The late requiem. Story book

– Ziba, will you marry me?

This was the best thing, I’ve ever heard. The words gave me warm and happy feeling. Instead of saying something I’ve squeezed his hand. It was enough to understand my answer. He got closer to me and stood up a little for giving him a hug. Something special happened between us in that moment. We were connected to each other through subtle threads.

Then he pulled out medal from his left pocket.

– Berlin’s fox could injure you, but you picked up his life. I am proud of you, Ziba!

I felt like, all world was mine.

Motherland brought me my hero Jamal.

Bicycle

Dreams and reality are so closely braided together, that sometimes there is no time for realizing…

Appreciate every moment and no doubts, dream will turn to reality. I love people, but secretly. Except, when they crowd I even convinced myself that these two features make me special hiving with beliefs is better than without even trying. But it is not always possible.

People consider me genius, but actually I’m crazy. You might even call me naughty.

I guess I am no more use I’m quite young. But I’ve heard how waiter called me “guy” or salesman “uncle”. I used to counting my years. I usually miscalculate my age by adding couple of years when someone asks. I know that it is funny. How fast youth passed! I lost track in a web of rapidly changing years and events. Maybe I owed to these years? What’s the difference who owes? My years are just only my fortune. And doesn’t treasure how old you are and who you are.

I wasn’t looking forward to birthday. But to be honest at heart expectation was fighting with time. A house full of guests, rowdy evenings, laughter and funny stories, congratulations and loads of presents were over. Later all these have been replaced by close-knit family circles composed of six persons. And now I spend my birthday along. Solitude and silence are my constant guests.