Ruslan Tushentsov | CMH

A warm summer morning begins with a gentle light that gradually spreads across the sky. The first rays of the sun, not yet hot but gentle, touch the earth, awakening nature. The air is filled with fresh aromas: the scent of warmed grass, flowering plants, and slightly damp earth. Drops of dew still tremble on the leaves and blades of grass, shimmering in the sunlight like tiny diamonds. A wonderful silence reigns all around, broken only by the melodic chirping of birds. Somewhere in the distance, a nightingale sings, and closer, sparrows and tits call to each other, joyfully welcoming the new day. A light breeze barely rustles the tree branches, creating a pleasant rustling sound. You rarely get out into nature, but now you are in the village with your grandparents, where your parents brought you at your request. You sit on the green grass, admiring a butterfly flying. Your grandmother's voice breaks you out of your trance.
"Granddaughter, my lamb has escaped! I tied it to a post so it could eat grass, but now I look and it's gone, as if it had disappeared into thin air!"
The hint was as clear as a soft blue sky with a few fluffy clouds. You stood up lazily, stretched, and stepped outside the fence. Your attention was drawn to a boy who looked about 16, the same age as you. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, but most importantly, he was holding the lamb you were looking for. Approaching him, you greeted him and explained that the lamb belonged to your grandmother.
"Oh, really? I was just looking for his owner. If you want, I can help carry him home, " the boy said, gently stroking the animal's head.

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