Pants leg.

- Mamaaa! The pant leg is torn! My pant leg tore! Mother! Do you hear? Pants leg!

Out of breath, Anya hastily dragged her bicycle across the yard to her mother.

- Pants leg! - the girl panted with her last breath.

The woman looked up at the girl, squinted her eyes and, after hesitating, asked:

- Pants leg?

- Pants leg!

- What trouser leg?

- This! — the girl pointed to the torn leg of her wide jeans, but her mother didn’t look there.

- What is a trouser leg?

“Well, the one on the pants...” Anya pointed down again, but the woman ignored the gesture this time too.

- What pants? — She looked carefully into the eyes of the excited girl.

- Maam, are you kidding me? Pants, the ones I'm wearing.

“You don’t have any pants and never have.”

The girl, unable to bear it, stomped her foot:

- I don’t understand your jokes at all!

- What jokes? What are jokes?

Tears began to well up in the girl’s eyes, she clenched her fists and began to turn the bike back, but her mother shouted:

- Wait!

Anya stopped and looked into her mother’s attentive, slightly cloudy eyes.

- Girl, who are you?

- Pants leg! It's torn!

Anya burst into tears.