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No, I do remember – I remember how I carried those three roubles I’d found to the bin. The three rouble note is green and rustles temptingly. I have to make it to the bin. I would have run, but I’m too small. So I just move my legs quickly.
The chase is already closing in. Granny had heard that pleasant green rustle, too.
“Three roubles!” she shouts hoarsely. “That’s money! Stop!”
I hurry to the bin. Granny’s hurrying, too: there are people around, it’s unseemly to run. But in the evening the park is quite empty. Nobody watches as I win my first victory. Granny is catching up, the distance narrows mercilessly, and – there is it, the bin! And like a basketball through the ring, I pop the green paper right into the target, into the gaping black hole.
“Eh, you rascal!” says Granny, hot
