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In the morning August did not get up for a long time and he just stayed in bed. He had the right to do so, because at that moment there was no one in the house except him. The butler Ralph drove Sebastian and Philip fishing and most likely, they had not yet returned, and Griette their old maid, was visiting her family in Berlin as August told her to do the night before.

Thank God, the cortege departed early, because August did not really want to face the man once again, the man who was shamelessly spoiling the life of his family, assuming that he is absolutely right.

August made the bed (school habit), got prepared and took the bag over his shoulder, making sure everything is there and headed for the exit.

Waving to the camera mounted over the gate, he waited until the guard will open them, and had an enjoyable breakfast in a nearby cafe. Here you can take what’s absolutely harmful to your health, but extremely tasty burgers and coffee. When the boy finished with this and paid, he called a taxi, benefiting from the money his mother left him and headed to Berlin.

The boy went out at the beginning of the street, and walked in the right direction. He could not recognize his favorite city. This part of Berlin has changed dramatically and not in the good way. Some shops have disappeared completely, for example, his favorite Mr. Adams’ bakery, replaced by one of the branches of the corporation making spare parts for cars. Everything seemed haggard, old and ashen. Even the sky was covered with clouds, seemingly, only in this area.

As for the toy shop, it still stood in the same place, although the door was even more shabby and some windows were boarded up with plywood. Suppressing a bad feeling, August pushed the door, which opened with a slight creak. The bells hung above the door rang and the boy stepped inside. He winced. Silver plated shelves with discs and books, standing along the walls, turned dark, and everything stood on them, it was curtained with light blankets and covered with dust, and in some places with cobwebs. Painted like the night sky ceiling partially crumbled and covered with yellow and the maroon fringe has lost color. The small sofas stood in the middle rubbed and a table covered with small cracks and scratches.

August closed his eyes, and in front of him appeared a very different picture – he was a baby, sucking on a lollipop, sitting on this couch next to other children and watching a small puppet show, played out by Frau Tomaco. He remembered her colorful dress and shawl, bright bandage on her head, green eyes, charming smile, tan skin and thin arms, studded with rings and bracelets.

As the time spent here was truly magical! August immediately recalled as his father buys him a Zorro mask and Frau Tomaco whose melodic voice and ringing laughter still stood in her ears, was smiling and inviting them to come again. She frightened, and at the same time attracted by her dissimilarity to the other.

But then he opened his eyes, and the fairy tale ended. The charm caused by the flood of memories disappeared.

August went up to the desk, which was an old cash register, and loudly cleared his throat. No one responded, and then he easily jumped over the counter, knocked on the wooden closet door of the back room in which Madame often went in the old days. There was no answer again.

Suddenly, a bell has rung and a soft yell made him look back. On the threshold there stood a very pretty tanned girl, in whose features he recognized Marianne, the hostess’ granddaughter. However, she does not seem to understand who he was.

– What do you want? – she asked anxiously. – What do you want from the two poor women? If you expected to steal something, take it and go away immediately!

August smiled.

– Marianne, don’t you remember me?

She peered doubtfully into him.

– I am August, and I lived nearby! We used to hang out here very often. – August came from the desk and stepped closer to her, caught in the beam of light, struck from the not cluttered part of the window.

Marianne suddenly sobbed, and rushed to hug him.

– I am very glad to see you again, August, – she said in a trembling voice, stepping back a few paces and peering with her attentive beautiful eyes, just like her grandmother.

– Yeah, and this certainly wet my shirt? – Ironically, but encouragingly he commented.

– I’m sorry, – said the girl, taking a tissue out of his hands. – You know, the business is not as good as we it should. The customers we had before are no more. Children do not come here to play. Only old-timers and we both know how good that time was.

– Where’s your grandmother? – The boy wondered.

Marianne silently walked to the door of the back room and pulled hard on the door, which was difficult to open. August saw a woman lying on the couch, or more precisely, her shape, since she was covered with some rags. She was sleeping. Nearby, on a small table a greenish bottle wrapped in straw stood. He understood everything.

Marianne looked at him with desperation.

– Since a toys shop “Tinkle” opened in the neighboring district, no one comes to us. Even thieves bypass our home, as they know that we have nothing for them to steal.

– I don’t believe this is happening… And what about our peers?

– Many of them left for other cities, as you, the parents in the neighborhood believe that we render a bad influence on their children.

– Bad influence? – August frowned. As far as he could remember, there were not only the children. Adults themselves often sat on sofas or were standing around, enjoying the unusual ideas.

– They believe that in “Tinkle” everything is modern and with a high quality. In addition, I and my grandmother are American Indians…

– Since when the blood indicates the personality?!

Marianne sighed.

– Everything changes. Let’s go outside, – she led him into a small outdoor cafe, a couple of blocks from the shop, where they drank coffee and shared news. August told her of Sebastian, Philip and about the school.

– I may be expelled, and I understand this… I can’t afford tuition and I failed the recent tests, so there are more worthy candidates for this place. – Marianne lamented.

– But then you don’t get a diploma!

– I know, but what can I do? Looks like, that is my fate.

– Marie, I recently realized it, – August said firmly. – But there are no miracles or destiny in the world.

August sighed, and a light breeze ran through the street, forcing the children’s hair and napkins on the table to stir.

– Are you sure? – asked the girl quietly.

– Unfortunately, – he nodded.

– But then everything becomes meaningless! – she exclaimed. The tape strapping her hair fell off and her hair scattered whenever the wind blew.

– What are you talking about? – August asked surprisingly.

– About our childhood, of course! – Marianne even blushed. – You know, we’re, perhaps, the last of those who remember the magic of our wonderful store! And I thought that we believe in…

– Believed, – corrected Augustus, seriously looking at her. – After the last few years my confidence has severely shaken.

Marianne irritably blinked.

– What is that?

– Your words sounded as if nothing can be saved. Either shop or childhood… Just nothing.

August paused and then decisively took her hand.

– You know, even if we can’t save our childhood, then at least we can try to save the store for new generations. I will personally help you to make this happen.

– Really? – Marianne looked at him with such hope and gratitude in her eyes, that the boy was embarrassed. – But just the two of us can’t cope! And when do we start?

– First, I have to go to the school camp, – he said. Noticing her downcast look, he hastened to add: – I’ll talk to the guys; maybe someone will agree to help us. I have great classmates. You’ll see.

Marianne nodded and smiled, and then rummaged in her bag decorated with the fringe and took a few coins.

– Wait, – August made a preemptive gesture and reached into his pocket for the money. – Never mind, I understand. By the way, I came here actually because of business, – he remembered, then they went back to the store, and he told her Philip’s request.

Marianne beamed:

– We have all the figures! Grandmother purposely left them in a special box, when things became bad. And she didn’t want to sell them, even for the interested buyers! Apparently, they were important to her. But does a painted plastic matter now?