Tales of Safety: The Eastern Prince
Vladimir Bezmaly | 10/07/2021
Petrovich loved his daughter very much and always indulged her. Moreover, he raised her alone; the girl's mother died when she was only two years old. Now he faced a terrible choice. Where to send her to study. To Cyprus? To Malta? To Switzerland? Where? Moreover, it was desirable that this school could withstand the new student for at least six months, then Lena would get used to the school and the school to Lena. But he could not decide yet.
- Are there any decent dresses in this cave? Or at least fabrics? - Lena finally decided to conduct an audit of the wardrobe. She pulled out mountains of different outfits that had accumulated there over a very long period of time. Father only had time to catch armfuls of clothes and bales of fabrics flying out of the door and tried to fold them neatly. But one of the bales still hit him right in the left eye.
- What is this? What is this, tell me? - Lena appeared from the door, wrapped in some transparent fabric.
- How should I know? . - It looks like curtains from your great-grandmother's house. But I'm not sure.
Lena, unwinding from the cocoon, suddenly fell to the floor.
- Are you hurt? You know, bruises don't make you israel mobile database good. What are you looking for?
— I'm looking for material to make a chador.
- For what???
- Necessary!
Petrovich had known the girl for too long and knew her character traits well. Her entire state spoke of only one thing. Another admirer had appeared on the horizon.
- Yes, yes, and yes again! I'm waiting for my chosen one! - the girl said proudly after her father unobtrusively brought her to clean water over evening tea.
- Uh-huh! And who is he? Where did you meet? At school? At a cafe? Or where?
- What do you mean where? On a social network, of course! And don't even think about trying to talk me out of it or scaring me with stupid things like a harem with 999 seats and the need to study 1001 fairy tales! It won't work!