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The little girl’s fingertips trembled, her neck slightly swelled and reddened, and her eyes, insanely looking at one point, at first quickly ran from side to side, and then rolled up… The little heart bled and seven-year-old Ramona threw back her head and opened his mouth, baring his even teeth, waved his head and very quickly regained consciousness. If you had seen the poor girl at that moment, it might have seemed to you that some demons had just come out of her, but she… just yawned.

The young creature looked at the pistachio-colored pillows, decorated with lace braid, lined up on the high bed with the familiar pyramid, and, jumping down, quickly ran to the living room, trying to sneak away from the house. But nothing came of it: Uncle Robert appeared at the wide-open entrance door, who came to visit from faraway places, where, as she remembered, tall, gigantic burdocks grow. He imprisoned the girl in her arms, but she was spinning restlessly, trying to break free.

Taking a step outside the door, Ramona managed to notice the frightening darkness and feel the sultry stuffiness unusual for the spring evening. Again, she yawned hard and wide, she stopped resisting the smiling uncle with the prickly bristles and deep-pressed dimples on her cheeks, and childly and coquettishly allowed herself to be carried into the house. Despite the fact that she had other plans, and a couple of minutes ago she hurried into the garden, in her old tree hut to make a gift to her younger brother there. This hut was once built long ago, having left a good memory of himself, beloved grandfather Andrew Miri, who kept a small tobacco shop in Direville.