The black cat

The black cat

Khomich-Zhuravleva Olga

© Khomich-Zhuravleva Olga, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0068-5955-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

When you’re three years old, the world seems like a kaleidoscope of discoveries.

THE BLACK CAT

When you are three years old, the world appears to be a continuous kaleidoscope of discoveries.

It’s like looking into a long cardboard tube, pointing it at the light, slightly turning it in your little palms, and there colorful glasses form magical patterns.

A slight turn – and the pattern changesnew extraordinary patterns, from which it is so joyful and happy, and also very, very curious what the next pattern will be, and the next…

InYou can rotate the tube endlessly, peering into the bizarre interweaving of bright colors.

Morning bursts in with the light turned on chandeliers, hitting right in the eyes – mom stands with a smile and waits for me to sit on the bed and understand that it’s time to get up.

Loudlyscreams the radio, inviting you to morning exercises in a cheerful voice, mom patiently dresses the sleepy child, puts him on his feet and, taking hа hand, leads to the kindergarten.

The day is a whole universe, where I dive like a researcher into a fabulous world kindergarten, every time, not having had time to absorb the sensations of a pioneer, because, as always suddenlyevening comes.

Mom comes, and I reluctantly leave the bright, colorful halls of the kindergarten into the icy darkness of the northern city.

ВIn the evening, my family enters my life – mom, dad and sister. Passescheerful dinner, we share with each other the events of the past day, we play, most often in board games, and especially in Lotto.

And here comes my favorite time, although it is very, very contradictory.

On the one hand, everything is bad – you need to go to bed, but you don’t want to!

Always, always don’t want to!

My sister and I are carefully delaying the moment, looking at the beds with discontent, trying to stay away from them, as if they are a trap for us -ifyou lie down, thenthe bed, having captured and entangled with a blanket, will not let go until the morning.

Mom, every time hearing our: «Mommy, well, can we play some more,» smiles and goes to the bookcase and, like a magician, takes out somenewbook.

Mom uses a surefire trick – мwe rush to brush our teeth and dive into bed, holding our breath – there will bemagic.