On the threshold of a small wooden pavilion, in which it was supposed to change into bathing suits, stood Magda.

“It’s not the business, Your Grace, to talk to husbands like that.

- I didn't ask you!

“That’s in vain,” she pursed her lips, “you are still young, you don’t know how to manage a family.

-- Do you know? - Irishka affectionately restrained the necromashka, which immediately rushed to the defense of her aunt.

“First of all, you must ...” here the aunt was speechless when she saw Fluff. -- What is it?

-- Where?

-- Here! -- a trembling finger pointed at the insolent cat, who decided to...