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It was winter! The young people played war outside and packed snowmen. One young man with a red hat throwing an icy spike on his head scattered the other young man's face. That's right, don't go outside to play if you don't know how to defend yourself. Probably everything would have been different many times if the little one had thrown first or gone to play in another yard. Of course, now think as if it were too late and you would not turn back what happened. Suddenly in the yard fades the fun of children, you can only hear quiet roaches. A woman runs out of the house next door and rushes to the sleeping child, who is already sleeping in the pink shades of snow. When she approached her, she pushed loudly and fell to her knees, and she loved the sleeping boy tightly. Looks like it's his mother who's surviving his son's injuries. The view is quite interesting - a mate with her son in the middle of the yard is lying right next to a large, large snowdrift, next to about 10 young people and children are standing as if frozen and hope that everything will be in order! one girl tells some aunt how it all happened that Valdemārs would not have thrown a snowball at little Pois, but in the meantime he had raised a snowman, and the pot he had put on his head had pulled his neighbor Egon out of the barn. Now I know the name of both the thrower and the injured boy. I looked up and there was an onculitis with glasses and a mustache resembling a glued wig on the window of the second floor. He smokes a cigarette and inhales one smoke, waits a moment, and blows so that even his mustache moves. And then he coughed up and shouted out loud, "Is everything all right?" Everything is in order, said once aunt and began to tell what happened. I noticed that the bustle of the farm boomed again, the children were tired of waiting and they continued to build snowmen and barricades. The yard was filled with children's laughter so loudly that even the cries that the little boy exhaled were soaked and if you don't look at it, you can't even guess that something has happened! so I watched the boys wash the snowmen, and that some boy snapped a snowdrift screaming that it was his house, and the entrance to the others here was closed. After a short time I looked at the sleeping mother and son, and realized that they were no longer sleeping, a small shoulder had come to you, and he took him by the hand and carried him home. You have looked at everyone in the yard below with a hostile look. In turn, Valdemars - a boy who innocently threw a snowball, also had to receive a punishment. His mother came and pulled behind his ear and pulled it off, and the pizduljkas would be written out, so after a while everything was gone. And there was nothing to suggest that such an incident had taken place except the rosy snow in the middle of the yard. Maybe it will make a snowman out of it, or just jump up to the sand! The next day it becomes clear what harmed the boy then! Talking to the neighbor, the boy's mother clarified what happened and how. It turns out that the boy had a broken nose ... Having gone home and stuffed his nasal rags, and in the meantime called an ambulance, the doctor put compresses or something like that on him, and when he could no longer show up outside the house for a few days! Vell a few days later the boy left the house and the farm he was a hero, he went to him and told what happened during these days as Valdemar's house arrest, as a neighbor's dog snatched a snowman brought by a little neighbor Stella. The outdoors began to slowly blowing snow, from the third floor of the window a parody of the woman's head who let go come home! and in less than an hour, all the mothers or fathers had called their children home. It is happening in a courtyard surrounded by several high-rise buildings and fences. Later in the evening, when it gets darker, young people appear on the steps of the building, who smoke and tear a joke. Now was their time to swarm in the yard! : D It just seems that this yard does not stay lonely forever, always someone doing something there. The fault of someone throwing a firewood in a barn, or chirping around his car, clearing the snow, or simply being there. In the basement live cats, who also all the time go to the playground yard, because they feel safe there! They know that dogs will not enter because all access is denied. They also know that in the morning around 8-9 aunt's gray handkerchief will bring them something to eat, or during the day if one of all the residents of the house has eaten fish, the bones will be carefully taken to the cats ... People may not know each other here, but everyone lives by the rules of the yard, which are not written anywhere. It's a daily routine! We always greet each other and say goodbye! Those who have lived in their houses since the end of time ask each other how to go, how to have a family? or just be mad at anyone who has just come here to live! researched which side to go in the morning and when it was back, that was the order. every night at 19:50 the young people went to the streets with their household rubbish and threw it in the trash can! They did it with joy, because all the boys went there not only to throw in the trash, they went to meet friends from the house on the other side. Although the character of this story is fictional, and the action itself is a bit exaggerated, the basic idea does not disappear. You probably can't give