It was time to sleep, and the little bunny grabbed the big hare tightly by the long, long ears. He wanted to know for sure that the big hare was listening to him.
- Do you know how much I love you?
- Of course not, baby. How should I know?
- I love you - that’s how it is! – and the little bunny spread his paws wide, wide.
But a big hare has longer legs.
- And I love you - that’s how.
“Wow, how wide,” thought the bunny.
- Then I love you - that’s how it is! – and he stretched upward with all his might.
“And you too,” the big hare reached out after him.
“Wow, how high,” the bunny thought. “I wish I could!”
Then the little bunny guessed: somersault on his front paws, and up the trunk with his back paws!
– I love you to the very tips of your hind legs!
“And I’ll take you to the very tips of your paws,” the big hare picked him up and threw him up.
- Well, then... then... Do you know how much I love you?... That's it! - and the little hare jumped and tumbled around the clearing.
“And I like that,” the big hare grinned, and jumped so much that his ears reached the branches!
“What a jump! - thought the little bunny. “If only I could do that!”
“I love you far, far along this path, like from us to the river itself!”
- And I’ll take you - like across the river and oh-oh-he’s over those hills...
“How far away,” the little bunny thought sleepily. Nothing else came to his mind.
Here above, above the bushes, he saw a large dark sky. There is nothing further than the sky!
“I love you to the moon,” the little bunny whispered and closed his eyes.
“Wow, how far away...” The big hare laid him on a bed of leaves.
He settled down next to him, kissed him goodnight... and whispered in his ear:
“And I love you to the moon.” All the way to the moon... and back.
“That’s how I love you” - translation of the fairy tale in poetic form:
The little bunny smiled at his mother:
– I love you like this! – and spread his hands.
- And that’s how I love you! - his mother told him,
She spread her hands and showed too.
– This is very, very much, a lot, but not too much.
“He crouched down and jumped high like a ball.
– I love you like this! – the bunny laughed.
And then in response, running wildly,
- That's how much I love you! – the bunny jumped.
“That’s a lot,” whispered the little bunny, “
– I love you like this! - the bunny smiled
And he somersaulted on the grassy grass.
- And that’s how I love you! - Mommy said,
She tumbled, hugged and kissed.
“That’s a lot,” whispered the little bunny, “
This is very, very much, a lot, but not too much.
Do you see a tree growing right next to the river?
I love you like this - you understand, mom!
And in my mother’s arms I can see the whole valley.
- That's how much I love you! - the mother told her son.
So it was a fun day. At the hour when it was getting dark,
The yellow-white moon appeared in the sky.
At night, children need to sleep even in our fairy tale.
The bunny whispered to his mother, closing his eyes:
- From the earth to the moon, and then back -
That's how much I love you! Isn't it clear?..
Having tucked a blanket around the bunny on all sides,
Quietly before going to bed, my mother whispered:
- This is very, very much, it’s so nice,
If you love to the moon, and then back.
According to psychologists, a conversation between two loving people especially before and after bedtime intimate relationships helps strengthen relationships, brings harmony and strengthens them. By the way, such a conversation in the form of a bedtime story, for example, for a beloved guy can also happen before an intimate relationship, and even without having anything to do with it, because it is in the romance, the fabulousness of such a moment that the intimacy of the moment lies.
Do you think your loved one doesn't believe in miracles? That he will refuse to listen to a fairy tale that is filled with romance and enchanting moments? If so, then you are deeply mistaken. I will tell you a fairy tale that I myself came up with for my beloved guy, showing only my imagination and filling it with romantic miracles. So here I go.
Once upon a time there lived a princess, and she had everything: beauty, tenderness, and she was smart. And her parents decided to marry her off. But what kind of suitors were there at that time? They were only interested in those half-kingdoms that the princess's father promised to give as a dowry. Of course, the princess understood all this, and she did not want to live with someone who did not see a real woman in her, to whom she could give her tenderness and love, who simply could not appreciate the seriousness of her feelings. It is impossible not to say that her friends, the same princesses from neighboring kingdoms, did not envy her. But this did not make the princess happy.
