Kiko rushed about his ottoman like a wounded animal or jumped up from it in the heat of an uncontrollable fit of excitement and rushed, staggering from weakness, to the exit from the room, curtained with a carpet. But - alas! - behind the carpet there was a thick oak door, tightly closed from the outside, and it was not a weak boy to break this barrier. Then, finally exhausted, he returned to his hard bed and plunged into oblivion... Artist Anna Odintsova