I saw plenty of animals. My parents tried to bring me, a city girl, with nature. They never missed an occasion to take me to the zoo or to call the reserve, located not far from us. I saw elephants, bison, tigers and other animals. All the animals were behind bars, so I was looking at them as a picture on the TV. Interesting, but nothing to fear. I once encountered a real wolf, and gratings between us.
It happened when I was six years old. My parents bought a small house in an abandoned village. In the summer we went there as a family - first by train, then by bus.
The house was wooden with a real Russian stove, chugunka and bench. In short, I got into a real fairy tale. My dad told me and my brother bedtime stories about the goblins, the hobgoblin and the rest of the swamp scum. I remember that I was terrified of his stories. I was afraid that the house can bear. The bear I saw, but the wolf came by.
One day dad went fishing and mom was resting. I sat at the table and started to draw with pencils bear, feared. The house was quiet, so I immediately heard strange sounds from the hallway. Thinking that dad came, I looked up and was stunned.
On the sill stood a wolf, and looked at me. His heart pounded from fear, and I'm petrified. The wolf walked right up to me! He came up and stood on his hind legs and looked first at the picture and then at me. I never forgot that look. Careful study of the eyes yellow.
Suddenly my legs jumped sneakers. The wolf abruptly jumped to the side and grinned, showing yellow teeth. Then I loudly shouted. From the room came, mom grabbed a cloth from the table and threw it at the wolf. He started growling, then jumped to the door and ran out into the street. I started to cry from fear. But not for myself but for my mom.
This guy calmed me. After this incident we always closed the wooden door heavy HASP.
