table? – his mother bent to the boy, wiping her hand on an apron. She was baking
pies when she heard the rumble, entered the living room and saw a broken vase
and scattered candies on the floor.
The boy entered the room and shook his head, looking at his mother from
the bottom up.
- No, mommy. I was playing in my room and then heard as it fell. And…
The pies smelled so good from the kitchen!.. – said the boy sheepishly, looking
stealthily at the plate full of toasted pies.
Mum nodded to his son, told to wash his hands and sit at the table after he
puts his toys away. But when the boy was leaving the room, she added:
- Vaniusha, if you want some candies and can’t reach the table, ask your
father for help so not to drop anything. The kid nodded and hurried into the room
to put his toys away.
- Tut-tut! – mum shook her head, left in the room alone. – Sure the vase
couldn’t fall itself right from the middle of the table… How can I find the truth, if
Vanechka doesn’t tell me? Mishenka! – She called and right then the second kid
ran, into looking like Vania as two peas in a pod.
Mum told him to wash his hands and get ready for the mealtime as well,
and then asked:
- Didn’t it you drop the vase from the table unexpectedly?
- No, - the boy answered with a smile, wiping his hands on his trousers
and looking at the pies on the table.
Mum nodded to the kid and he said thoughtfully:
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