Little Masha really wanted to grow up. Highly. And how to do it, she did not know. I tried everything. And in my mother's shoes went. And in the grandmother's hood sat. And her hair, like Aunt Katya, did. And tried on the beads. And I wore the watch on hand.
Nothing happened. Only laughed at her and joked.
Once, somehow Masha decided to sweep the floor. And swept it. Yes, so well podmela that even my mother was surprised:
- Masha! Do you really become a big one?
And when Masha cleanly cleaned the dishes and dryly dried her, then not only my mother, but my father was surprised. He was surprised and at all at the table said:
"We did not notice how Maria grew up with us." Not only does the floor tick, but also the dishes wash.
Now all the little Masha is called big. And she feels herself an adult, although she walks in her tiny shoes and in a short dress. Without a hair. Without beads. Without hours.
It's not they, apparently, make big little ones.