The princess's only dream was to meet the prince she saw in her dreams. It was with him that she was truly happy, only in his arms did she melt and forget about everything in the world. Perhaps she had already seen him once, or maybe she simply invented him for herself while reading bedtime stories and romantic stories, but only his eyes were warmer than everyone else, his hands seemed more affectionate, and his lips seemed the most sensual and dear. Every time, waking up and returning to reality, the princess was afraid of losing her happiness forever.
One day her father gave a ball. The princess did not want to attend it, but this particular event was an occasion to “show off” her daughter to the most profitable suitors with status. By the end of the evening, the princess was completely upset: all this fun was not hers, she felt like a guest, who was constantly being evaluated and condemned behind her back. The princess went out onto the balcony and then saw a bored young man, who was apparently just as sad. She was afraid to approach, but then, as if an unknown force pushed her towards him. They stood and looked into each other's eyes, it seemed as if nothing around them existed anymore. It was him - her beloved prince from the dream. The princess did not believe in all this, she was afraid to wake up again. But the beloved prince hugged her tightly and did not let her go anywhere else.
The old man threw the net into the sea the first time and pulled out a lot of fish, the old man threw the net into the sea the second time, and all the fish swam away.
The father gathered his sons, took the rod in his hands, bent it - and the rod broke. Then he took a bundle of rods and began to bend it in every way - but the rods did not break.
- So, sons, this is the moral. If you need to bend someone, it’s better to have the whole team at once. No one will break down, no one will quit.
Bear Hut
– who ate from my plate? - Father Bear asks menacingly.
- who ate from my plate? - asks the eldest son.
- who ate from my plate? - the youngest son squeaks.
“You idiots, I haven’t poured some for you yet,” the bear answers.
-Where are you going with these charred firebrands?
- We'll grill shish kebab.
- Stupid, this is a hospital!?
- Yes, we're joking. We take Pinocchio to the burn center.
The old man caught a goldfish, she prayed and said to her grandfather:
- Let me go, grandfather, I will fulfill any of your wishes.
– I want to be a hero of the Soviet Union.
And the grandfather was left alone with two grenades against five tanks.
A guy and a girl got married. And they agreed that each would put aside a grain of rice after the betrayal. They lived to a ripe old age and decided to open up to each other. The grandfather took out his pile, which fit in the palm of his hand. The grandmother unties the handkerchief - and there are only a few grains.
Grandfather asks in surprise:
- And it's all?
– Who fed you porridge throughout the war?
Once upon a time there lived a Bunny and a Squirrel. They were friends and loved each other. Somehow Bunny suggests:
- Squirrel, let's live together, let's get married.
- How so, because you are a Bunny, and I am a Squirrel.
– The power of our love is higher than stereotypes and species-racial considerations, Squirrel.
We began to live as a family, and there is love, and understanding, and sex. There are just no children. They became sad. Bunny says:
- Do we really not have children because I am a Bunny and you are a Squirrel? How so? Let's go to Owl, she's smart, she knows everything.
We came to the Owl and the Bunny said:
- Owl, tell me why we don’t have children? Because we are Bunny and Squirrel?
- Are you crazy or what? You don’t have children because you are a boy and he is also a boy!
Night. Little Red Riding Hood is walking along a forest path. Suddenly, a Wolf comes towards us.
- Hat, what are you doing? Night! Forest! You never know - they will attack, rob, rape!
- Come on! I still don’t have money, but I love to have sex!
We decided to get Koschey the Immortal, Kikimora and Baba Yaga higher education. They meet six years later and ask each other who became who. Koschey says:
“I entered the Institute of Steel and Alloys, and I made some amazing armor!”
“And I,” Kikimora answers, “I studied to be an ecologist, and now I have complete order in the swamp.”
