Early in the morning, Lusia woke up in her crib, from the bright sun shining in the window, and his golden, warm rays, warming up, tickled her pink, soft cheeks. Lusia and her sister Dusia, who at that time was still soundly asleep, rested in the summer with her grandmother in the village with a cheerful name-“Kolobki”. Girls every year, during the summer holidays came to visit the whole summer in a favourite village. The holidays were just beginning, and the sisters had to spend three carefree summer months visiting their grandmother.
– Kolobochki, Come for breakfast! Maria Filippovna affectionately called her granddaughter. The fresh aroma of fried pancakes was mixed all over the house, luring to a table on which the puffed-up teapot with hot water, and on the plates were tossed, in anticipation, ruddy pancakes, carefully prepared Baba Mania, -so affectionately called two sisters the beloved grandmother.
Lusia jumped from her crib, called her sister, trying to wake her, but Dusia, in no way reacting, continued to sing sweetly.
– “Sleepyhead” -cried Lusia, and barefoot, ran out of the house on the street. She ran on the green grass to the river to wash, drink pure spring water and swallow the aroma of fresh, intoxicating rustic air. The cold morning dew washed her little bare feet.
– Where are you going? Her grandmother shouted at her, but Lusia was unstoppable. She hurried to meet the sun to say hello to him and to thank him for a wonderful morning.
Lusia washed out of the creek, drank pure, spring water, plucked a few berries of fragrant strawberries, winking at her with red eyes, from under the green leaflets, and then, smiled at the bright sun, which with its warm golden rays, as if a towel wiped out droplets of water from her pale pink face.
Enjoying the nature of the early morning, suddenly, the girl heard a child crying on the side of the forest, which every time grew louder. Lusia ran to the place where she rambles sounds. In the place near the river, pine forest, on the meadow, she saw a little boy sitting near a car, like a strange flying object and wept bitterly.
– What a mamma-jamma is this? Lusia asked in surprise. Who are you? Where did you come from?
– I am not a mamma-jamma, I am a wonder-boy. I fell from the sky, replied the crying baby. My cosmolet lost its way because I hid the key and the key was gone.
The Wonder boy did not pronounce the letter “P”, it was more like the letter “L”, he was sobbing, all trembling, and yet nothing comprehended Lusia, became very sorry for a baby. She approached him, hugged him, and said:
– Do not cry, Weirdo, Lusia affectionately named a Boy fallen from the sky. Let’s get acquainted. My name is Lusia.
– I am Afraid! —The Wonder-boy was uttered in a frightened and cried again.
– Don’t be afraid, Weirdo, I’m with you, -said the girl. Oh, are you trembling?
“I am frozen,” the boy answered.
– Let’s go to my house! You need to drink some hot tea, and you’ll be warm. My grandmother baked delicious pancakes. Do you like pancakes? Lusia asked.
– Yes, I love! What’s that? -Just in case Weirdo inquired, and then ran after his savior, forgetting about Cosmolet, which is neatly located on the forest edge.
When Lusia and the Wonder-boy entered the house, Baba Mania and Dusia were sitting at the table, drinking tea and eating pancakes.
– Where are you running, Lusia? The tea has cooled down a long time, -the grandmother has addressed to granddaughter.
– Oh, who’s with you? “The surprised Dusia asked when she saw the Wonder boy. What is this mamma-jamma?
– I am not a mamma-jamma, I am a wonder-boy! – said the kid, and then looked at Lusia and added:-Lusia, I am afraid, -and showed his hand to Lusia’s sister.
– Do not be afraid of her, this is Dunyasha, my sister and she is kind-calmed the baby Lusia.
– Where did you come from? – Baba Mania asked Weirdo, and then seated him at the table, moved up to him a plate of pancakes and a vase in which was poured condensed.
– Eat, or you will be hungry? -asked a Baba Mania.
The baby eagerly braided the pancakes with a condensed milk, and all the time, as the parrot repeated:
– I am hungry! I’m hungry!
After he had crumpled a plate of pancakes, the girls washed their fallen from the sky of a friend, and dressed him in their warm clothes. The Weirdo all the time despite on there was a summer on the street. And then Baba Mania and her granddaughters began to listen to the story of the Wonder-boy, about how he found himself here and where he came from.
