Trouble

Frederick woke up from the fact that he dreamed that it was raining, but he could not understand in any way - how could it rain in his house? After all, even in a dream, he remembered exactly that he had fallen asleep in his bed, only, against his habit, he did not turn from side to side before going to bed, but fell asleep instantly, just like in his youth. I was tired yesterday, probably, I had to work very hard that day. So it overcame quickly. "But where does this damn rain come from?" - Frederick thought again and finally opened his eyes.

At this time, his daughter again took a mouthful of cold water from a mug and sprinkled it right in his face.

“What do you allow yourself, Maria?! “Friedrich shouted at her, gasping for air like a fish on land.

“Get up, father, we were robbed!” choking with tears, she said.

“What are you talking about?! Who was robbed? Where? Speak more clearly and please stop splashing cold water on me!”