid in a bush. She really wanted to see her grandmother's face when she discovered the empty room. And then the girl will jump out of the bush and say: “Here I am!” And the grandmother will say: “You are my punishment...”