The door to my childhood “my name is Andrew…

the Door to my childhood “my name is Andrey Stepanovich badgers, born in 1946 Retired Widower with no Children This is a letter I put in the box to You, Zinaida Ivanovna, to let you know I haven’t disappeared, I’m not dead and not crazy, I’m fine, and that I to enter the door As You , we were concerned about the disappearance of our peers and a little younger In our town this kind of event has quickly become known Remember I was afraid to go outside in fear that some rascal will fit, as will give head and will not Andrei Stepanovich? So, please, don’t hesitate and read the letter to the end, because there is absolutely nothing terrible, and I hope that You too will be able to decide, as I do the fact that on one of my walks I went to the wasteland of Steel area and found the door lying on the ground was a cool dark evening, the eve fell and melted the snow, and the white door was to remain unnoticed, however, could see quite clearly My attention was immediately attracted by the fact that this door led several pairs of footprints, but in the opposite direction they were going, and seemed to have disappeared behind this door, I immediately thought that there might be a cellar or a bunker, but when I tried to raise her hand, saw only the frozen ground and withered grass, You know, I am not superstitious, but I felt like not Putting the door back in place, from there I quickly took a Few days I tried to stay away from the wasteland of Steel away At that time You told me about that had disappeared another one of our good friend, Zoe Nikitichna It was quite unusual, given that the last few she didn’t get out of bed I Remember You told me the words of her daughter, that the door to the room of Zoe Nikitichna was open, the bed not cleaned and that all street clothing and shoes remained in their places that night, I without any intent he decided to walk to the wasteland the old man’s having trouble sleeping, and the fresh air promotes By this time the snow fell even more, and it was quite chilly, so a walk I have done alone, the Wasteland was white and almost untouched, but from memory were those mysterious footprints that I found last time, And he had only to think about it, I saw another chain prints Someone I was expecting here turned off the trail and into the wasteland I was anxious, I immediately remembered Your story about Zoe Nikitichna, and then I went along the tracks, realizing that maybe I need to see where they will end But, fortunately, I saw only the same door, and the tracks ended somewhere below her, because all was the seemingly only untouched I would like once again to lift the door, but the air suddenly smelled of lime blossom sounded the laughter of children Maybe I should be scared, but I suddenly realized I hadn’t felt so good, just from his shoulders flew twenty-five , if not thirty I looked around the Smell of lime blossom not disappear And the laughter sounded again, but now I realized that it comes from under the ground lying on the door Here You might think I’m absolutely crazy in his old age, But please read on even Though at the time I questioned my own sanity, but took the cold glass of the handle and raised the door a Flash of bright light literally blinded me, and I closed my eyes free hand with light coming from behind the door came scents of lime, fresh hot , and the murmur of children’s laughter, I to see familiar and dear people! Pasha Streltsov, which at the same Desk sat in the childhood, he is still with the letter “R” at odds was Irina, the head of the class, to hear Sasha Karpov, Anton Rudy, were all there, in the flood of white light And you know what? Zoya Nikitichna I heard Zoya Sinitsyn, indeed the Most beautiful girl in the class Write here and blush and most importantly, that they know! “Andrew! — shouted in unison, and laughed with them! Let us, to chase the ball!” And a couple kicks on the ball I heard chirping and bathing in the sand of sparrows Taking away the hand from my eyes, I blinked, but then the lights seem a little dim, but maybe I got used to it And then it seemed to me that I begin to detect the silhouettes stood out the horizon and a football goal — remember, once there, in the wasteland, we all spend the summer playing ball, so mother could not get an answer? He saw the silhouettes of the children waved to me hands, I somehow was scared of what you might see next, and dropped a leaf the Glow subsided, left the summer heat and the smells, and suddenly I was chilled to the bone Looked at his watch — was the first half of the night Turns out, here I stood for half an hour! Hardly having unbent, I went home Oh and pestering me night! Your cream, of course, a little soothed, but it is definitely a hot rod put I Toiled up in the morning, remembered all my school , friends, As the pioneers had devoted All remembered and dreams, and hopes Never to mind was not, and now suddenly came flooding back But I was especially reminded of that little lightness in the whole body that engulfed me when I opened the door till morning and remained fretting while his leg was released Zinaida Ivanovna! You will forgive that I to you extreme days rarely came This is all I have at night until hobbled the Door, she was there, but no summer, no childhood, for it was not Only the bounding box of the frozen grass I was in despair I was, I thought, once in my finally have shown me a miracle, and I threw him down, hitting stretches hand And then time remembered — the clock was midnight and thirty minutes So I should finish my letter, eleven, and the vacant lot still need to be reached And how to reach — open the door, and then I do not care, go inside and play with the boys in the ball, and then pour water from the column at the corner I hope that you decide right behind me and if Yes — remember midnight, a vacant lot behind the Steel Door is clearly visible, the snow it somehow covers up And when you open it, I swear I’ll call You the loudest! With respect and hope for a speedy meeting, Andrei” a Few young boys in uniform prowling the wasteland of the outskirts of the small town in the area it was spring and the snow does melt, exposing rocks, loose dark earth and the fact that winter seemed simple ugrobili, not causing any suspicion among the local — Another “snowdrop”! — yelled one, sweeping brush the snow from an old man’s face that’s what they suffered here in the winter? The whole city was looking for, and in the spring there, there were missing Only here that is strange — the wasteland, too, would drop, even dogs are Not found then they smile all, as one — toothless, with iron crowns, dentures, smile like children at the sight of ice cream with a Sigh, the boy straightened to his full height, snapped my fingers and waved with both hands, beckoning to his colleagues, None of them noticed willow in the spring air suddenly smelled sweet lime colour


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