Chapter II

An Orange Socks.
The rays of the Sun woke a little Seraphim. He looked at how they were playing on the wall a bit and yawning to begin to get got up. Pleasant smell of fried eggs spread through the house. And this morning Seraphim decided not to put on get dressed (to put on what? alway say what he/she put on) and ran in his pajamas to the kitchen. 'Good morning mom!' cried Seraphim. Mother kissed his hair that looked like the hair of a little lion. 'Why don't you put on your slippers?' asked mother. 'Let me think' said Seraphim sniffing. 'Where can (or could) I hide them?' he said to himself. He liked hiding his favourite things, but then he often forgot where this these secret places were. And he didn't say a word and to walked slowly to his room.
No sooner had he entered the room then he remembered that he put the slippers on the window sill in order to they could for them to look out off the window and wouldn't miss him in the morning. But there were no the slippers. Instead of them ones there were some beautiful fluffy orange socks that looked like valenki without soles. Seraphim grabbed them and ran to the kitchen. He took a step and heard that somebody sneezed behind him. He turned, but no one was in his room. Seraphim only felt light tickling and soft breeze around his body. In a second Dzhep-rif-rink appeared in front of him.
'How do you get it?' asked Seraphim rather bravely. He wasn't afraid, because he had already seen such dwarfs in books and cartoons many times. And he thought if he read and saw them, sooner or later he would certainly.meet them certainly. 'When I'm touching you I become like you' said Dzhep-rif-rink in a funny tone. 'What is your real height?' wondered Seraphim. 'I'm tiny. I need to touch my mom or dad and I will be myself' answered Dzhep-rif-rink. 'How interesting' said Seraphim smiling. He was a (the) kind and sociable boy. And he was always glad to meet with new friends. At last he noticed his slippers on Dzhep-rif-rink. 'Does it mean your socks?' Seraphim asked in a sad tone. 'Yes. I'm sorry, I take your thing without permission. I suggest that I like your slippers you like my socks. I dream to have many different sleaippers. But I have no!'said Dzhep-rif-rink in a melancholy tone. 'I want to change my toys every day!' said Seraphim dreamily.'Seraphim!' called his mother. 'When can we meet again?' wanted to know Seraphim. 'I live in violets' answered Dzhep-rif-rink.'Do you live in violets what that are there is on my window sill? But why can't coudn't  I see you before?'cried Seraphim amusedly. Dzhep-rif-rink had no time to answer,because Seraphim's mother came into his room.