So now we know a little about our little girl’s family, let’s get back to the fact that she was following the old dy home. The day was gradually approaching evening. [Actually, they could just take a bus or car, but grandma preferred to walk. After all, it is good for health]. The only joy was that you could watch the ndscapes, and the seven-year-old girl with bright dreams really liked this.

  And finally, an alley of old straight trees appeared in front of them, which looked quite well-groomed. It was obvious that the “golden” hands of the gardener regurly work here. Walking along the alley, Christina noticed that the path was so perfect that there wasn’t even a single leaf on it. The trees parted to reveal a beautiful view, a pond with ducks, water lilies and various ornamental pnts around. And behind it was a rge house with four columns on the facade and an angur center. Yes, the era of cssicism has not yet faded away in this estate. Scotnd has always been famous for its various types of buildings with reflections of past beauty and eras. The grandmother and granddaughter went to this house. On the way, they met the same gardener. The grandmother gave him a couple of instructions. And then the head of the family headed towards the house.

  A young woman opened the door. Grandmother came in first. A girl followed her sadly.

  “Anne! Where are you?” the old dy called, giving the woman her thin openwork shawl.

  A middle-aged woman in a brown dress with yellow and red flowers ran down the stairs almost silently.

  “I’m going!”

  The dress rustled a little and smelled pleasant, like all of Ann, who was about thirty-five years old, no more.

  “Take Christina. Lunch is in half an hour, she should be ready. Then follow the schedule. However, everything is as always”, Mrs Eugena said.

  With these words, she walked ceremoniously up the stairs to her room. Ann nodded and helped the girl take off her jacket. And then she took her to the children’s room.

  “Well, little dy, how are you doing?”

  Ann was a very nice woman, she knew how to look after children. Unlike many of the house’s residents and servants, she did not grow up there; she was hired five years ago, as soon as Christina’s parents began traveling together for work. During this time, Christina and Ann not only found a common nguage, but also became friends in some way. Of course, it was a special friendship, but the girl could only say something to Ann. It was the same now, while the woman was changing the girl into a house dress with lush ruffles on the sleeves, which our heroine did not like so much, they chatted cheerfully about all sorts of nonsense. A smile constantly fshed on the child’s lips, and her soul was light. But only until it was time to go down to lunch.