My friends really wanted a boy and his name was even invented - Vasya, but God gave them to the girl. Girl have turned pretty and they called it Vasilisa the passport, and was called Vasya. So goes one winter Vasilisa with her mother on the bus, sitting in front of a granny. Vasilisa hair under a cap. Old lady, touched by the contemplation of the lovely Vasilisa, says:
- Oh, what a beautiful boy.
Vasilisa it hurt:
- I'm not a boy, I'm a girl.
- Oh, what a beautiful girl. And how's your name?
Vasilisa quite some answers: