“Begin with what is important.” Zhenka’s words were right. He continued.
“All is not as bad as you deem looking at the older generation that wants to improve their children with a help of singing and dancing around the pagans’ tambourine. Everyone there is right. We still can be the ones we wanted to be. We all look for problems and try to solve them. Before your dreamed future came true, you have to learn much and now how to control yourself. We, older generation, will help you to gain this knowledge. You should just live in peace with adults and try to understand their lines of thoughts. Understanding of other people is the basics. It is known since the times of primitive society that there will be now honest rule without a dialog or some drawings on a cave’s walls. This leads to a concept relationships among people are crucial at any times. And particularly today, when the boards between communication and the absence of communication—a brief exchange of opinions—are blurred. We become confused. I say, people have not changed, and their nature is to mix up the thoughts. To return back to the right path of the development of communication, we should either step back to the previous path or to become rather strong for this one. As the evolution shows, we can choose any option and develop it, then it will turn right. Now it is easier to choose the one related to actions we know. This is to increase the amount of time we have for face-to-face meetings. Why? The cobweb of social networks hangs on us. We are addicted to them. It is not enough just to delete your accounts in networks. You may feel changes only after the social networks will be deleted from you: otherwise, it is useless. Unless you, Earlyborn, had not forget your previous life stage, you will not find peace in the new one. Yet no one says this will happen instantly. It would be hard for you, yet this is the life. The main lesson is patience. The real joy is in minutes when you go and work when your work is needed.”
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And Earlyborn stood up now, as if she finished eating the durian of her previous life, and stopped dreaming. She again brewed a cup of Dominican coffee this beautiful morning after the New Year’s Eve, phoned his brother in Irkutsk and congratulated him with the New Year which came. Then she deleted her Instagram account and went to the market to buy a bird. She walked along one of the paved streets in France and all of a sudden met a person—it was Ded Moroz. His glance at her was strange. He, seemed, waited for her to act. A teacher stands near the blackboard this way, when his student solves an equation. Earlyborn acted like it was expected. She approached to this stranger, jerked his beard for three times and politely told him where to get off, using the great and mighty Russian language. Then she booted a rock she found nearby to show her strictness, and the stranger ran away, looking at the strength, which was hidden in that young lady. Do this with your problems, and they will disappear. The sun shone again. Earlyborn called Luisian the parrot she purchased on the market. It sang quietly and flew to the market constantly. Our heroine understood her pet needed some freedom and did not stop it. She forgot sadness, which was the first right doing of Earlyborn in the new year. She watered phloxes…
Chapter 22, Dubhe
Calm South waves swinging bothered Zhenka’s awaken at night imagination. He was overfilled with emotions. The case becomes simpler when you use metaphors. I know, Zhenka found his metaphor to understand the world. Earlyborn met Luisian. The boat sailed with the current, moving through the unknown waters, where anything could occur—where the depths could devour them. Yet remember what I admitted in the previous chapter—people’s relationships are crucial today.
Yesterday night the siblings lost any hope to survive, as there was a crack in their boat, when Luisian flew to them by a plane. He listened to his heart and finally decided he wanted to become a rescuer. He bought the tickets to our (and his, of course) loved Costa Rica. Then he flied a small helicopter to get to his ranc, from which he set off to his first, almost studying, flight. The boat where Earlyborn and Zhenka were had a tracker, so that if something happened, the signal would be sent to the Rescued Department. The siblings threw away their phones so as not to be addicted to them, and soon after that the boat got a crack. It was a sign they acted perfect. The closest ship to that boat now sailed around the Cape of Good Hope, yet Luisian was near. He flew notwithstanding the awful weather—there was a usual sea storm. And who did know that Luisian would say not just a stranger, but a second mother in this boat he was to rescue? Somehow turned that Luisian disappeared, however, he managed to take Earlyborn and Zhenka to Antarctic. They became cold there as soon as arrived, but managed to see and feel that beauty of the frost which you can embrace with the entire soul. This frost was like an angry kitten that wants scratch with his paws, but cannot. The invisible cover made from the fresh Italian tea protects you from everything. And then the light comes.
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Earlyborn woke up one more time. She did not sleep for the whole previous night, and even Dominican coffee could not take all these dreams out of her mind. She phoned Zhenka to assure that it was just a dream, and she felt alright. Yet such a behavior was appropriate for a woman who wants to go in Italy to enjoy the life and gaze at charming sunsets.
In four hours she sat on the roof of a small house on Sicilia. She spoke with houses about the eternity. Some of them had stucco works on walls, others had high spires and towers. She sat dangling her legs. She had a white plate with a yellow border in one hand, from where some bunches of grape looked at this world. There was a glass of mineral water. She sat, looking somewhere forward, far from there and was extremely happy. A person who missed the most important flight in his life understands abruptly: here is the happiness. Just to sit on a small island of time. Earlyborn looked at her past and realized she need to have a new goal. The rain started to fall down. She saw: two months of this year passed by. There were ten left. Ten more months—ten more hopes and ten more journeys, one in each months. How many times would she meet her reflection in a lake under the moon? Endless! Earlyborn polished off the plate with a last grape and went on living. A great painting appeared in the sky: the dawn of the moon met the dusk of the sun. “Do you love the moon or the sun?” Earlyborn asked herself. She knew with her a bit dyed fair hair: the moon. Now she loved the moon.
Earlyborn did not want to continue this book. She created a plan in her mind on how to get the valuable information without a telephone and a thing. She looked for the way of how she could become a real Italian firefighter. The luck greets people who just stood on the true path. And she stood on it. In the century of technologies we confuse he good and the bad ways of life. To clean up your mind, you need to delete all your accounts in social networks and try to live without them for a week. Without all of them. As we realize those enormous hazards and joys we faced from our beginning, we would get the pleasure from life. The light post shines into our window like a symbol of the higher powers… Happiness.