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…!
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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.
IT'S GREAT :) I also have a story that if you are the kind of person you are writing about, you will like it;) my heart is really happy when I gave a hand to a person in need or I helped someone's destiny with the help of the magic of words. 21 and I don't want to grow up, that's why the farm is so cruel to me, because I'm "separated from the flock" or just "the black sheep" :) I collect memories, but mine, not foreign :) but enough for me :) I walk down a familiar street , you can hear the silence of autumn, I'm in a hurry and it's as if she left something alone before that. I see the last rays of the slate. But this time it's not a song, no music, no tone. I was walking along a familiar street and I remembered that from here she was walking alone with my horse. I stopped at a crossroads and looked up, and a leaf was falling from the tree. And next to me I saw a nebula, it was like a dream or as if it were reality. I saw two familiar silhouettes that do not exist today and realized that it is a memory. I was with my grandfather and it was the same autumn day. I wanted to see him for a long time, but the image faded into the fog. And the leaf was approaching me. I hear a noise somewhere far away, or they are so close, but since old age I can't see them. One pushes me and I didn't even move by myself. That fog reappeared and I saw two girls hurrying to dinner in the autumn this autumn day. I know it because I knew myself and saw my best friend. I saw clearly how angry I was about my bike. I smiled and the mirage left. Like summer, so did my life. But the leaf was still falling and it was right in front of my eyes. And suddenly I heard a voice "shut up!". A heartache cut me off and a memory cut off another image. The funeral I'm not talking about. It hurts and I want to close this door. And the leaf was falling, I reached out and grabbed it. It was a reality, and the autumn leaf seemed unreal. I turned around and saw the long street that I walked alone today. And life goes by as fast as this "long" street. Its end was the beginning of a memory, but no one cares, that I have been here before. There is no evidence that I have even lived, 4e somewhere in the same autumn day I have created a memory. Years passed, and as if it were yesterday, the leaf from the tree was in mvn and here comes the same autumn day to the sound of a cutting machine. And an hour has passed and no one has searched me. I was looking for a village. I heard the bells of the goats coming home and I saw my grandfather getting up to meet them, the cold began to be felt. I looked at the river in which the moon would later reflect and I thought about where I went now, in the cold rooms of my old house which brings me back to my memories. I take comfort, that life is raw and you have to be ready for anything, I learned to get used to the fact that tomorrow it will not be there, and today another day has passed. There is a festive bell and the winter is already outside. I try to dance with the garden and the ship of my life to travel. But one day I will see the petal again and back, back in time I will go, because I like to live with my memory which will forever wander homeless. From me so much :)
Intoxicating and captivating fairy tale words. Written by .... the master of words. :) I like it. I want more.
Thank you all very much :)))