And I got mad at her.… I'm generally angry. I'm so angry – it's just awful! I told her that she shouldn't have moved to us from Saratov. It's better to let him go back!
"And she?" Sima Korostyleva asked.
–And she said she'd leave tomorrow." And I know her, so if she said it, then she'll do it.
"What are you waiting for?" I shouted. – Run home as soon as possible and ask your grandmother for forgiveness before it's too late!
Kolya shook his head sadly.
"No, she'll never forgive me," Kolya said. "She told me so herself."
What could we do? We finished our meeting and went as a group to Kolya Lykov's house to ask his grandmother for forgiveness.
We went up the stairs and rang the doorbell. It was quiet outside the door.
"She's gone,– Kolya said. "Now I'm going too."
He sniffed, took the key out of his pocket and entered the empty apartment.
It was bad. We knew Kolya. Kolya was just like his grandmother – if he said it, then he would do it.
We rushed into the courtyard. We decided to catch up with Colin's grandmother by all means. We left Sima Korostyleva standing guard near Kolya's door.
Two old women were sitting on stools in the courtyard.