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I am a Night Fairy

Distant childhood. I did not want to go to kindergarten. I loved the night, just like now - especially. It was dark, I had different dreams. And before that, my sister played a lullaby, "I am a Night Fairy". A special song. Perhaps this specialty is felt only by me. I dreamed of seeing a fairy. Listening to the lullaby, I imagined that a fairy girl had flown to my house to sing this lullaby, just like she did to all the children who were also going to bed. Warm memories.

[markilyinskiywriter]

I wan't write my first posts, whitch I wrote in my public on vk. Later, I clip posts in a books and did wrote it on autor Today. My books on Russian.

Name book: ,,Stories from life". About my life.

1 story - Changes

Yes. Precisely changes. The world changes and life changes with it. Perceptions change. People change, lifestyles and generally accepted norms change. A lot has changed since my childhood. That Moskvich with flat tires on Snayperskaya Street is gone, my grandmothers are gone, those old blue metro trains are gone, I last saw them a year ago, there are almost no minibuses left in Kerch, now there are mainly only big white buses, minibuses remain only on a few non-essential routes. There is no neighbor Aunt Valya, there is no green train-attraction in the park, no... The old world is gone. While a person is growing up, the world is changing and changing the person himself. So I have changed too. I have become more concerned with everyday life, work, everyday life. I want to go back to my childhood: to return that old blue Moskvich with flat tires, to move to Snayperskaya Street, to go to kindergarten again with Natalya Vasilyevna and Marina Viktorovna. I felt bad in kindergarten, I don’t know why. When they took me away, I usually didn’t want to leave. Every morning, when Lesya’s alarm went off, I understood: that’s it, now my torment will begin. Then, when I grew up and started going to school, I repeatedly regretted that I didn’t want to go to kindergarten. I remember how I dreamed of growing up, so that I could sit on VK, so that I could watch movies myself, not go to kindergarten, understand adult jokes, be on equal terms with them. Then it seemed that all adults were free and lived better than me. After my last birthday, my perception of the world changed. It seems that now I am the master of this world. Okay, that’s a joke. I am free from school, I received a certificate. Maybe later it will be the same as with kindergarten. But for now I’m glad that I got out. You notice changes when a lot of time passes and you look back and think: damn, what passed me by, and I didn’t understand and didn’t notice it, I hated it. Life constantly puts everything in its place and “indifferently, like a painter, paints over with gray paint our ardent dreams, drawn in youth.” (quote from Mizerov’s text for the Unified State Exam). I took with me the songs from my childhood: “Sochinai mechty” (Compose dreams), Vladi, “Kasta”, “Aram zam zam”, “Avaria”, “Umbrella”… Lesya and I sat on the swing and listened. But they are perceived differently now. I am no longer so open to the world, while growing up, I closed myself off.

2 story - Do no evil and you will not receive it.

I remember an incident from my childhood. When I went to kindergarten, my mother bought me binoculars. I really liked them, I always looked through them everywhere. And two boys from my group liked these binoculars. Their names were Gosha and Petya. I don’t remember how this story developed, but I remember its ending. Gosha said smiling: close your eyes. And I, of course, believed him and closed them. Of course, the binoculars were no longer in my hands. I was very sick after that. The story ended with Gosha breaking his spine a few months later (I think). And the teacher made Petya return the binoculars. When a person commits evil deeds, he is sure to receive a response, the speed of which depends on his ethics.

3 story - Rain is like life

Here are dirty drops dripping from the roof. Is the roof really that dirty? Drops. One of them is shaped like a chlamydomonas, the other like a cyclops. Delicious dirty drops. Almost the entire house across the street is asleep. 1:15 am. Only cars occasionally drive by. The street is quiet and calm. Everything is wet from the rain again. The rain does not stop. Sometimes it stops, of course. But nothing has time to dry. Rain. The element of water fascinates me. And in early childhood I was panicky afraid to even go close to the paddling pool. Everything in life is constantly changing. Like life itself.

[markilyinskiywriter]

Hello, my dear readers. Let me tell you a little about myself. Mark Ilyinsky is my writer's pseudonym. Here I will publish the texts of my books, they are in Russian. I will translate them into English. It will be interesting to know your opinion. Write comments, I will be happy to answer them.

It's me. I took this photo when I was 17. On app Blackcam