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Children's story.

Here is my first story.

Tali and Miro.

“Do I have to wait? I hate waiting! It’s boring, boring, boring!” Tali whined, slouching on the sofa in her Aunt Paula’s apartment. She hated a change of plans at the last minute. What she really wanted to do was going to the zoo with her cousin Max. But mom said that she and Aunt Paula needed to finish writing a letter, and it would take them about twenty minutes. A whole 20 minutes! And who wanted to wait that long? Not Tali. But she had no choice.

There wasn’t much to do for her in Aunt Paula’s living room. Aunt Paula was single and had no kids. She had no TV or toys. There were lots of books on the shelves, but they were adult books. Tali was positively bored. Then, a colorful book cover caught her attention. “Joan Miro,” read Tali. Who is this Miro person? I’ve never heard of him.

She was not tall enough to get the book off the shelf, so she dragged a chair and climbed on it. The book was heavy with glossy pages and lots of pictures. Mom called books like that art books. Tali opened it and the reds, blues and yellows jumped out at her. She sat back on the couch and stared at the first picture. She wanted to get to know the painting a little better. “Acrobatic Dancers,” Acrobatic Dancers

Tali read the title. She stayed glued to the same page unable to move to the next one.

How Tali would like to be in the audience… She could almost hear the applause and started clapping herself. The acrobats were flying through the air dancing and Tali felt her feet move with the music. She was a part of the circle holding hands with the happy dancers. They jumped up and down and did somersaults and she was did it with them. They moved faster and faster. Tali felt she’s made new friends. She liked the dancers and they liked her. This dance would go on forever.

Tali heard her name and looked around to see who’d called her. She slipped away from her new friends and moved to the right. She could see the moon above and the acrobats a distance away, she heard the music, but she couldn’t see who was calling her name.

Tali walked to the very edge of the page and found herself in the next one, near a beautiful bird. What was this one called? “The Nightingale's Song at Midnight and the Morning Rain,” read the title.


It was definitely raining, but there was no singing. The bird was very quiet. They looked at each other without making a sound. Why wasn’t the nightingale singing? Tali knew the bird needed her help, but didn’t know how to do it. She began to hum a song that her mom always sang to her. Soon, Tali was joined by her new friend who lead her in a new song full of joy and happiness. They went on to another song, and then another. Tali forgot that it was raining and that she didn’t like to sing. “Maybe, I never had a friend to sing with,” she thought. Then, she heard her name again. Who could be calling her?

She smiled at the nightingale, waved to the bird and walked through the rain to the edge of the page again.

Now Tali was in a new place. She saw only one word in the title: “Poetess”. Poetess

There was no music here, no rain, no birds or dancers. Someone else was near. Tali looked up and saw a woman holding a pen and a notebook in her hands. Tali came closer and smiled at the woman, who smiled back at her. “Are you writing poems?” Tali asked.

“Yes, I love writing poems, but today it’s not working. I can’t think of a rhyme.”

“Can I help? I write poems too. Wouldn’t it be great if I could do all my homework in rhymes?”

“Don’t you think you’d get bored rhyming everything? Well, help me with the line I wrote this morning “A bird is singing in the night…”

“The air is cool, and the stars are bright,“ Tali continued. She
heard her name called and looked around, but couldn’t see anyone. She knew it was time to go, but before she could jump to the next picture, someone touched her shoulder. Tali’s mom looked at her. “I’ve called you three times. Why haven’t you answered me? We are finished and can go to the zoo now.”

“Mom, I’ve had such a cool time dancing with acrobats, singing with a nightingale, and rhyming with a poetess! Can we stay at Aunt Paula’s a little longer? I love this book and want to see all of it.”

“Then, why don’t we go to an art museum and look at the paintings instead?”

Tali was very excited about seeing the paintings. She couldn’t wait to visit the new, bright and colorful worlds that were spread on the walls of the museum.


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 4th, 2003 08:58 pm (UTC)
kuzya , on zhe xryun
ну что же...
надеюсь , что Тали как и мама найдут вермя и посетят музей , где встретятся уже со знакомыми героями.
Надеюсь , что сказки будут появляться регулярно , и я заодно научусь читать по английски с монитора , получая удовольствие , а не мучаясь.
Целую нежно.
Nov. 9th, 2003 10:28 am (UTC)
Привет, тезка! Что ж, клево! А почему на инглише? Так легче мыслить?
Nov. 9th, 2003 05:10 pm (UTC)
Писалось для детей, а они по-руссиш не читают :-(.
Dec. 8th, 2003 12:18 pm (UTC)
Настоящая сказка.
Замечательно. Очень психологично. В сочетании с посещением музея она останется в памяти у ребёнка на всю жизнь.

Спасибо и до новых встреч на этом поприще,

Dec. 15th, 2003 05:31 pm (UTC)
Я требую продолжение банкета.
А я влюбился в фотку первой дочурки
Dec. 15th, 2003 06:11 pm (UTC)
ох нифига себе!!!
Завёл ЖЖ и молчит! С пятницы в нём пишет себе, а мне ни слова!!! И ещё требует продолжения банкета!!! Нахальный какой :-)
Aug. 27th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
again unoriginal future
astounding skill virtually territory
Aug. 28th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
Re: again unoriginal future
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