In one small town there lived a boy, his name was Vanya. His family was small-father-Oleg, Mother-Galina, and he himself.

It was winter. Then one day I went to the van to walk. He came to the lake and saw the lake frozen. He tried to throw a stone into the lake. The ice cracked. Vanya realized that the ice is thin. Tired of him throwing stones and he went home. He came home and ate and went to bed.

The next day he comes back to the lake. Sees the ice kind of weird. He took a thick stick and hit the ice. The stick caught fire, the van only had time to throw it. From the sticks left but smoke. "Carried" – thinks Vanya. He ran home scared. He ran home and told his parents. Dad tells him:

– Maybe you thought everything, Vanya.

–I agree with you, mom said to dad.

Vanya ate and went to bed. He lies in bed and thinks – "Maybe I really thought? We'll have to go there tomorrow." He thought so, thought and thought and eventually fell asleep.

Vanya wakes up the next day. He ate everything and went to that lake. He comes to the lake. Sees an ordinary lake and thinks– " what's wrong here?". He took the stick again, only to have another, the same fat which was the same. As he knocks on the ice and the stick instantly frozen. Vanya thought – " Maybe again it seemed?". Took another stick, same thing happened to her. Then he went into the forest, he would not get lost, because he knew all the paths in the forest. He went into the forest. He sees trees as trees, approached the van to one tree, and the tree as he would say-

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