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  • Clara2

  • Clara was walking around the garden.
  • She was thinking about her granny, about uncle Roger adn his prickly bristle, about a story she had just read.
  • Suddenly she heard a weird sound.
  • It was coming from the small cosy arbour.
  • Clara came to the arbour and cautiously looked into.
  • There was a little girl shedding so bitterly that Clara just couldn't leave her alone.
  • - Why are you crying? - she asked.
  • The girl stoped crying and stared at Clara.
  • Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes swelled, her dress was absolutely rumpled and one stoking was torn.
  • - What's happend?
  • - asked Clara again in a such soothing voice she was able to do.
  • - Nothing,- answered the girl, stopping criying.
  • She inquisitevly looked at Clara. - I know you!
  • - she exclamed suddenly, so unexpectedly that Clara sprang back.
  • - You are queer Clara!
  • - Not more queer than you, - sniffed Clara.
  • - Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to offend you, - sad girl in a timid voice, - but all my friends call you this way.
  • - I don't care about it.
  • Why were you crying?
  • - Clara repeated again.
  • - I was just upset.
  • Suddenly they heard indistinct patting and rustling of grass.

Әр сөйлемді дұрыстауға көмектесіңізші - English