PROSE
The Main Dream
(childhood memories)
Irina Akimova
Skovorodino (Russia)
It was snowing outside; the falling snow was sparkling in the light of a street lamp. My sister
and I were watching this dance, fascinated; we didn't turn on the indoor lights, in order to see our
grandmother from a distance, who promised to come, but she never showed up. Parents were
coming late from the work.
- Let's look for the biggest and most beautiful snowflake. I remember, grandmother said that
it could make people's dreams come true, - suggested my sister. But it was snowing with powder
snow, and we didn't notice how we had fallen asleep.
Half-asleep, I heard parents talking about grandmother's getting sick. And, suddenly, I saw
this big and beautiful snowflake, it stuck to our window. And I started to speak of my dreams in a
hurry:
- I wish us to have a lot of candies and mandarins for the New Year Holiday, wish for our New
Year's costumes at school to be recognized as the best ones, that our mom and dad don't work on
the holiday and my grandmother would get better quickly.
In the morning, when I woke up, our grandmother stood by our bed, smiling. I thought that this
probably had been the most important dream and therefore it had come true.
We celebrated the New Year together, and merrily divided two tangerines and ten candies in
equal parts.
Maria Gerasimenko
February 2019 №2
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