The closer New Year, the stronger nostalgia on crunchy snow. Even at the most inveterate skeptics and cynics this night hearts fight a little faster. Because New Year, whatever one may do and pretend to be that you in what magic don`t trust, is all the same miracle expectation. It is enough to remember and feel at least taste of tangerines, a smell of woolen mittens to which have stuck snow, grandmother`s fritters with honey...
This night, fireworks everywhere blow up, and the sky lights up with a round dance of the color sparks similar to fantastic fairies from any forgotten children`s cartoon film, and habitual and simultaneously strange silhouettes of fur-trees through glasses look brilliant multi-colored eyes of spheres. It almost as is fantastic, as Santa Claus who has climbed through a window leaf. In the world smells like a holiday…
In life there is a place to a positive miracle. Sincere, genuine and improbable! Because the magic is when words are added in rhyme... Verses also turn out. Magic is when usual packing of oil paints turns on a canvas to a surprising landscape. Magic - it happens. It can`t be planned. It is always. It is necessary not to wait for miracles, and simply to trust in them. After all they trap us continually.
You would like a little more magic on New Year`s? Then it is necessary to go and buy all gifts. And then to be at home at the TV with a cup of coffee and to wrap them in celebratory packing, without feeling sorry for bright paints and spangles ...
На русском: Однажды жил волшебник,но он был не совсем обычным.Он был маленький и поэтому не имел настоящего образования.Волшебник любил читать,рисовать,считать и колдовать.У него было много друзей и знакомых.Волшебник был известен в своем окружении тем,что он был юным философом с огромным стремлением к учебе.Все друзья и знакомые удивлялись этому!Он был очень умен для своих лет,так как он отвечал на очень сложные вопросы,а когда ему давали интересные задания он сосредотачивался и все таки решал.Вот такой маленький волшебник! На английском: There once was a wizard,but he was not quite normal.It was small and therefore had no real education.The wizard loved to read,draw,count and spell.He had many friends and acquaintances.The wizard was known in his entourage that he was a young philosopher with a huge desire to learn.All friends and relatives wondered that!He was very smart for his age,as he was answering very difficult questions,and when he was given an interesting assignment, he was focused and still.Here's a little wizard!
The closer New Year, the stronger nostalgia on crunchy snow. Even at the most inveterate skeptics and cynics this night hearts fight a little faster. Because New Year, whatever one may do and pretend to be that you in what magic don`t trust, is all the same miracle expectation. It is enough to remember and feel at least taste of tangerines, a smell of woolen mittens to which have stuck snow, grandmother`s fritters with honey...
This night, fireworks everywhere blow up, and the sky lights up with a round dance of the color sparks similar to fantastic fairies from any forgotten children`s cartoon film, and habitual and simultaneously strange silhouettes of fur-trees through glasses look brilliant multi-colored eyes of spheres. It almost as is fantastic, as Santa Claus who has climbed through a window leaf. In the world smells like a holiday…
In life there is a place to a positive miracle. Sincere, genuine and improbable! Because the magic is when words are added in rhyme... Verses also turn out. Magic is when usual packing of oil paints turns on a canvas to a surprising landscape. Magic - it happens. It can`t be planned. It is always. It is necessary not to wait for miracles, and simply to trust in them. After all they trap us continually.
You would like a little more magic on New Year`s? Then it is necessary to go and buy all gifts. And then to be at home at the TV with a cup of coffee and to wrap them in celebratory packing, without feeling sorry for bright paints and spangles ...
Однажды жил волшебник,но он был не совсем обычным.Он был маленький и поэтому не имел настоящего образования.Волшебник любил читать,рисовать,считать и колдовать.У него было много друзей и знакомых.Волшебник был известен в своем окружении тем,что он был юным философом с огромным стремлением к учебе.Все друзья и знакомые удивлялись этому!Он был очень умен для своих лет,так как он отвечал на очень сложные вопросы,а когда ему давали интересные задания он сосредотачивался и все таки решал.Вот такой маленький волшебник!
На английском:
There once was a wizard,but he was not quite normal.It was small and therefore had no real education.The wizard loved to read,draw,count and spell.He had many friends and acquaintances.The wizard was known in his entourage that he was a young philosopher with a huge desire to learn.All friends and relatives wondered that!He was very smart for his age,as he was answering very difficult questions,and when he was given an interesting assignment, he was focused and still.Here's a little wizard!