“And,” says Baba Yaga, “I studied at Physics and Technology!”
Koschey and Kikimora are surprised:
- Why are you doing this all of a sudden?
– And I’m the most beautiful girl there!
In this section we have collected interesting fairy tales from around the world that are suitable for reading before bed. These little instructive and good stories will help children calm down after a stormy day and get ready for relaxation.
In bedtime stories you won't find cruelty or scary characters. Only light plots and pleasant characters.
At the bottom of every fairy tale there is clue, what age it is intended for, as well as other tags. Be sure to pay attention to them when choosing a piece! You don't have to waste time reading a fairy tale to find out whether it is suitable for your child or not. We have already read, sorted and compiled everything. brief description fairy tales
Enjoy reading and good dreams :)
An interesting fairy tale is that piece of childhood that remains with us forever, even when childhood passes away. This Magic world, which is wide open in front of the baby, and getting to know him begins with a short and sweet bedtime story.
There is no strict age limit for reading fairy tales to a child. Reading for a child is, first of all, an opportunity for emotional closeness with an adult. Even if not a word is understood yet, the familiar timbre of the voice and measured rhythm calm the baby and stimulate his development. This is why psychologists recommend reading fairy tales even to infants. The main condition: the process should bring pleasure to both the adult and the child.
A bedtime story read by a parent is a powerful stimulus for the development of a child, and provides a wide range of opportunities for the child in the following areas:
Unlike cartoons, a fairy tale does not present the child with ready-made images and a world invented by the artist, but invites him to think, think through and imagine what is not in the illustrations.
To put it simply, we read to children at night and at the same time open them up creative potential. The next step is children's first attempts at being an author and artist, but that will come later. And now such familiar and at the same time amazing short bedtime stories are coming to the aid of parents.
It often happens that every day a child asks to read a familiar fairy tale to him for the hundredth time, not wanting to listen to any others.
There is no need to argue and try to read something new - a bedtime story exists to lull you and give you pleasant dreams. This means it should be:
Repeated repetition of the same situation (familiar room, favorite blanket and soft toy, nearby is a mother reading a familiar fairy tale) turns into a kind of ritual for the baby, which has a calming effect. This helps relieve the emotional stress that has accumulated over a long day.
In the section "Short Bedtime Stories" we present famous works Russian and foreign authors who have become favorites of children all over the world.
Magical people created by Astrid Lindgren, kind tigers by Donald Bisset, inseparable Hedgehog and Little Bear by Sergei Kozlov - these and other characters are looking forward to meeting little readers.
Here you will also find folk tales and illustrated works by Vladimir Suteev. Kids will be delighted with simple educational stories and colorful pictures created by a real Master.
The free bedtime stories presented on our website are so diverse that sometimes it can be difficult to find the one you need. To help parents, we have developed a convenient search engine, which allows you to view the parameters of a fairy tale without opening it:
For a sweet dream to replace an evening fairy tale, it must be short tale, which should be read online in a calm and familiar environment.
Read in a low voice, without haste. Remember, we read to children at night not to give them new knowledge - there is daytime for that. In the evening, it is important to create a relaxing atmosphere and a feeling of peace. To do this, it is important to choose the right bedtime story, which is why our website is always open for you, dear parents!
Jumping Firefly
Bazhov P.P. 
A fairy tale about a magical girl - the fairy-tale Ognevushka, she appeared to the mine workers from the fire, began to dance, and then disappeared near the tree. And there was such a sign that where it would disappear - that’s where you had to look for gold. Jumping Firefly read Sat...
Bazhov P.P. 
One day, Danil’s student appeared with a noble master carver. He was an orphan, thin and sickly, but the master immediately noticed his talent and his true eye. Danila grew up, learned a craft, but wanted to learn the secret of beauty, so that in stone...
Malachite Box
Bazhov P.P. 
