As I did not trust guessings and dreams

With what all has begun? Can be from children's guessings?
I have simply forced itself to recollect that seemed, have for ever got lost in hiding places of my children's memoirs. I thought, that already and I do not remember that was that cheerful Prenew Year's evening, when a carefree flock of little girls, I among them, have decided to tell fortunes on narrowed rjazhenyh.

Giggling the friend over the friend, we prepared a guessing place very carefully: have lighted a red candle, have switched off music and light, what for - that on a mirror have hung up a pink tape and serially began to come into a mysterious room, having decided, that – is quite enough ten minutes. Alina and Lena have seen blue-eyed boys-blondes, their description practically coincided, Masha has seen the boy of the brunette, and Ira has seen nothing. She even has accused little girls, that all of them have invented, painfully ideal narrowed they have seen. On it Alina and Lena only have sniffed and have laughed loudly. And Masha with Iroj began to push me to a room door. Having taken seat before a mirror, I have sat minutes five, looking through a flame of a candle and have already started to miss. Suddenly in a mirror something has flashed, I even have looked back back to be convinced, that behind anybody was not present. In darkness I have seen a crimson armchair, on it plush young lion Lenki laid. Having turned to a mirror, I have shuddered: The man of years of thirty steadfastly looked at me in a light suit, it sat in that armchair in very easy pose. «My God, that for djadka I have thought with disappointment, - and have shut the face with the hands, - it seems To me! I see nothing!» When I have looked again in a mirror – already was nobody, I have exhaled and have resolved, that all seemed to me, is sick to me my narrowed has not liked. I have still had a look through a candle flame in hope to see the blue-eyed blonde or at least the brown-eyed brunette, but here to me began to knock on a door and to shout, that time has expired …
-Well, - have asked me of the little girl, - Saw?
No, - I have answered, not having blinked an eye, - Nonsense all it!
-That I spoke, - was delighted Ira, - Vrushki you!!!
-Nobody is guilty, that narrowed from you have hidden, - has laughed Lenka, - we Will go on street!
Having put on and having seized a bag with Bengal fires and crackers, we have run out on street. Certainly, we have thought up a new entertainment: approached to passers-by and asked their names. I managed"the red-cheeked little boy who, having passed away Lenkoj, has thrown us snowballs … More, about that bottom I remember nothing. I remember, that I, have ordered to itself to forget at once about a"mirror"guessing, having decided, that it is simple cannot the truth!
Since then has passed more than fifteen years into which has entered: both leaving school, and the university termination, and labour everyday life. Throughout this time I never more, guessed and, to tell the truth, concerned it very sceptically. And name Lenja in my environment was not in general, but in my university life there was a remarkable name – Timothy. We with it friendship has very imperceptibly and naturally outgrown in something bolshee. However, also imperceptibly and naturally passionate beloved have turned to bewitched spouses, and in a consequence (after parting) again in the best friends. But it absolutely other history ….
With what all has begun? Can be from a dream?
For two weeks about New year the dream after which it would not be desirable to wake up very much though this dream not so joyfully began has dreamt me: snow, slippery road, a cold … I go somewhere very hasty and suddenly I meet former schoolmate Natasha who did not see seven years. We about something talk to it, then it leaves, and I long look to it following. … And again I somewhere hasten. … I run in a spacious hall, I see around many strangers, I with curiosity look around and suddenly I will come across a steadfast sight of the man in a light suit sitting in an easy pose …. All it to a pain is familiar to me …. The "Mirror" stranger! In a dream I precisely knew that it – it! And it at all did not seem me uninteresting and "old" as in the childhood. … someone's very cheerful voice here is distributed: «Slow dance!» … And I already dance with the «mirror narrowed» and we with it speak, we speak, we speak about all on light and we can not have a good long talk. Sensation such, that we know, each other one thousand years …. Certainly, during this moment I have woken up regretfully, that it was only a dream, regretfully, that such dreams in general to act in film.
To me often to act in film dreams, I concern it as to entertainments. Where still it is possible to run up and having made a start from the earth to fly up? Or to dive deeply into the sea without any adaptations and not to be afraid to sink? But the dream it only a dream if to trust dreams – it is possible to lose a reality. And even if also there are prophetic dreams, their maintenance understand only after they come true …
