Klatina, and she had

Once upon a time, there was a little girl in the family of a nobleman. Her name was Klatina, and she had just turned ten years old. As she was a noble girl, she did not worry about it. The housekeeper made all the arrangements for her, and the maid took care of all the things for her. Nothing was left behind. One day, the Duke and duchess went out. In a hurry, the duchess left her money and her sister, Cristina, who was only five years old, and took her maid and housekeeper with her. It was too bad for Klatina. The long life of food and clothing had left her confused, not to mention caring for a younger sister. "Adults think I'm lazy. I already know that. Now I have to prove to others that I'm not lazy." Large aqua blue eyes reveal a determined gaze. First, she had to put her sister to bed. The inexperienced Klatina placed her in the cradle like a maid, rocking her with her hand and humming softly, her eyes darting to the door. How she wished someone would help her. It was not easy to coax her sister to sleep. She carefully walked out of the room and sighed: "This is just done. But I think that's probably the most tiring thing." Then it was time for her to cook her own lunch. Poor Chlitina knew nothing about cooking. The Duchess herself had taught her, but the food was either undercooked or burnt; It's either tasteless or salty as hell. "God have mercy on me," whispered Clebitina. "What can I do? I guess I have to hope I'm full." After a "delicious" lunch, Kristina dragged her tired body back to her room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep... Soon it was afternoon, and it was time for Klatina to take her sister to the garden. After their sleep, they were both in the pink. And laughing all the way, they trotted into the garden. Billowing purple glow, half covered in the poplar behind, the grass from the soil out of the small head, new green, light green, green, eyes full of green. Wild flowers everywhere are swaying in the spring breeze... The two sisters were catching butterflies and smelling the flowers in the garden. Before long, they were tired. "Let's go back," said Cristina to her sister. "I want to eat." Klatina was tired of playing too. Then the sisters came to the door with the glow of the sunset. Suddenly, Klatina saw that the key was missing from the door! She quickly asked her sister: "Do you see the key hanging on the door?" "What do you need a key for?" "Said Cristina doubtfully." Let's go in." "Oh, my God, she doesn't even know the key. What can she do? But I did hang the key on the doorknob." Klatina's beautiful eyebrows were all screwed up with anxiety. Helpless, Klatina went back to the garden and looked for the key. But no matter how carefully she looked, and how carefully she looked, she could not find the key, not even a sign of it. Klatina was so worried that she almost cried. She returned helplessly to her sister, and said dejectedly; "It's over. It's only one night now." "And he sat down. As she sat down, there was a clatter of metal from her pocket. Klatina carefully removed the item from her pocket. Then she cried with excitement; 'It's the key! How did I forget that I had put the key in my pocket?" The sister was happy to see her sister and smiled herself. When they fell asleep, the moon shed her clear light, the stars blink and blink, as if to tell the story.