The girl Tanya received a malachite box with women's jewelry from her father. Mom put them on several times, but she couldn’t walk in them: they were too tight and too tight. The jewelry was magical, they made Tanyusha into another Mistress of the Copper Mountain. Malachite Box …
Bazhov P.P. 
A story about loyalty and love for to a loved one. The girl Katerina was left alone, her fiancé Danila disappeared to no one knows where. Everyone told her that she needed to forget him, but Katerina did not listen to anyone and firmly believed that he...
How a man divided geese
Tolstoy L.N. 
A fairy tale about a clever and savvy poor man who went to ask his master for bread, and in gratitude roasted the master’s goose. The master asked the man to divide the goose among all members of his family. How a man divided the geese read U...
About the elephant
Zhitkov B.S. 
How an elephant saved its owner from a tiger
Zhitkov B.S. 
One Hindu went into the forest with his elephant to collect firewood. Everything was going well, but suddenly the elephant stopped obeying its owner and began to listen to sounds. The owner got angry with him and began hitting his ears with a branch. ...
Zhitkov B.S. 
One day the sailors were resting on the shore. Among them was one hefty sailor, he had the strength of a bear. The sailors decided to go to the local circus. At the end of the performance, a kangaroo wearing boxing gloves was brought into the arena. Kangaroo read On a sailing…
What is everyone's favorite holiday? Certainly, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends on the earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. A huge number of poems are dedicated to the New Year. IN …
In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable ones for children aged 5,6,7 years. Poems about...
Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, snowstorms, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The children rejoice at the white flakes of snow and take out their skates and sleds from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, sculpting...
A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, Christmas tree for junior group kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's Eve. Here …
1 - About the little bus who was afraid of the dark
Donald Bisset 
A fairy tale about how mother bus taught her little bus not to be afraid of the dark... About the little bus who was afraid of the dark read Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …
2 - Three kittens
Suteev V.G. 
A short fairy tale for the little ones about three fidgety kittens and their funny adventures. Little kids love it short stories with pictures, that’s why Suteev’s fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and...
Since childhood I have loved fairy tales. Probably the most favorite of them are the Azerbaijani ones - they have so much feeling and romance that I definitely wanted to listen to each of them to the end. Now I have grown up, but my love for mysterious magical stories has remained with me.
Fairy tales are such simple stories that are described in a special language, as if you were little. But this doesn’t hurt you at all, because you get the impression that you and the author have some kind of extraordinary secret that they will definitely tell you about.
I admire the world around me, I love the people who live in it. I like to find something unique in every seemingly inconspicuous thing - something that no one has noticed before (or maybe I just didn’t want to admit it to myself?).
Fairy tales are not as ephemeral as you might think at first glance. After all, if you have never seen the planet Saturn with your own eyes (pictures and even videos do not count, because in our time everything can be faked and edited) - this does not mean that it does not exist. It’s the same with any “magic” story. Of course, it contains many different epithets, metaphors and “little” exaggerations, but its very essence is always very truthful.
Reading or listening to any fairy tales, we, unbeknownst to ourselves, involuntarily immerse ourselves in their plot. It develops our imagination and makes us think.
My fairy tales are very romantic and, perhaps, some would say, idealistic. I completely agree with you. But if you have your own ideals, then you have something to strive for. You are on the right track. After all, only a sensitive heart will tell you where to go, what to believe in and how to behave in any situation.
Believe in yourself! Trust yourself! Feel free to create your future, because it begins here and now.
A fairy tale makes you better and kinder. It gives a person hope for the best and makes him take a closer look at the world around him. After all, there are so many interesting, inexplicable and very, very touching things in life.
And now we make ourselves comfortable and plunge into the magical world of romantic fairy tales, where any obstacles can be overcome on the way to the fulfillment of our most cherished desires.
Beloved... My little Ray of Light... My Princess! I'm so glad that you and I are together.
It’s so nice to feel such a dear, warm, fragile body next to you. Feel your breath. Inhale the scent of your hair...
