Ten years ago, I just moved to a small provincial town from the metropolitan metropolis. People here were completely different. On the one hand, they knew each other and constantly lied to who had happened, on the other, some indifference prevailed. I went somehow in the yard of an apartment building. I look, sits near the platform with a trash can a boy, dirty, thin. Sitting and sobbing. People pass by, no one pays attention to it. And he looks four to five years, no more. Well, it’s not normal when a child of this age is on the street. I decided to approach and find out what happened. Walking past the entrances, she asked the grandmother: – You don’t know whose boy is and why he cries? – These are the wolf’s janitors. She probably locked the door, and he can’t get home.

This is how the grandmothers waved from me and continued their conversation about some neighbor, who went into the entrance yesterday with a new gentleman before them. I came to the boy, sat down with him on the curb and asked: – Are you Vova? “Yes,” he reluctantly answered. – Vovo, did you happen? Why are you crying? -I want to eat … And my mother, my mother sleeps, I wandered it yesterday in the morning, she did not woke up, this morning she sleeps too, and I want to eat. The wolf shed tears and leaned against me. I hugged the boy and thought that a person could not sleep for so long. – Vovo, what did my mother not get out of bed yesterday? – No. And at night, too. It was urgent to sound anxiety, something happened to the woman. But first I decided to feed the wolf. – Wow, sit here, don’t go.

Now I’ll get to the store and bring you something to eat. The boy nodded and continued to sock. I quickly went to a mini-market across the road, bought milk, bread and sausages. The wolf was in place when I returned. He so eagerly bit the unclassified sausage that I was even scared. And now let’s go, wake up and feed your mom. Vova took my hand and led it home. The door to the apartment was not locked. The woman lay on the bed, face to the wall. I touched her hand, she was cold, as I predicted … I called “an ambulance” and police. The doctors suggested that it was an info, the woman did not feel anything, everything happened in a dream, two or three ago. The wolf was taken to the shelter.

For several days I could not sleep or eat, I thought of this unhappy boy. Two days in the apartment with … even the tongue does not return to talk about it, though he did not understand anything then. It is good that the door was open and he was able to go out! Why did no one pay attention to the small child on the street? Why didn’t the woman start looking at work? I have taken care of. It was not included in my plans, but I could not remain indifferent, because for why was the wolf sent to me from above? Or I am? It doesn’t matter. Now my foster son has graduated from nine classes, and for one five! He plans to go to the tenth, prepares the exams in advance to go to the institute. Vova wants to be a doctor, he says he will save people.