Fairytales for adults in the fourth dimension. Slava Sarazhin
the window pane behind him… It was the fly.
"Do not let anyone discourage you from your dreams!" Whispered the boy. "I'm still alive, but my strength is running out!"
"You will be discouraged. They will tell you that you're crazy and it's impossible. There will be those who will laugh at you, trying to make you change your mind! They will try to make you just like everyone else! Don't you dare listen to them! Your dream – this is your real life!"
The man covered his face with his hands… and was awakened by the noise of the glass snow globe falling to the floor.
Baffled, he looked around. His cozy office, the summer heat, his over tight neck tie… All he could feel was the cold in his heart. The cold from the abandoned wooden lodge and the cold from his unfulfilled dreams.
The man looked at the broken snow globe at his feet. A viscous puddle shining with fake snow pooled around his expensive shoes.
The man stood up, slowly loosened his tie and walked to the door, then paused for a moment. He came back in, went over to the window and opened it wide, letting out artificially conditioned air, and the fly into the bargain. Then he walked confidently out of the office.
"I'm not acquainted with that person. Who is he? Maybe it's you or me, or someone else? Did the man become an artist – I don't know. I know one thing for certain, there are fresh flowers all year round on the lonely grave of an old professor who believed in his dream."
Above yourself
A sharp jolt and the well trained body flew up in the air. Elastic muscles contracting, releasing all the power that they were capable of. A jump executed with perfect technique, as a result of hard and persistent training.
The pole moves in slow motion, the athlete's back curves into an arc and floats over the bar. The pole falls slowly to one side. There is a pressure in the air.
Adrenaline is buzzing in the blood. Only one thought – just to win. To win is to survive. Overhead, there is a bird high up in the sky. Every beat of each wing is visible.
The athlete's body clears the bar, remembering the force of gravity, he begins to fall slowly down to the soft mat. There it is! A new World record!
When this thought flashed into the athlete's mind, everything began to move faster. He landed, immediately springing to his feet, he raised his arms above his head in a gesture of victory, clenching his fists in the air.
Thousands of enthusiastic screams exploded from the stands. Tears rolled down the athlete's face. They were tears of joy, tears of victory and the realization of a dream.
Next came the bright glare of cameras flashing. His ecstatic face, wet with tears, was on the front page of all the sports publications. Sensational! A World record! The new height had seemed previously unattainable to human beings, but he had managed to make it happen.
Since childhood, he had prepared himself to break the record. He had trained morning and evening. Endless kilometers of road trips with the team to all corners of the globe. How many years? He had done the impossible. Only the birds flew higher than him. Congratulations, interviews, his hand tired from signing autographs.
Finally, he was back home. Autumn forest, golden leaves, grass turning yellow… no sounds around. Only the sound of the wind between the trunks of the sleepy birch trees. The athlete looked at the gloomy autumn sky. A lonely bird left behind by its flock was flying south to warmer climes.
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