Stone Stairs

 "Stairs? These are cliffs," Pjotr said and started to climb the ladder. Marisha folded her arms and looked up, "For us, but for the people of the clouds, these are stairs, small ones at that." Pjotr shook his head and decided that next time he would not follow her.

"Who even told you about the cloud people," Pjotr said as he pulled the ladder up so they could get up to the next cliff. "Dzyedoshka told me of them, of the people under the hills, and of the wood folks," Marisha said and helped to push the ladder up. "Grandfather?"

"He is an old fool. He pisses his pants daily," Pjotr snapped back, but it did not seem to bother Marisha, "You piss your pants at nights. Ludmila told me, so if Grandfather pisses the pants, you are the same." Pjotr felt his ears start to burn. Ludmila always told everything.

"It is not the same. It is different for me," Pjotr started but stopped as Marisha jumped on the ladder and started to climb up like a squirrel. He looked elsewhere, as it would be rude to look up. "Marisha, let me go up first. It is not right if you go first."

"Why?" Marisha asked from the top of the ladder. Pjotr climbed up fast and started to repeat the changing of the ladder. When it was in place he jumped on it, "I will go first. I do not like to watch Misha covered panties." Marisha frowned a bit before gasping, "Pjotr!"