Yana Kestere

Once a few years ago, I had my own world. World where there was no entrance to outsiders. As well there was wonderful! There grew thick grass, blue flying moths and colorful dragonflies. There grazing calf with big trusting eyes. In the grass bloomed extraordinary beauty of wildflowers and smelled strongly of daisies. There flowed a tiny rivulet, in which swam silvery fish. Behind them was so much fun to watch while lying on the trunk of a fallen willow. And in the clear blue sky clouds floated amazing. Lying on her back in silky grass, listening to the sound of the wind, you can spend hours looking at the boundless sky, admiring the clouds. They were amazing and varied. The sky majestically sailed ships, castles, funny animals. They were illuminated by the sun and seemed unusually clean in sinive piercing the sky. In the evenings there are deep voice buzzed chafers, which could catch on the fly hands. And closer to the fall in the evenings began to sing their sad songs crickets. Dark green dissected sparks of fireflies in the grass green lanterns gleamed mysteriously their girlfriends. And in the black velvet night sky shining diamond stars. Sometimes they suddenly ripped off and rolled down. Needed time to make a wish. How many different desires would make come true. And I had to think of one. That this world has always remained close.