I almost whisper to you so as not to frighten your sweet half-asleep.
You smile at my words - and my heart begins to beat even faster.
I am grateful to you for suddenly bursting into my life and charming me. Now all my thoughts are only about you. And everything I do is for you.
In the meantime, you closed your eyes, enjoying the words that I whisper in your ear, I will tell you a fairy tale.
Once upon a time there lived a small but very bright star.
She was so beautiful - almost diamond-like in appearance.
She really liked to appear in the sky when the sun set below the horizon. She believed that she brought great benefits by illuminating the Earth at night. Although her friends, who were next to her in heaven, took it for granted.
The star tried very hard to shine brighter than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of the moon. After all, it was very important for her to benefit people. This little girl was very happy when, as she herself believed, she helped a lost evening traveler find his way home. Or if any little person could not sleep, he had the opportunity to admire her through the window, hoping for something good, deep in his secret thoughts.
But in Lately she began to feel that something was wrong. Something darkened the joyful thoughts of the little star.
She began to think about what made her so sad.
And then the little bright star realized that she was very sorry beautiful girl with golden-red silky hair. Every evening the little girl watched as the girl sat on the windowsill, turning her sad gaze to the sky.
The little star really wanted to help the stranger, but she didn’t know how yet.
From her heavenly friends she heard a legend that when a star falls from the sky, people make a wish - and it will definitely come true.
“But then you’ll die...” her friends were saddened.
- But I will be of great benefit! – she answered joyfully.
The little star really wanted to help the sad girl at the window, for this she was even ready to give her life.
Having looked for the last time at the beautiful red-haired girl, the star, breaking away from the sky, began to rapidly fall down. She no longer felt anything except the noise of her own flight...
And then, suddenly, she was overcome by an indescribable all-consuming frantic joy - the girl took advantage of the moment and made her cherished wish. The little star was very glad that she could help the beautiful stranger. Now this little girl knew that she had fulfilled her true purpose. She, somewhere deep inside, felt calm. This is the last thing the star thought about before disappearing into oblivion...
The star’s deed was not in vain - the stranger’s wish soon came true...
And another little star appeared in the sky, even brighter than the previous one...
Who knows, maybe she will be the one who will be able to fulfill one of your deepest desires, Darling...
You are already sleeping, My Precious... I will kiss the top of your head, gently touch your eyelids with my lips and also fall asleep, greedily wrapping you in my arms, guarding your sacred sleep...
Sweet Dreams, my angel!..
This year the winter was especially beautiful: the trees and roofs of houses were covered in snow, shimmering silver in the gentle rays of the sun. Today was the last day of the passing year.
A girl sat by the window, peering into the fluffy flakes of falling snow. She had long dark brown wavy hair and a graceful figure. The sun blinded her blue eyes, but transparent crystals of tears slowly flowed down her pale cheeks for a completely different reason. Today Lila will have to celebrate her favorite holiday completely alone...
It seemed that she had quarreled with Dan for a very long time - she no longer remembers how many nights in a row she cried into her pillow. But only two weeks had passed since he left, slamming the door loudly - then she jumped at the sound.
You don’t even remember what they quarreled about. You know, sometimes you quarrel “to pieces” with your loved one, firmly believing that, of course, HE is to blame. But then, some time passes and you no longer fully understand: “What was that?” Lilya was now in the same state. She would be glad to be the first to apologize, but he doesn’t answer phone calls, and no one opens his house. But the girl reassured herself that she at least tried to correct the situation.
Now she was sitting alone in the apartment that THEY had decorated together with such tenderness and love. She didn’t want to go to celebrate the New Year with friends, because this holiday was very personal for her...
She and Dan met a week before the New Year, when she was still in the 5th grade. That day Lilya was walking home with her friends after school. The girls chatted cheerfully, sharing their expectations of what they would give to whom for the holiday. When suddenly, the girl unexpectedly felt sharp pain in the head from a blow with a blunt object, and the back of her head quickly began to grow cold. Lilya couldn't keep her balance and fell. Next to her, a snowball drowned in a snowdrift, finally unstuck from the top of her head.