With what all has begun? And can be since December, 31st?
There was a snow, I was late for a corporate party, running out from the underground, I have seen the girl who has seemed to me very familiar. My former schoolmate Natashka! Even she has been dressed also as in my dream. If it is fair - I was frightened. We have learnt each other and though both hastened, were threw by pair phrases. After we have said goodbye, I was not kept and has looked back to it following …
«Well here, - I have thought, - now I will wait for execution of the second part of a dream! And it will come true in twenty years or not in this life. Anything to itself coincidence! Purposely you will not think up!»
Certainly, I was late to the holiday beginning, in a restaurant lobby already was nobody. I have handed over the jacket and began to make toilet before a huge mirror …. Suddenly as from under the earth in a mirror behind my back the figure of the man in a light suit has grown, he thoughtfully looked in my eyes …. Same IT! IT! For today it was too! From unexpectedness it seemed to me, that this person has appeared only in a mirror. I have simply jumped aside from a mirror and have landed … on someone's foot …. Behind me really there was a young man looking at me as it seemed to me, perplexedly. Having muttered apologies, I have hastened to leave, abusing myself for an impressionability and nonsense.
Having entered into a banquet hall, I have been stunned by quantity of people: familiar and unfamiliar. On a scene about an elegant fur-tree sang and danced Verka Serdjuchka, its copy is more true, to it all cheerfully echoed. I have hardly found a table of the department, village near to girlfriend Svetkoj. Has there and then received a "penal" glass of champagne and has calmed down.
After representation «Verki Serdjuchki» in the hall centre the leader with a microphone has jumped out cheerful tolstenky and began to hold every possible competitions with balls and round dances.
It-is necessary, - I have told Svetke, - as it is a lot of employees whom I do not know!
Do not speak, Olja! - she has answered, - We with you sit in the department as crickets at an oven, and we know nothing! And our small firm already completely not small … Us already hundred fifty persons, you represent!
And here sliding eyes on a hall, I have stumbled on a steadfast sight of the guy in a light suit to which I so have clumsily attacked a foot …. He was not confused at all and continued to look at me, even it is more convenient than villages.
-Who it? - It was pulled out at me.
Light, having heard my question and having looked in a direction of my sight, has answered:
-It the newcomer from commercial department - Leonid, a surname I do not know. And what he on you so looks?
To TH it a foot has crushed, Light, unintentionally certainly. Probably, it till now under impression.
When I have heard a name of the guy suffered from my feet, it seemed to me, that me have planted on a roundabout. All has around started gleaming and as if has sunk in a fog …. And only Leonid who continued to look at me sat at a table opposite as a unique reality, already smiling …
I have simply forced itself to regain consciousness and take away the sight from the next table on … a plate with sandwiches. The truth from contemplation of sandwiches to me became even worse …. I was tired with this phantasmagoria, any panic fear has filled my soul. Even to me I know, that has more frightened me: the sensation, that just about will occur a miracle or expectation that this illusory soap bubble will burst and there will be a logic explanation to all …
My prostration has been sharply interrupted by that is direct because of my back the Grandfather the Frost has jumped out and a voice of the leader has cheerfully cried:
Here and I, friends! What have started missing? Instead of whether to dance to us?
The grandfather the Frost has run out in the hall centre has waved the staff and has shouted:
-Time! Two! Three! A fur-tree – burn!
Simultaneously with it general light has gone out, on a fur-tree garlands were lighted and on all hall multi-coloured sparks have started gleaming. The gentle melody which has seemed to me of the most unusual … also has begun to sound
The-first dance, - the Grandfather continued to cry out joyfully the Frost, - is final – slow! Gentlemen – invite ladies!
Well, here I have not sustained and have looked towards Leonid who has already jumped and promptly went to me. It has stopped near to me and simply smiled. I have felt, that I smile to it in the answer ….
…. I knew everything, that will be further … And it seemed to me, that I know this person very much for a long time ….

Lyoka the Sokolov

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