The maid took pity and fed the orphan while the masters were away. The returned wealthy couple did not believe their eyes.

Yulia Antonovna had long served in the Grigoryev household—Vladimir and Lyudmila. Today the masters had gone somewhere, and the maid, having finished all her chores around the house, sat down to rest by the window. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a little boy on the street. Skinny and clad in tattered clothes, he was wandering along the fence of their property.

“Perhaps he’s hungry,” sighed Yulia Antonovna, feeling pity for the unfortunate child. Glancing at the huge clock in the living room, she decided that the couple wouldn’t return anytime soon and stepped out into the yard.

“What’s your name?” she asked softly, addressing the boy who was carefully watching the street. “Vasya,” he replied, giving her a wary look from beneath his disheveled bangs. “Well then, Vasya, come with me. I’ll feed you some fresh apple pie,” the woman offered, and the boy, without hesitation, followed her. His stomach had been rumbling from hunger for a long time—he hadn’t eaten anything that day.

In the kitchen, Yulia Antonovna carefully cut an impressive slice of pie with a knife and placed a plate in front of the hungry little one.

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“Oh, it’s so delicious!” Vasya exclaimed, greedily biting into the soft pastry. “My mother used to bake a pie just like this once!” “And where is your mother?” the woman asked cautiously. The boy paused, stopped chewing, and sadly lowered his eyes. “I’ve been looking for her for a long time… She disappeared,” he murmured softly. “Eat, eat,” Yulia Antonovna gently encouraged him. “You’ll find your mother, I’m sure you will.”

At that moment, the front door creaked, and Vladimir and Lyudmila entered the house. The maid flinched at the sound of the footsteps.

“And who do we have here as our guest?” Vladimir asked in surprise as he peered into the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw the boy. “Who did you bring in, Yulia?” he said sternly to the maid. “This child is looking for his mother; he’s hungry, and I decided to feed him,” the woman replied calmly, shrugging her shoulders.

“So now you’re feeding all sorts of strays? And our opinion no longer matters to you?” the master of the house protested.

Hearing these words, Vasya began to cry. “I’m going to leave now,” he mumbled, putting the half-eaten piece of pie back on the plate.

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Then Lyudmila intervened: “Wait, boy,” she said softly. “Tell me, where are you from? Where did you lose your mother?”

Lyudmila had always been gentler than her husband. Sometimes Vladimir would scold her for being overly kind, but he had never succeeded in changing her nature.

“I live with my grandfather, but he’s mean. He’s always scolding me for something, and sometimes he even hits me. I ran away from him,” Vasya confessed, and he pulled from the pocket of his old, ragged trousers a yellowed photograph.

“These are my parents. We used to live together,” said the boy, wiping away his tears with his hand as he handed the photo to the homeowners.

Lyudmila, taking the photo in her hands, froze…In the photo was her daughter, Varya! “Look, Volodya, it’s our girl!” she exclaimed, trembling as she passed the photo to her husband.

Vladimir reluctantly took the photo. “Vasya, how did you come by this photo?” he asked in surprise.

“I stole it from my grandfather. On the other side is an address, so I came here. I thought maybe my mother lives here,” the boy answered as he calmed down. “Grandpa always says that my mother is like a cuckoo who abandoned me. But I don’t believe him!”

“It can’t be! It can’t be!” Lyudmila repeated, recalling how their daughter Varya had once run away with a Gypsy named Manush. For several years they hadn’t heard from her, and then she returned, only to be involved in an accident soon after. That day became a nightmare for them, after which they were left completely alone in these huge mansions.

“And where is your father?” Vladimir asked. “And my father is gone. He was buried six months ago,” Vasya cried once more.

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The pair was stunned. They had found a grandson! Tired of loneliness, they decided to keep the boy with them.

“You know, little one, we’ll take you to your room,” said Lyudmila. “And will my mother come?” asked Vasya. “Your mother is now with your father,” the woman replied sadly.

Vasya paled.

After a while, the couple finalized the adoption documents. The boy’s grandfather did not object upon learning that his grandson could be taken in by affluent people.

Yulia Antonovna was delighted. Thanks to that day when she met the little one, the homeowners became happy. In time, Vasya was no longer the destitute, hungry stray. Instead, he became a well-dressed boy, aware of proper manners, with a loving family.

How to remove set-in grease stains from laundry

Grease stains are among the most stubborn to get rid of. Sometimes, if the piece of clothing that got greased isn’t the newest one or one of our favorite, we can just get rid of it by throwing it in the trash, but if we are attached to it, we’ll do everything to save it and wear it again and again.

One way to get rid of the grease stains, which is apparently a very practical one and makes wonders, is using Dawn Platinum Erasing Dish Foam.

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And somehow it does make sense. If the dish foam cuts through grease, then what stops it from cutting through the grease left on a fabric?

Using it for this specific purpose is a straightforward process. You simply put it directly on the stain, leave it for around 5 minutes or more, and then wash it with your usual detergent. In case the grease is very stubborn, repeat the process more than once.

What’s best about this method is that it treats grease stains on various materials, including cotton, jeans, and polyester. It also works on old stains.

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If you are to try this on delicate fabrics, do a patch test just to make sure the piece of clothing won’t get ruined.

This is an excellent trick that can save you time when doing the laundry, especially if that’s an activity you are not fond of.

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