Suddenly, a tall, handsome boy with light brown hair and honey-colored eyes appeared next to her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you,” he said, lowering his black fluffy eyelashes guiltily.
Lilya, out of confusion, could neither move nor say anything in response. Then the guy extended his hand to her, prudently freeing her from the snow-covered glove and said:
- Let me help you get up.
Lily's girlfriends giggled and whispered to each other, surrounding the resulting couple in a circle.
“My name is Denis, but my friends call me Dan,” said the young man, helping the girl shake off the snow from her clothes.
“And I’m Lilya,” she was finally able to answer.
The young man volunteered to help the girl who had been hit by his snowball, taking her home and making sure she was okay. Lilya said goodbye to her envious friends, and Dan said goodbye to the boy he was playing with.
– How does such a lovely and fragile person manage to drag such a heavy backpack? – the guy was surprised, picking up her things.
Lilya loved to study and every day she took with her to school all the books that she might need. She considered this absolutely normal.
“If it’s too hard for you, I can carry it myself,” the girl answered offendedly and tried to take her backpack from him.
“No, it won’t cause me much difficulty,” Dan said, intercepting free hand her hand.
The girl felt herself starting to blush at his sudden touch. The guy, apparently sensing this, carefully lowered her palm...
So the young people walked through the snowy city, talking in general terms about themselves. Lilya was not verbose because she was still embarrassed. She felt a little dizzy, but she no longer knew: the reason for this was the snowball that hit her or this a handsome boy walking nearby.
From a conversation with Dan, the girl learned that he is in the 8th grade at her school, loves to create beautiful ice figures in winter, and when it gets warmer, he carves his masterpieces from wood.
“Probably his creations are amazingly beautiful, just like himself,” Lilya thought and again realized that she was starting to blush.
Dan smiled, looking at the girl, and when they approached her house, he said:
– So this is where such a beautiful, slightly embarrassed and very touching girl lives!
Lilya felt that her whole face was starting to turn red.
“You’re making me blush…” she answered timidly.
“Wait, this is just the beginning,” he smiled a sly smile. “Besides, a healthy blush suits you.”
When they parted, they agreed that from that day on he would walk her home every time after school.
The young people spent the remaining days until the New Year practically without parting. Lilya gradually began to get used to beautiful compliments this amazing guy and began to tell him more about myself. The more they got to know each other, the closer they became. It seemed that they had always been together, and the time before meeting him simply did not exist in the girl’s life.
Years passed, and the young people constantly managed to find something new and interesting in each other. They had already grown up, life went on as usual. Lilya was already in her last year at the University of Art, and Dan opened his own antique company. Only their New Year's tradition did not change: before the stormy celebration of the holiday, they went out into the street and played snowballs - only they did it gently, kindly. And somehow they were always lucky on snowy winter days...
Lilya was distracted from her memories by the loud purring of a fluffy white Persian kitten, which was basking in her arms. Dan gave it to her about a month ago, they named him Snowball. The girl smiled at this little warm bundle, who was only 3 months old.
The eyes of this creature seemed to say: “Calm down, everything will definitely be fine. Today is a magical evening, and you can count on your Little Miracle.”
Having cheered up a little, the girl cleaned herself up and checked that everything was ready for the festive dinner.
“This time there won’t be too many dishes: only all the very, very favorite ones.”
When she finished setting the table, she noticed that she had arranged the cutlery as if there would be two people celebrating the New Year: “Me and...”.
Sighing sadly and waving off the idea of not plunging into memories again, she decided to leave the extra devices in their places.
“What if they come in handy…” - for some reason she thought.
Looking at her watch, the girl noticed that it was already 10 o’clock in the evening.
