It was the first morning of freedom. Finally he became free from all what weighed him upon just like weights on the roots. He no longer had to anybody and anything. No obligations, no promises, no debt, no framework or shackles. Only uncertainty and freedom ahead of him – all intoxicating many of opportunities and ways. And everything now depends only on him. God offered free will. It was the first morning of happiness in his life. And not the last – he knew it...
Read MoreHe always dreamed of. All of his life he could remember. Trees around just waited until he went older – they knew: there is nothing worse for a dream than the ordinary and cynicism of life. So they waited him to become like they are: sad, with broken branches and bark with flayed, quiet in the rain and tired under the sun. Time went by and he went older, lost his branches and pieces of bark (one of his branches people decided too strong and particularly annoying they just sawed off – it was very painful, but not deadly). But he still never stopped dreaming. No matter what the difficulties and bitterness happened, at any weather and in any day, his crown still full of dream, with little smile and look that rested somewhere far away and it always annoying them, the...
Read MoreIt was her only fourteenth spring – and first one when she fell in love. And whole the world seems wonderful to her. And she wants endlessly look at the sky, and the sun, and grass between her roots, and birds on her branches, and smile to gentle breeze, and dream, and wait for meeting with him. She has everything forward – even disappointments and fails. But she didn’t want to think about it at the moment. At that moment when she loves and is...
Read MoreHe has lived on the Vasilevsky island in Saint-Petersburg for a long time. For example he miraculously survived the blockade and the war – he hasn’t been hit by a shell or a bomb, he somehow hasn’t been cut down for firewood during the harsh winter of 1941 and the very cold of 1942. At least he was lucky in the fact that when the city was rebuilding after the war there was many yards altered, old and sick trees sawed off to replace them by young. But it didn’t affect him because of he was neither old or sick at that moment. He wasn’t so even now. But the very important things he saved in himself were intelligence and good manners of a real Saint-Petersburg citizen. He was very humble and just a few trees knew how much he suffered: he never boasted of it, never rebuked those who haven’t experienced the same. Everybody feel nice and easy beside...
Read MoreHe was the merriest herb in all forest, the most optimistic and cheerful. And he always could cheer up everyone with a good joke or simply happy smile. He had nothing to stand out from others – he wasn’t luckier or more healthy or something else. But his attitude towards life, his ability to enjoy the Sun and the warmth and the birds and the rain… and in a word the whole world – that was contagious and attract everyone without exception to him. He was the soul of the company and they truly loved...
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