Oh, the clock has frozen again and time has stopped!
In these moments, Liza felt painfully lonely, and to keep from falling into despair, the girl talked to the clock:
How fun the kids in the yard have, starting all sorts of games. Boys in the sandbox build residential neighborhoods with garages and gas stations. Girls walk around in groups with little bags that hold lots of trinkets with secrets. These secrets the girls make up on the go, but for some reason they never share them with me. Why?
The girl wiped away a tear and sighed.
Bong!
Liza startled at the unexpected sound. This ringing came from the clock.
Bong! — it repeated again, — Bong-dem, we know each other, I'm the hand!
And out of the clock came a thin, small beauty.
Your sad thoughts make my legs heavy, and I cannot move. Why are you crying?
No one wants to be friends with me, — Liza sighed, — They don't find me interesting.
Do you find them interesting?
No.
You've answered your own question. That means you need to stop being sad, stop tormenting yourself with worries, and find activities and friends that match your interests.
What kind of interests?
Oh, life exists not just in your yard, girl. Open your eyes wider, and let's go get to know the vast world. Look up at this boundless sky, what do you see?
So many beautiful, different birds!
Let's dive into the ocean, what's here?
Amazing little fish!
And now we're in the forest, by the river, in the desert, on an ice floe.
Liza's breath was taken away by the discoveries; everything around seemed so interesting that she wanted to stay in one place longer and get to know the world, uncovering the real secrets of nature.
But then the girl found herself back in the living room, the clock on the wall ticking quietly, and before her lay an open book with bright pictures of countries of the world.
Thank you, hand, — Liza whispered, — I understand now.
