last summer i went to Quba-one of the beautiful region of Azerbaijan. I went there with my friends. We spend very qood time with there.
Second day of our trip we went to the waterfull, nearby the waterfall there was a village. The very small village with some house. There lived only some family, no childrens. I saw the little girl, she sat on the stone and looked us with a sadly eyes. We have some childrens with us- my friends children. The little girl called us and said" Please, come to us. I want to play with childrens. Im alone, here are not childrens. "
I approached to her and talked with her. She was five years old and her name was Yagmur. She asked me to stay with her and to play with her. But i couldn"t, because my friends moved off from village, i had to go.
I promised her to come again and took her photo. I cant forget her, sometimes i remember Yagmur- the little girl with sad eyes in the small village ...
I would like to do something for her, but i dont know what.