“At this time, Dan and I… always went outside and played in the snow,” she almost burst into tears. - Well, okay, this time I’ll go there myself. And it wouldn’t hurt for me to clear my head.”
Waving to Snowball, throwing on a warm fur coat and putting on boots, she quickly went down the steps.
The weather was wonderful outside. The sky was clear and starry, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. Everything around seemed somehow magical in the lights of the street lamps. Lilya took a deep breath of fresh frosty air and turned into the park, which was not far from the house.
In some places noisy joyful cries of young people who had already begun to celebrate could be heard. Walking past a small clearing, Lilya felt something lightly hit her from behind, and cold snow began to fall down her collar. The girl turned around, peering into the darkness, and was ready to shout at the offender:
“No one dares throw snowballs at me, no one except...”
“Defend yourself,” someone shouted from the darkness, throwing another portion of snow at her.
“...no one except... Dan,” the girl finished her thought, deftly dodging a new attack.
Dan emerged from the darkness, smiling slyly. Lilya, without hesitation, rushed into his arms.
“Forgive me,” the girl said quietly, hugging his chest tightly.
“And forgive me,” answered the young man, inhaling the smell of her hair.
– I was so worried... I don’t even know why it all happened... I’m so sorry... I...
The girl did not have time to finish, as Dan covered her mouth with his hand.
“I was also very wrong... Only when I was apart from you did I realize that my love for you is a thousand times stronger than I thought before.” Moreover, this business trip... It forced me to be even further away from you...
Lilya wanted to tell him something else, but he stopped her.
-You're starting to freeze. Let's go home, otherwise we'll miss everything. It's already half past eleven! And it’s Snowball’s first New Year.
Dan grabbed a couple of bags that were standing by the tree. Winking at the girl in response to her curious gaze, he hurried towards the house, holding her hand tightly.
When they entered the apartment, the kitten was already impatiently waiting for them at the door, as if he was afraid that they would be late. It seemed that he was not at all surprised to see the two people closest to him together again.
They just had time to undress and open the champagne when an ancient clock in another room began to chime 12 o'clock.
“For newfound love,” Dan said, raising his glass to the girl.
“For our love and for the fact that we are together again,” Lilya said quietly.
Snowball settled comfortably on the girl’s lap and meowed contentedly.
The young people talked for a long time about their passionate feelings for each other. They were happy and now both were sure that this would be FOREVER...
Alika got a job as an illustrator almost immediately after graduating from college. She was infinitely happy about this event - after all, this is exactly what she always wanted to do.
Since childhood, she always drew beautiful pictures that were on the walls, notebooks, albums, napkins - on everything that unconsciously came into her hands. Alika was glad that her obsessive hobby would now benefit someone. Now she could draw pictures for book covers and their interior design. People around her liked her work very much, some came up to her and praised her personally. In general, the girl was pleased with both her position and the close-knit team.
And when, after some time, a new cafe “Delightful Dessert” was opened next to her company, Alika was simply delighted. After all, sweets are her second favorite pleasure, right after work.
This was a special cafe: everything in it was somehow unusual. The building itself was in the form of a dome, the entrance to it was marked by an arch with two elaborate columns. Interior design“Delightful Dessert” was even more unusual: the entire interior was focused on the play of light and shadow. The dome of the ceiling resembled the sky, and skillfully done lighting created the illusion of clouds, stars, sun rays, falling snow or dripping rain. The “weather” in this cafe was always exactly the opposite of the real weather outside. That is, if it was a cloudy winter day outside the window, then it was a starry summer night in this room. Even the tablecloths on the round tables changed depending on her: the color of ripe cherries, young grass, golden, deep blue, intriguing purple.
On the walls of “Delightful Dessert” there were very unusual paintings in fancy frames. Some tables had “sweet” images in the form of toys and various decorations(rings, brooches). Near other tables there were photographs of cocktails with “dizzying” splashes that created big picture unreality and at the same time some simple naturalness. There were also photographs of huge cakes in the form of stunning doll houses. And hand-drawn pictures of desserts in the form forest clearings they simply excited the imagination with their “fabulousness”. Near Alika’s favorite table there were coffee-themed photographs with splashes of milk in white cups on a black background.
