All Men Should Have Shoes

You know, it's like having a dog, and it chooses someone else as the owner, not you. And as soon as the "other" rings the Bicycle bell, the dog, happily wagging its tail, rushes to catch up with him. And you follow her. It turns out that for him, too. But you can't say anything: just stand there and breathe in silence to the beat of the waves.

There is snow and ice fragments outside the window. The winter bird sings, the northern deer sings, the wind sings, the high, high edges of the sky sing. The girl sings, but so carefully that the breath does not accidentally scare off the fire at the end of the stick

A small girl and a small bird discover together the surrounded world and open the lyrics of prose.

One day at the dinner table, the daughter told her parents that she was a saint. Another stage of puberty or a real miracle?