Her revenge Katya came to her desk and gasped: the desk drawer was pulled out, her new paints were thrown away, her paintbrushes were dirty, and there were puddles of brown water all over the desktop. "Alesha!" Katya called out. "Alesha!" With her hands covering her face, she bursted into tears. Alesha's round head appeared from the door frame. His cheeks and his nose were stained with the paints. "I did nothing to you!" he said quickly. Katya chased her little brother to punch him, but he jumped through the open window into the garden. "I will get my revenge!" she screamed with tears on her eyes. Alesha climbed a tree like a little monkey and hung onto the branch mocking his sister. "Such a crybaby you are! It's only the paints!" "I will make you cry, too!" she yelled. "You will cry so hard!" "Me crying?" he laughed and began to climb even higher. "Try to catch me first!" Suddenly, he stumbled and hung on the thin branch. It crackled and broke. Alesha fell. Katya run out to the garden. She momentary forgot about her ruined paints and about their fight. "Alesha!" she shouted. "Alesha!" Her little brother was sitting on the ground with his hands on his head and watched her with startled expression. "Get up! Get up!" But Alesha said nothing, just squeezed his eyes and shrank. "Can't you?" she asked, scared, and examined his knees. "Hold on to me". She put her arm around his shoulders and carefully helped him to get up. "Are you hurt?" Alesha shook his head and suddenly began to cry. "What, can't you stand?" Katya asked. He cried even harder and pressed himself closer against his sister. "I will never... ever... take your paints again!" - Originally written by V. Oseeva, 1940s