The short stories in english

Глава 1 The Surprise of the Black Sea

The Surprise of the Black Sea

A long time ago when I was a still very small boy and I did not know about something thing. We went to have rest on Black Sea with my parents. - I was surprised, but water did not have black color. Water was transparent.

I saw the very big rock in water on the beach. It was bigger them other rock. It was biggest!

Some uncle in wearing dark glasses tell me you small and you can't go around this rock. You will can drown, because next to the rock is deep.

I went about this rock to middle left. But I stopped and came back. Some time I went again to middle it right, but I did not go this rock only around.

That is way I did not drown!

FIRST LOVE

I often saw a little girl and a little boy whith lived together on the third floor. They are Zulfiya and Ravil, sister and brother. Their apartment had a balcony, but it ours didn't. Sometimes I went to Zulfiya, to watch from the balcony our yard. Zulfiya also came to visit me. When Dad bought the piano I showed for Zulfiya how to play the piano. I did not call Ravil for me. I was bored with him.

Winter has come. I was invited to visit an another girl from the first floor to celebrate New Year with she. Her dad was a military officer. Every morning he went out to the porch and cleaned to a shine army boots.

When door in girl's room was open I saw a fir-tree. It was fabulous. Fir lights were glowing I saw it for the first time. Shiny toys were beautiful! At my home our toys on the fir tree were made of paper. But her tree had still candys and tangerines. Tangerines were addition to toys. They were wrapped in the mirror paper and were suspended on the branches.

The girl gave me a tangerine. Delicious!

What was the name of the girl? - I do not remember ... I remember she was very beautiful!

What was color her hair and eyes? Also I can not remember. Were curls on her head. She smiled to me. Her hand affectionately took my hand and we started drove around tree. She told me something. What did she speak me I do not remember also ... The dress she was too beautiful. And I was fine! This I remember very well. Then I realized - this is happiness !!! Happiness is when a girl takes a hand on the arm, smiling, and when it is - beautiful ...

Yes, that's how it was. It's amazing.

But then the girl had gone. I have not seen her again. Her daddy, as a military officer, was sent to live in another place, he took with him and the girl, and the mother of this girl and her grandfather. Even a kitten it taken away. A memory of happiness with the first girl remained. So I thought about it. A few weeks later, I stopped interested in Zulfia and I stopped coming to her balcony. After that playing the piano was like torture for me

When I drew notes and treble clef is very difficult to me. But created it with dad was interesting. I nice spending five lines on a paper, it was also interesting. But it was not interesting with teacher. So I was hiding under the table, and she could not find me. When she was finding me I was seating down on the circular spiral stool, was putting fingers awkwardly and pressed the buttons. Boredom!

If I studied together with this girl from the first floor - it would be good. That's all I could remember about my first girl...

__________________________________________ So it happened - Zulfiya hurt ... and he did not understand it ... in the story - he offended she. Nobody noticed, it is not condemned ... That's right - or not?

Yuri Kazakov 14/06/2012 the Fourteenth of June, 2012 Original - http://www.proza.ru/2010/02/25/751

Глава 2 July 12 - Day of Peter

July 12 - Day of Peter

On July 12, late at night, a company car arrived to bring father to the hospital to provide surgical help.

On this day, according to tradition, with the onset of darkness, the courtyard party started hooliganism.

From somewhere they brought a few logs and began to lay them under the wheels.

At that time, my father was sitting in the car. The driver jumped out to clear the barrier, but was stopped by his exclamation.

"Wait, the guys are going to clean everything up themselves,"and turned to them with words. "I am a surgeon, they called me for surgery, I am cured like you are waiting for me."

After a silent pause, the boys cleverly removed the logs from under the wheels.

My father got into the car. The driver slammed the door.

Original http://www.proza.ru/2017/07/15/1409

Глава 3 The Window

Window

The window in office of Head of department

Once upon a time I came to take the duty to my office. The window was smashed. The duty's doctor reported it was smashed by the patient from the trauma ward. This man smashed window after duty's doctor spoke him the remark about the inadmissibility of the presence in the chamber of unidentified woman. I invited this man in office and tell him - that you broke the window, and now I have to go to operate another injured... - Why he, - the patient called the name of the duty's doctor, called the female, which came to me then is a slut female?

I asked him what you said to the doctor in charge is required to comply with the order? - You did thrown stone into the window of my office, where the doctor slept! What am I supposed to do with you now and where I to look for glass? I can't know what I will to do. After returning from the operation I opened an office key and I saw that the glass is inserted.

Original - http://www.stihi.ru/2017/07/15/7891

Глава 4 The Friendship

Friendship

Mother saw a small boy in the yard near at home. She called - boy, come here. He went to we. My mother said him my name and announced - you are friends now. So he became my friend. We started friends on the first day when the family moved in to Orel.

Original - http://www.proza.ru/2017/07/13/976

Chapter 5 The my true history, which I want will talk at my woman.

This story will be especially about my life only. I will tell for my darling my personal experiences, what I felt, what I dreamed about, what I wanted to be.