The collector of memories Now I will tell you a story, so real, so sweet, so enchanting, like the most delicious thing in the world!.! For an extraordinary man, endowed with the most beautiful gift in the world, he was called "The Collector of Memories". When night came and the stars rose happily in the dark blue sky, and everyone went to bed, tired from the hard day, "he" left. He had gathered so many beautiful memories in the last week that one would think that chemists had found a cure for evil. So colorful and vibrant! How beautiful it is to dream out loud. He was just a man, not even a man, something like a gift to the unfortunate. He collected various events - happy, sad, dramatic-romantic or just beautiful! He did not like sadness, he hated loneliness, he hated suffering and sorrow.
He had no memories, not because he hadn't been born, just because he didn't want to accept reality, that's why he called himself so unusual. A perfect man - without a past and a future, he lived in timelessness, so there was no image, just a shadow! There was a small planet where he collected memories like old movies. When he felt sad, he would play a children's movie like the one with little Olya and the dog Sharo. Or the little boy who had become a hero because he had "killed the evil" cockroach. , how he sounded as if he were the savior or the incorrigible romantic - the insensitive tempter or the tempted lover! There was a bit of drama in the collection, sad - almost not, but that's why there were the most romantic and comedic! Traveling around the world as a traveler, he had a dream - he wanted to find a memory - unique. Like a diamond - so precious looked this undiscovered memory. So it was a hot summer, the sky was so beautiful, It was as if there was nothing in the world to make him happy at that moment. He loved to take care of others. He gave wonderful dreams to the unfortunate and depressed while they slept. They, of course, smiled slightly in their sleep and did not want it to end. That's why it was a gift. He transformed beautiful memories into dreams and gave them to those to whom fate had assigned sorrow. This made him happy, this fed him, this kept him alive …… And while these thoughts had settled uncomfortably in his head his… ..suddenly he felt something… ..something warm and beautiful… ..ha, but it was a memory, oh how interesting he was! Yes, a man remembers the spring of his ninth birthday …… .it's warm, cozy and beautiful there, I don't know where… ..somewhere in the south! The lilacs had just blossomed, the grass was green and the sun's rays looked naughty on the morning dewdrops!
There was a light breeze, the leaves of the budding trees rustled playfully. The boy did not know that this morning this enchantment would be decisive …… But someone was calling him there, his soul was trembling with joy. He was a man he loved, someone he loved. His mother was like an angel, as pure as a tear, with the expression of a cherub. --- Come to me - she said - mom is here - do not be afraid! The boy hugged her tightly. His heart was beating fast and hard. He hadn't seen her in a long time. She grabbed him and led him to the white lilac bush! Their scent was so strong and wonderful that one could hardly resist burying one's nose in their small flowers. The mother picked up a bouquet and led him onwards. They found themselves in a beautiful stream. The water is warm and somehow cool. She hugs the boy …… --- Don't be afraid, come with me - it's nice and beautiful there… ..no pain and suffering. --- Come, don't be afraid - his mother invited him ……. The child's eyes widened… ..heart's heart pounded… .but not out of fear - he was with his mother. She would not harm him.
Suffering had been his companion all his life… ..that day his mother had left him and that was the end of his memory, but now his unexpectedly hard life was over, for a moment the whole landscape seemed so real to him. His mother held out her hand. Fearlessly, the boy caught her, walked proudly and boldly. His heart was beating and beating and beating and suddenly… ..the beating stopped, he felt no hunger, no breath of wind, no flesh. Yes, he was up there, where he had always dreamed of being. The mother's smile was still warm - a mother's smile. The memory collector was startled… the memory was over and two tears flowed from his eyes - whether from joy or sadness. The most beautiful memory with an unexpected end. So clean. There is nothing purer and more beautiful than this. And then the collector realized what had happened - it all ended where it started. This memory turned out to be very beautiful and dear to him. True, the drama turned out to be very great, but there was a drop of charm, as in any memory. But this memory was unique, he did not know why, perhaps because he had touched his heart in a special way, as those who read this story. The "collector of memories" turned and left. He didn't know where he was walking without direction.
He realized that it was time to fall asleep, just to rest, to lay his head on a cloud and to close his eyes wearily! He fell asleep "tired". The dream, unknown to him until then, seemed sweet to him. It's raining… .the droplets were pounding sweetly on the roofs. Some were leaving this world and another was sleeping sweetly, up there in the sky on a cloud и .and still asleep, you just have to wake him up.If, of course, you have something to give him …… for example, some memory…!
1 litlonglover answered
A wonderful story. I had forgotten what it was like to read a fairy tale ... It's really nice and remind me what it's like to be a child.