In the surroundings of the city she found one more deserted military unit with beautiful sandpit there. So in last weekend Darina put on her pink wellingtons and resolutely went straight there. She so wanted to hooligan someway in the water and in the sand, that nothing couldn't embarrass her: neither her skirt, creeping upstair constantly, nor drizzle, nor even that it turned out that some wretch have poured some diesel into the pit, so the water became iridescence when Darina was swimming.