Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.

But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.
“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me...
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know. .

The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.

And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.

Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.

In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!

And you just need to call that person.

The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...

The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...

Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.

An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...

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Real Mom

Hello, is this the lost and found office? asked a childish voice.
- Yes baby. Have you lost something?
- I lost my mother. Isn't it with you?
- What kind of mother is she?
- She is beautiful and kind. And she also loves cats.
- Yes, just yesterday we found one mother, maybe it’s yours. Where are you calling from?
- From orphanage No. 3.
- Okay, we will send your mother to your orphanage. Wait.
She entered his room, the most beautiful and kindest, and in her hands was a real live cat.
- Mother! – the baby shouted and rushed to her. He hugged her with such force that his fingers turned white. - My mommy!!!

….Artem woke up from his own scream. He had such dreams almost every night. He put his hand under the pillow and pulled out a photograph of the girl. He found this photo a year ago on the street during a walk. Now he always kept it under his pillow and believed that it was his mother. In the darkness, Artyom peered into her beautiful face for a long time and, unnoticed by himself, fell asleep...

In the morning, the head of the orphanage, Angelina Ivanovna, as usual, went around the rooms with the pupils to wish everyone a good morning and pat each baby on the head. On the floor near Artemka’s crib, she saw a photograph that fell out of his hands at night. Picking it up, Angelina Ivanovna asked the boy:
- Artemushka, where did you get this photo?
- Found it on the street.
- And who is it?
“My mother,” the baby smiled and added, “she is very beautiful, kind and loves cats.”
The manager immediately recognized this girl. The first time she came to the orphanage was last year with a group of volunteers. She must have lost her picture here. Since then, this girl has often visited various institutions in the hope of obtaining permission to adopt a child. But, according to local bureaucrats, she had one significant drawback: she was unmarried.
“Well,” said Angelina Ivanovna, “since she is your mother, then this completely changes things.”
Entering her office, she sat down at the table and waited. Half an hour later there was a timid knock on the door:
- Can I come to you, Angelina Ivanovna? - And the same girl from the photo appeared at the door.
- Yes, come in, Alina.
The girl entered the office and placed a thick folder with documents in front of the manager.
“Here,” she said, “I collected everything.”
- Okay, Alina. I have to ask a few more questions, that’s how it’s supposed to be, you know... Do you realize what responsibility you’re taking on? After all, a child is not about playing for two hours, it is about life.
“I understand everything,” Alina exhaled, “I just can’t live in peace, knowing that someone really needs me.”
“Okay,” the manager agreed, “when do you want to see the children?”
“I won’t look at them, I’ll take any child you offer,” Alina said, looking the manager straight in the eyes.
Angelina Ivanovna raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“You see,” Alina began to explain confusingly, “real parents don’t choose their child... they don’t know in advance how he will be born....” beautiful or ugly, healthy or sick... They love him as he is. I also want to be a real mom.
“This is the first time I’ve met such an adoptive parent,” Angelina Ivanovna smiled, “however, I already know whose mother you will become.” His name is Artem, he is 5 years old, his own mother abandoned him in the maternity hospital. I'll bring it now if you're ready.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Alina said in a firm voice, “show me my son.”
The manager left and after 5 minutes returned, leading a little boy by the hand.
“Artemochka,” Angelina Ivanovna began, “meet this...
- Mother! – Artyom shouted. He rushed to Alina and clung to her so that his fingers turned white. - My mommy!
Alina stroked his tiny back and whispered:
- Son, son... I'm with you..
She looked up at the manager and asked:
- When can I pick up my son?
- Usually, parents and children gradually get used to each other, first they communicate here, then they take them away for the weekend, and then for good, if everything is in order.
“I’ll take Artem right away,” Alina said firmly.
“Okay,” the manager waved her hand, “tomorrow is still a weekend, you can take it, and come on Monday and we’ll fill out all the documents as expected.”
Artem was just happy. He held his mother's hand and was afraid to let her go even for a second. Teachers and nannies were fussing around... some were collecting his things, others simply stood aside and wiped their eyes with handkerchiefs.
- Artemushka, goodbye. Come visit us,” Angelina Ivanovna said goodbye to him.
“Goodbye, I’ll come,” Artem answered.
When they said goodbye to everyone and went outside, he finally decided to ask his new mother the most important question:
- Mother…. do you like cats?
“I love it, I have two of them at home,” Alina laughed, gently squeezing her tiny palm in her hand.
Artem smiled happily and walked to his house.

