Once upon a time...
01-03-2013 20:23
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- Once upon a time in a country far away there was a cat...
- A Cat? - little Harold asked.
- Yeah, a Cat, but listen the story farther, my sweat heart. It's your story.
- Mine? - little Harold was a bit surprised...
- Yeah, and the name of the Cat was... Ishtar.
- I heard that name somewhere...
- Maybe you've read it in old books... And Ishtar never smoked, never slept and never loved before sunset.
- And where did she live?
- In the place of very extremely long sunsets, my darling...
- In the country far away?
- Yep.
- But what's it's name?
- It can't be spoken.
- Is it Heaven?
- Much closer, darling, much closer...
- Granny. please, tell me the name.
- I'm afraid, I can't even whisper it...
- But please....
- Because I've forgotten it, sweat heart. I lose the memory.
- Ok. Let's call this country Memory.
- Perfect. So...
- The cat...
- The Cat loved her mirror, she spoke to it, she asked it every her question and got an answer... The Mirror was called Ratshi. It was the best friend of our Cat. And once the Cat fell in love deeply as never before, and asked the Mirror, what to do. And the Mirror answered: "What to do". The cat broke the mirror angrily and decided to live without her closest friend. "It just envies me", - said the Cat, not putting any attention on the mirror's absence. So The Cat lived a very long life and that one who was in love with her too.
- And?
- And they were the mirrors of each other. You understand?
- No. You've said it's about me, but it's not...
- It is, darling, it is... and now go to bed, Harold, go to bed and sleep. It's to late for children...
- But Grandma, tell me something else.
- Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll tell you another story about you....
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