This summer I rested with my cousin Seryozha in the village of Shlyakhov. I thought that for days on end I would disappear on the pond, pick mushrooms after the rain, and maybe even in the night one would be able to visit. My brother told me how interesting it is to graze horses at night. This is the night.
Actually, it was so in the beginning: I bathed in the pond, sunbathed, but Seryozha only once managed to make me a company. He is my peer, he is twelve years old, but unlike his urban peers, he has many responsibilities. They have chickens, geese, ducks, two pigs, two goats on the farmstead – in a word, the farm is big. Parents are busy all day, and Sergei has to take part of the work in his personal subsidiary farm. It is clear now why Sergei could not entertain with me. But I soon realized that I could not rest, as I had planned, I was uncomfortable sitting idle when... my cousin was working. And I undertook to help him. Once he said: “Today we’ll go to the forest to catch hedgehogs.” Why hedgehogs are needed on the farm, Seryozha did not explain. “You’ll see everything yourself,” he said.
Catching two hedgehogs, we brought them home, and went down with them to the cellar. Put the hedgehogs on the earthen floor. Before that they were rolled into a ball. Feeling free, the hedgehogs turned around, and they began to sniff the room. “The mice got into the cellar,” Seryozha explained, “here are the hedgehogs and will catch them.” They cope better with this than any cat. ” – “But you also have a cat! Was not it easier to let her do her job?” Seryozha answered: “The cat for some reason is afraid of the cellar as a fire.” Raises such a cry when it is closed in it, that the courtyard dog Dix finds no place, and when the mice disappear, we will again release the hedgehogs. many”.