Luck

I quite successfully left the local disadvantaged area and went for a walk further. As it turned out, my whole adventure took no more than half an hour. Surprisingly. Well, I'm better off. So, where should I go? Maybe take a walk along the shopping malls, see what's new? Or maybe look at the artisans, and buy yourself some new tool or material? I walked without taking apart the road, hoping that while I was making up my mind, the answer would come to me by itself. So, in principle, it turned out. That's just the answer did not come, but arrived. That very unmanageable cart appeared on the horizon and I, briefly amazed that it had not been stopped for so long, wanted to dive somewhere again, as I discovered that everywhere was a dead end. Just a solid wall. No, there was still a window, but at the height of the second floor. At this point, I was scared. I frantically looked around where I could hide, and found nothing. No boxes, no cart, nothing! And the carriage is getting closer and closer. Hysteria began to rise in my throat. It's like I'm on the firing squad, only then the carriage will flatten me. I close my eyes in fear. I hear the neighing of horses, the screams of people, and also, it seems, my own funeral song. It would seem that everything is finita la comedy, but no. At the last moment, the coachman pulls on the reins with all his might, the horses finally begin to slow down, like in old cartoons, flop on their ass and drive forward by inertia until the carriage, raising a whole column of dust, stopped. I came to myself when something started breathing noisily in my face. She opened one eye and shied back in fear, banging her head against the wall. It was a horse. And I, although I know how to ride a horse, still treat this animal very carefully. They're so big, you never know what they'll come up with. And the fact that I was almost bitten by Dad's horse recently has nothing to do with it. When the dust settled, the people who ran to the noise opened up a picture of how a child, absolutely whole and unharmed, although white, like a sheet of paper, slowly walks around the wall of the breathing horses, so that then with all his might he could get away from this madhouse. It was not possible to hide this from my father. The miraculous rescue of the silver-haired boy was not washed except by a deaf person, although, remarkably, no one recognized me in person. In general, my father put me under house arrest for a month, although he planned for three. The first week was hard. And then my father had to forcibly drag me out of the house so that I could at least just get some air. For a long time, my passion for crafting could not be hidden from my father. I admit, he was not happy about it. On the other hand, although I lost the skill, I still did not lose it, so my clay figures turned out very passably. Although, he still liked the paper flowers. It turned out that I had only a little to remember all the delights of homelessness, as my father was afraid of such a sharp change in my behavior. And so, a month later, in the first month of autumn, I was again relatively left to myself. Everyone had already forgotten about the carriage incident, so I had absolutely nothing to worry about. Beauty~ During the time that I was out of town, it managed to embellish for the upcoming fair. It will be a very beautiful event that I definitely have to get to. But first... I'll buy that delicious bunch of grapes over there! The saleswoman turned out to be a very nice girl who gave me a small bag for free, where I put my precious grapes. It's time to find a place where I can enjoy it. I don't know why, but there was a small, small park in this city. It was not easy to stumble upon him, you had to know exactly where he was, otherwise you could easily turn the wrong way. But, thanks to my luck, I bumped into him again and again until I just remembered the way. There was only one bench in this park and one big tree next to it. The rest of the space was occupied by ornamental bushes and very young trees. If you think that I sat on a bench, you are deeply mistaken. I comfortably settled down on one of the wide branches of a tree, put a bag of grapes on my lap and was about to get ready to eat it when a boy ran into the park. He was disheveled, constantly looking around and flinching at every rustle. He went to the shop. I took a closer look at him. There was something vaguely familiar about him... Ah! So this is the same boy I was running away with then! And the boy himself had already approached the bench, but was in no hurry to sit on it. I looked down at him and saw that he was looking for something. - What are you looking for? - I asked, without even thinking about how it would look from the outside. The boy turned white for a second like I did not so long ago, and slowly turned in the direction of my voice. When he saw me, he exhaled. It seems that I was not the one he was looking for/running away from. The boy frowned and began to drill me with his eyes, apparently trying to figure out why I seem so familiar. And then I heard someone screaming in the distance. And not just me. My almost interlocutor twitched and grimaced as if from a headache, starting to frantically search for a place to hide. And the screams, which looked strangely like women's, were getting closer. Guided by a feeling incomprehensible to me, I put the bag on another branch, firmly fixed myself, and held out my hand to the brunette. - Get in. - Got his attention. Although he looked incredulous at first, he very quickly and firmly grabbed my outstretched palm when the girl's exclamations became very close. Unaccustomed, I almost fell, but I was able to drag him up a tree, and just in time: just as we were hiding in the branches of a tree, a flock of screaming girls ran into the park. They were dressed in colorful dresses and I would even call them beautiful, if not for one thing: their faces expressed a degree of utter stupefaction. So much so that some even foamed at the mouth, so they argued among themselves. They entered the park. I involuntarily clutched at my heart. I suddenly felt fear for my life. They were like those most inadequate female fans who would go to murder for the sake of their idol. Then one of them moved her nose through the air, giving the impression of a dog that had picked up the trail. The boy and I were sitting on the same branch, hugging each other with fear. After nedodishcheyka headed in our direction, we synchronously turned white and even held our breath. She stood right under us and tried to understand something known only to her, but apparently the answer did not satisfy her, because she suddenly howled with displeasure. The brunette and I barely stayed in place. The other girls picked up her displeased howl, which made them look like a pack of jackals that had missed their prey. One of them said something about the fact that they would still be able to catch up with someone if they ran now. I have never seen in my life that in lush floor-length dresses they ran so fast, flashing their heels. For a couple of minutes we still sat huddled up to each other, and then, as if scalded, we jumped to different sides of the tree. - I don't want to know anything about it, but if they were chasing you, then I'll say: I sympathize with you, dude. - Thank you. A... Have you been here long? - No, I just came, I wanted to eat grapes in silence, when you came running, and... these. The brunette was confused. Apparently, he was so well-mannered that he felt a little ashamed for interrupting my meal. I didn't feel anything but sympathy and stress, so I waved my hand in the style of "anyway", took a bag of grapes and said: - Will you? The boy hesitated and nodded. When he sat down next to me, I asked him what his name was after all, to which he answered me a little later: - I'm Kenne... Ken. That's how this mini adventure ended. We had a bite of grapes, talked about nothing, and then safely went about our business. However, in the end, I advised Ken to learn how to hide in the most unexpected places, to which he, making a disgruntled face, said that he would figure it out himself. And then, irritably, he turned his back to me, and, chasing a step, went without turning around, proudly lifting his chin. And I shouted after him: - Don't forget to pull the leaves out of your head! And without waiting for his reaction, she ran towards the main street. Nothing interesting happened the rest of the day. As well as the following year. No, of course, my "luck" still provided me with a bunch of life-threatening situations, from which I was not bored by the word "at all". My father complained that he would soon turn completely gray with me. Although, the color of my hair I went exactly in it. However, there were no more meetings that left a strange residue. I didn't know then that I would remember that quiet year with nostalgia, as a nice vacation.