The menu in this establishment also did not lag behind everything else in its ingenuity. What was there: apple-caramel pie “Tarte Tatin”, delicious “Magically delicious cheesecakes” with marzipan decorations, fried ice cream, “Waiting for salary” cookies, “light as a cloud and quick as a deer dessert” Winter's Tale" Moreover, the ingredients of favorite dishes changed periodically. For example, one day banana sorbet made from sugar syrup and fruit juice, on another day it could be with the addition of champagne or wine. You'll never guess what kind of surprise there will be tomorrow! Moreover, all dishes were prepared in a certain quantity. Each time, the dish of the day was chosen, the portions of which were larger than the rest. And if the visitor got the last one, he could choose a “delicious dessert” for the next day. There was something childishly cheerful and funny about it!
Alika has already tried almost all the desserts in this cafe since its opening. But most of all she loved the triple chocolate cheesecake and “Tarte Tatin” - the girl most often ordered these dishes when she came here on her lunch break.
Today she had some kind of bad day - she still couldn’t come up with a cover for a new book. Everything that came to her mind seemed somehow faded and inexpressive. With a sad expression on her face, she sat down at her favorite table. The “weather” in the cafe was rainy, although at that time the sun was shining brightly outside.
“Just like the state of my soul,” she thought.
Already starting to absentmindedly draw on the napkin on the table, Alika ordered herself a piece of triple chocolate cheesecake. She was very surprised when the waiter told her that today this dish was a “delicious dessert” and hers was the last portion. This was the first time such an event had happened to the girl, and she was somewhat confused.
“Don’t rush with your choice of “dessert” for tomorrow,” the waiter reassured her. – You can think about it while you eat.
Alika was left alone at her table. She was slightly confused: all her thoughts were confused.
– Can I come to you for a “light”? – a pleasant male voice interrupted her thoughts.
Alika looked at the stranger who asked her a question. He was a tall, handsome young man with golden hair and dark green eyes. There was a sense of grandeur and, at the same time, some kind of simplicity in his entire appearance.
“He has a very beautiful smile,” the girl thought when the guy smiled, waiting for her answer.
“Yes, of course,” she said. “I just booked a place for you here.”
- Well, how can I leave a person to the mercy of fate in such a crowded place?.. There are so many people that there is nowhere to sit.
– You are my savior! – the young man supported her, sitting down opposite her. – By the way, I’m Roman.
- And I’m Alika.
- How rare and beautiful name, - noticed a new acquaintance. “I’m sure that this must belong to a very extraordinary person with many hidden talents.”
Next to their table was a small glass partition, along which drops of “rain” flowed down. The girl automatically looked at her reflection, which was clearly visible in the dim lighting. Blonde short hair, offering a view of the graceful neck. Large almond-shaped dark blue eyes with fluffy black eyelashes, like a doll's. Graceful, fragile figure, like an elf.
“I look somehow fabulous today!”
- Yes, I am like that! – Alika smiled flirtatiously. – Only my talents are not hidden at all...
– I really hope to find out about them.
- May be…
The waiter approached the table with their orders. He asked the girl if she had decided on the main dish for the next day. Alika chose the “magic” cheesecakes, which smelled so delicious on Roman’s plate. The girl was asked to formalize her wish in a beautiful old book. She had a whole page at her disposal, so she added a pile of cheesecakes to her inscription, with a cute jug pouring jam on top. The waiter smiled sweetly at this idea and added a gift “surprise treat” to her menu.
“Now, if you’ll allow me, I need to take a photograph of you,” he said politely. – We attach all the photographs of the “lucky ones” to the “Book of Wishes”, we give the second copy to the owner... If you want, the young man can join you...
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