- I don't want to, Mom. Andrey pushes the bowl of porridge away from him, jumps off the chair and goes to the window.

From there you have a view of the playground. We do not go to her for the third day. Everything that I was afraid of before the vacation happened: new injuries, snot, and a bad mood.

I go up to Harry and also look out the window. Touching and feeling sorry for Andrei at such moments is useless. Little hedgehog.

- I'm still ill? he asks, holding on to his sick hand with his good hand.

Fortunately, we have no fracture, only a crack. But the...