That evening, I took Matthew from the garden already with solid intention to sculpt a snowman ...
Such a quiet snow fell on such a quiet city that people turned off the headphones, filmed the caps, thicked off the hoods and listened to this silence. She drove the sounds of cars, steps and breathing. She enveloped from his head to the legs with a fluffy blanket from a nostalgic children and an irrevocable future. Wilderly, warm silence with a thick layer of sticky snow, which I want to cut a knife and leave deep traces on it, falling on the knee, touch your hands, drown in the palms and pass through your fingers.
That evening, I took Matthew from the garden with solid intention to sculpt a snowman. Snowman was simply needed by this silence and this evening. Without a snowman, they seemed incomplete and almost meaningless.
In a blatant silence, we rolled huge boulders on a lonely playground. Somewhere between the rusty slide and broken carousel. At an ancient table for pin-pong, which never tightened the grid and nobody used to be destined.
Snowman turned out high, diluted and happy. With hands from branches that had long had to look under the snow. With hooked nose and satisfied with a smirk.
- Sasha's cool with us turned out, however, Mom?
Sasha Matvey calls rare toys or fairy tales characters, especially beloved and admitted to the Holy Children's Soul. Sasha he is going to call his son who will be born when they get married with dreams from kindergarten. Immediately after the dog and the cat head, but before the daughter is born. There are generally many plans, but the main thing is that they have Sasha.
We are filming with a new friend, we still build the fortress around for him, we click on the aspen hand for a long time, correct the fleeing button on the bouquer.
Evening and silence are now filled with meaning, you can go home with a clean conscience and a novel lower back.
The next morning on the way to the garden of Matvey runs ahead of me, greet Sasha. But it is not ...
Instead of a snowman on the site scattered proof of someone else's heartlessness - packaging from chips and beer bottles. Mountains broken blocks, from one treacherously sticks off the aspen branch.
- Mom, and where is Sasha? - In the eyes of the son there are large, shiny in the morning light, tears. The lips treacherously trembling, and he, pulling a thin neck from under the jacket, looks at my face with hope - and suddenly I will still find Sasha. Or find, I'm a wizard.
But I do not know how to kold so large. I can a new book under the bed, I can machine for a chair, but to cure everywhere cruelty and rudeness - not to me. Alas.
- As where? In the afternoon, I ran away, of course! Look, as it was hard for him through our fortress to climb, as well as paused her all! "I am Masha with a hand toward the forest and, until Matvey looks there, imperceptibly remove the branch serving a snowman with his hand. Hurryly atten the evidence in the snow.
- Do all the snowmen run away there? Do they have a house there? What are they doing there? How did he move the road?
We are quietly delved to the garden and invent the magic story about the lost village of snowmen on the forest edge ...
So easy not to notice other people's achievements. So just to break the built not by your works. Through other people's nerves and spend other people's strength, let out other people's money and lower the strangers. To start the wind is not your time and not your dreams. Decompredeing, wrapped with feet fairy tale and, loudly harder, destroy silence.
There is nothing to oppose this. In addition, maybe a new fairy tale. In addition, maybe a new day. In addition, maybe huge love.
And the point is not only in the snowmen, you understand ...