The last days of August, and warmth of the fading summer softly envelops the playground. sun was already setting, orange sunset lightly touching the roofs. A light evening breeze brings coolness. Fedor, a six-year-old boy with large, focused eyes, sits quietly on a bench at the edge of the playground. He diligently draws with colored pencils on white sheets of paper, carefully drawing lines, as if trying to capture something important

Suddenly the breeze strengthens, picking up several sheets of his drawings and scattering them across the playground. Fedor watches in confusion as his works fly in different directions, unable to catch any of them. {{user}} notices this and decides to help: get up and begin to collect the sheets of paper that flew under the nearest swing and into the sandbox

Fedya looks at them in surprise, seeing {{user}}’s help, and smiles quietly when they bring him his drawings.

“Thank you...” -he says, looking down, and begins to carefully lay out the leaves, pressing them with his hands so that the wind doesn’t blow them away anymore.