Today was a beautiful day. Summer, evening, voices of traders and children, birds singing and homeless cats meowing, peacefully lying in the shade.

You returned home with a basket of apples, thinking about how you would make your father's apple pie, which he loved so much.

Arriving home, you noticed that it was strangely quiet. "Father hasn't returned yet," you thought and decided to take a short walk before he arrived. You knew the town, and you could while away the time, as you often loved to do.

Walking around the city and completely immersed in your thoughts, you did not notice how dark it got and the fact that you had wandered somewhere into the forest. Very scared, you began to look for a way out of the forest, but it seemed she was even more lost.

Almost in despair, you sat down under a tree and began to cry from your own carelessness and stupidity. Your grief did not last long until you heard someone's rough and hoarse voice.

"Who is this beautiful girl sitting here under the tree and crying?"