She sat on the sofa, and only the last rays of the setting sun illuminated her face. Beautiful red hair fell down on her shoulders, pale skin with a slight blush and this deep thoughtful eyes brown eyes. Under piano music she remembered her life, thought about their achievements, about his childhood dreams and that many of the dreams was not destined to be fulfilled.
Met her on the street, you will never know the woman. In humans it is the iron lady, always dressed immaculately, looks one hundred, strict and unyielding. She works in one of the most famous companies in the country, occupies a high position and deserved respect from colleagues.
It would seem that she has everything: a prestigious job, apartment, car and a loving husband. She walked for a long time for this and now, being on top of success, it lacks something. What? She could not understand why, but for the past week which her soul was restless longing for some reason, she thought unattainable.
Today, the sound of music, she finally realized what she was missing. She wanted to return to a few years ago and try to implement some of his childhood fantasies. She dreamed a lot in life: she wanted to skating, I wanted to sing and to write a novel... and now, sitting in a dark room, a thirty years old woman realized that time has passed, much missed and very much of what she wanted to do, have to do will fail. It was hoped to realize their dreams in their child, but, unfortunately, the children in her yet. These thoughts depressed melancholy.
Painful thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. Called her old friend Taja:
- Hello, Alain, what are you doing today?
"Oh, nothing...
"Well, if nothing, then get ready. The town has an outdoor ice skating rink, and we go!
I don't know, I'm in a bad mood.
"Well, your mood to leave the house, and gather herself. I you come in 20 minutes.
"But I...
The receiver began to ring. Knowing Him, Alena knew that to get out of walking fails - Tay was very energetic and if what she wanted from people, be sure he got it. Exactly 20 minutes later the phone rang at the door.
Arriving at the rink and into the cold frosty air, Alena felt that the mood is improving. Skating rink. It is so long since I rode. When was the last time? Seems to be 17 or 18 years ago. Initially, about 15 minutes she spent in the vicinity of a side - first steps were not easy, but then, throwing doubt and fear, she rode in the center of the rink with other fans. After two hours of riding, they decided to drink a Cup of tea.
- Taja, what are you a man that pulled me here. You wouldn't believe it, but today I thought how I always wanted to ride, but never have enough time.
- Well, just the sort of thing, come on now every Sunday here.
Now it has become a sort of ritual instead of a banal female talk and discussions and all the skating.
Approaching the New year. The company, as usual, decided to meet him kreativnenko and come to celebrate creatively. Alena instructed to find poetic New year wishes. Given that the best helper in the search is the Internet, there it looked. In the midst of searching her gaze was riveted one title: "Attention! Literary contest. Tell the world the story of their success. "Interesting," she thought and continued to fulfill its duty of amusement entertainer, but..... After a few days she again found this page in the Internet. Read again the title, she decided she must participate. This, of course, not a novel, but... just an hour her story was laid out and sent to the editorial address. "In the end, will not print, so will not print," he ordered the girl its verdict.
Soon Alena forgot about his participation in the contest already and a month later received a message that her article has won a prize and are invited to participate in writing articles for the magazine. "Who would have thought," he thought.
Meanwhile, the company's management came to the celebration on a very creative, has announced that each Department should prepare a speech. "No, it'll be without me. Artists we have and so," she snapped to the question about her involvement in this project... but fate decided otherwise.
- Alain, what are you busy?
- Prepare reports, Zinaida Sergeyevna, the end of the year all the same.
- What can be reports, we have no one to sing
"I what?
- What do you mean with it? Do you like singing?
- No way.
- Here is tomorrow and check.
What does it mean?
It means that tomorrow at 10 we meet in a recording Studio. You don't want to let the team?
She didn't even have time to say anything. Well. The party said "it should," the Komsomol organization answered "Yes". The next day at 10 she was in the Studio. It turned out that "lucky" is not only her "lucky" gathered to 7 people. All turns "probyvali" written text while listening to music - some turned out pretty well. Unexpectedly for herself and others, she sang well, and even listened to the praise from employees of the Studio. "Now all venues of the world are mine," she laughed in response.
Come 1 January. The holiday passed with flying colours, fireworks, gifts, champagne sea, competitions and dancing. Their Department has performed the best of all and even won a prize for her performance...
* * *
She poured herself a Cup of coffee, turned on the player and put the headphones. It was all the same play on the piano, which last year caused such anguish of her soul. And today? Today she knew that her dreams came true in less than six months. Today, breathing in the scent of svezhesvarennogo coffee, she thought that someone up there decides when to give us the opportunity to realize our childhood fantasies to life, though not quite the way we wanted. And who knows, maybe next year at their apartment would run baby, in which she will embody the remainder of his dreams. A smile touched her face.
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