Angelina Ivanovna looked out the window after Alina and Artemka were leaving. Then she sat down at her desk and started calling somewhere.
- Hello, Heavenly Office? Please accept the application. Client's name: Alina Smirnova. Category of merit: the highest, gave happiness to the child... send everything that is required in such cases: boundless happiness, mutual love, good luck in everything, etc.... Well, of course, the ideal man, she is not married... Yes, I understand that there are few of them left, a shortage, but this is an exceptional case. Yes, and don’t forget the endless cash flow, it will be very useful to her... the baby should eat well ... Have you sent everything yet? Thank you.

The courtyard of the orphanage was filled with soft sunlight and joyful children's cries. The manager put down the phone and went to the window. She loved to stand for a long time and look at her babies, spreading her huge snow-white wings behind her...

P.s. You may not believe in angels, but angels believe in you.

Hello. Please check my essay.
Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy...
Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.
But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.
“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me...
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.
The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.
And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.
Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.
In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!
And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...
The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...
Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.
An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...
Essay based on the text by Georgieva S.
(Alyosha entered...)
In this test, the author S. Georgiev raises the problem of attention to people of the older generation. Alyosha, the hero of the passage, accidentally dialed someone else’s phone number “neatly” written on the inside wall of the telephone booth. The room belonged to an old man, a participant in the Great Patriotic War. After communicating with the boy, the old man’s “husky” voice became “ringing, young and cheerful.”
The author's position is not difficult to determine: older people need attention from their children and grandchildren, to show interest in what they have done in life. They deserve to be treated with care and respect, as they have done a lot for people.
I share the author's point of view. Indeed, in our time, practically no one needs older people. We, the younger generation, forget about them. Sometimes going to the movies with friends or working out is more important to us. And they are patiently waiting for our arrival.
As an example, I would like to give the example of L.N. Tolstoy’s fable “The Old Grandfather and Granddaughters.” The husband and wife treated grandfather with disdain: they assigned him a place behind the stove and did not allow him to sit at the table. Their son, looking at them, began to make a wooden tub from which he would feed his parents in old age. The husband and wife realized that their behavior was setting a bad example for their son, and they changed their behavior.
Another example is K. Paustovsky’s story “Telegram”. Katerina Petrovna lives alone in the village, Nastya, her daughter, lives in the city. The old woman did not see her daughter for three years. When the daughter came to her mother, it was already too late; Katerina Petrovna died.
I am sincerely grateful to the author of the text for once again making me think about the problem of attention to older people.

Essay Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy... Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth. But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number. “I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking? It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself: “It’s me...” The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder. - Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right? ... Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize. - How are you doing at school? “At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha. The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse. - You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know. The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”. And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize. The phone was picked up immediately. - Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them! - Wounds? ... - Alyosha was horrified. - I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good. Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver. In the evening, Alyosha, as if by chance, casually asked his father: - Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? - “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it and called it the “Black Death.” - And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him? Father squeezed Alyosha's hand. - If only my father were alive... He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life! And you just need to call that person. The old man's voice was almost cheerful. - Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby? - Fine! - Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. - How about you, please tell me. The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs. - Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things. -Have you seen tanks during the war? - Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it was once... The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem as if it was not an old man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha the Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit... Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name. An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk! ... We should probably at least warn you first... Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number. - It's you? ... - the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. - I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs? ... Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...

Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy...
Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.
But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.
“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me…
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.
The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.
And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.
Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.
In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!
And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...
The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...
Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.
An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...

Alyosha entered the telephone booth and dialed Slavkin’s number. Busy...
Having nothing else to do, Alyosha began to look at the numbers carelessly written and scratched on the inside wall of the booth.
But this one, away from everyone else, is written neatly. Without knowing why, Alyosha suddenly dialed this strange number.

“I’m listening,” the telephone receiver suddenly spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. - I’m listening, who’s talking?
It was still possible, without saying a word, to quickly press the lever, but Alyosha unexpectedly said to himself:
- It's me…
The invisible man was not surprised at all, quite the contrary. His voice somehow immediately warmed up and became louder.
- Hello, baby! I'm very glad you called. I was waiting for your call, baby... You're in a hurry as always, right?..
Alyosha didn’t know what to answer. That person, of course, mistook him for someone else; he had to immediately tell him about it and apologize.
- How are you doing at school?
“At school... it’s fine...” muttered Alyosha.
The interlocutor apparently felt something; his voice again became as hoarse.
- You're probably going to the pool now? Or to the studio? You're running, right? Well, run! Thanks for calling. I wait every day, you know.
The whole next day Alyosha thought about the man who was really looking forward to a call from some “baby”.
And Alyosha decided to call again to apologize.
The phone was picked up immediately.
- Hello, baby! Thank you for not forgetting your grandfather! Maybe you can come by sometime? You know, I hardly go out... My wounds, damn them!
“Wounds?..” Alyosha was horrified.
- I told you, baby. You really were still just a little kid, you probably forgot everything? I was wounded when I was still flying on Ilyukha the Humpbacked. Yes, you called, and it makes me feel better. I'm feeling really good.
Alyosha suddenly realized that he simply could not tell this old, battle-wounded man that he was talking to a deceiver.
In the evening, Alyosha casually and casually asked his father:
- Dad, what is “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”?
- “Ilyukha the Humpbacked”? This is the kind of plane that was used during the war - the Il-2 attack aircraft. The Germans were terribly afraid of it, they called it the “Black Death”.
– And if my grandfather had not died in the war, would we often go to see him?
Father squeezed Alyosha's hand.
- If only my father were alive...
He said nothing more, a big and strong man. And Alyosha thought that the grandfather of this unknown “baby” could also have died. But the “baby” is amazingly, simply incredibly lucky in life!
And you just need to call that person.
The old man's voice was almost cheerful.
- Well, now every day is a holiday! What's up, baby?
- Fine! – Alyosha answered unexpectedly for himself. – How are you, please tell me.
The old man was very surprised. Apparently, he’s not used to anyone being interested in his affairs.
- Yes, everything is still the same for me. Things are old people's things.
-Did you see tanks during the war?
- Tanks? I covered them from the air. Eh, baby, it happened once...
The old man’s hoarse voice became clear, young and cheerful, and it began to seem that it was not an elderly man sitting in an empty old man’s apartment, but a combat pilot flying his formidable plane. And the battle is all around, on the ground and in the sky. And far below, a tiny tank, like a bug, is heading towards the enemy. And only he, the pilot of the formidable Ilyukha-Humpbacked, can still save this little one from a direct hit...
Uncle Volodya, Alyoshka’s neighbor from the ninth floor, worked in the police. Coming to him in the evening, Alyosha confusedly told everything, and the next day the neighbor brought Alyosha a small piece of paper with his address and last name.
An old pilot lived not very far away, six stops by bus. When Alyosha approached his house, he became thoughtful. After all, the old pilot still thinks that he talks to his grandson every day. Maybe, having learned the truth, he won’t even want to talk!.. We should probably at least warn him first...
Alyosha went into the telephone booth and dialed the number.
“Is that you?” the boy heard a familiar voice on the phone. – I immediately realized that it was you... Are you calling from that machine downstairs?.. Get up, I opened the door. Let's meet, grandson...