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It was a beautiful autumn day. Yellow and red maple leaves swirled in the air. The sun was not so bright anymore. And late, yellow apples ripened, the most delicious, which smelled in the whole neighborhood, such extraordinary French perfume, which Paris does not know and will never recognize! Staying at home on such days is impossible. I would like to kick leaves in the park and collect herbariums, see off a wedge of birds flying to the South in the sky…

So, Slipper decided to run away from home… And, I must say, her idea was a success!

While the hostess was in the kitchen baking a delicious cake, the Slipper, having straightened all her golden bows, fell from the windowsill, where she was drying in the sun from yesterday’s autumn rain – right into the heap of those very beautiful leaves! From a large number of very bright colors: yellow, red with a wonderful green overflow, the Slipper was at first in pleasant bewilderment. The leaves were soft, and Slipper admired them to her heart’s content! However, being a serious lady in black and gold shades, the Slipper with all her severity decided to stop this… not very decent… disgrace and got out of the heap of leaves!

Lacquered with her toe, gently pushing aside the leaves to see others under them, the Slipper wandered along the avenue of this Beauty of Beauty. Then I watched the boys play football. And she collected herbariums, carefully examining the colors and coloring. She picked up a whole bunch of leaves. And when he turned out to be very large, so that she could not hold him in an armful, she looked at the squirrels that were jumping over the age-old trees. The squirrels were small and fluffy and funny. Such that the Slipper opened her mouth in surprise: «Oh, like in a fairy tale!» She exclaimed. When the squirrel jumped down and, briskly grabbing the nut, jumped on a branch a little higher. But, in general, it was not a fairy tale, but just an autumn Russian park.

And then she walked past the pond and there was a bridge over which she climbed to Heaven. And then she walked on the clouds. From some of them I had to jump over to others, and from others smoothly do «Pa». And then the next cloud picked up the Slipper and easily carried it to the right over the forest, then to the left over the city. Sometimes the slipper met flocks of birds and they explained to her how best to go down or how to catch a favorable wind to ride on the clouds dashingly. The slipper loved it. Sometimes it even turned out to overtake some bird and she shouted after the Slipper: «Have a nice trip!»

When the sun illuminated the firmament with its golden sunset rays, the Slipper went down through the clouds.

The walk went well! And, with drooping gold bows, the Slipper wandered home…