Story "The Case of the playground"

The story is written in collaboration with my daughter Mary.

On the ground near his home girl walks six or seven years. She walks alone, worn with a gang of boys. Its windows overlook the yard, and the parents do not watch TV and do not know that in seven years, one child can not let go. She's fun to play with the boys. Or is it the boys in her class. Or she has a brother, and she was playing with him and his friends? Boys - her friends, why not play with them?

This girl is dressed for the weather did not: a T-shirt and jacket to plow. Short pants, and jacket size smaller too. By the way, on the street that day was very cool. The jacket is obviously too small for her - the girl has grown over the summer and autumn jacket to buy for next summer - not very convenient, it can still grow on the two sizes? Or simply - a favorite jacket and favorite pants, and very much that summer lasted longer! Sun peeking out - that's dressed like that.

And the girl ran after the boys, but they ran very fast, and the girl has lagged behind them. The boys ran for the high house, they could not be seen. The girl ran after them, ran behind the house, and their gone. Girl looked around and around - unfamiliar house, benches and other people all around strange.

She wandered between identical gray houses. The sun was setting and the sky turned all shades of purple. She knows where walking is not until you've stumbled on a playground. The swings were taken off the hinges and disassembled into small parts, sand and broken down in the normal state there are only a couple of benches, and even then they did not look strong.

The girl sat on the bench and cried. It came a little bench red dog. She sniffed the girl twirled around her and lay down next.

But here's the girl fell asleep. Dog too.

To the girl approached police and woke her up. He asked where she lived. Girl only knew the name of the street and even that was a fountain near the house. The policeman immediately knew where Devochkin house, and took her home. When they approached the house, ran to meet them, a woman. Her face had wept and coat was unbuttoned. He pressed his lips to the handkerchief and sobbed. She hugged the girl thanked the policeman and promised him that he would never let her alone. On the way home she did not know - or scold the girl enjoy her return. She stopped, squatted and looked the girl in the eye and said:

- Never, do you hear, never run away from home! - Then she paused and said:

- Never, ever one you will not let go. - She clung to Devochkina shabby jacket and began to cry even harder ...