Silent and timid Mouse is quiet and timidly jealous of her sister.
No, no, not Aline. Alina is a role model, an undisputed ideal to pray for, to strive for, but you can't envy her. Is a mortal jealous of the goddess? Is the commoner jealous of the queen? In the books that the Mouse reads, the possibility of such a situation is excluded, and the Mouse takes the books for the truth.
In books, the girls similar to it, the Mouse, love fine princes. They come to the giant dwarf caves and wake up gentle, timid, not even a kiss, one hint, one promise. They fight witches and dragons for her sake, and the reward is the lightest, most delicate scent of jasmine from the "accidentally" dropped lace handkerchief. The mouse even learned how to drop the handkerchief in this way: it seems to be an accident, but it is very elegant, and it shot with huge gray eyes towards Mr. Prince Charming.
In the books that the Mouse reads, life is almost perfect. There is no Alina, who has such a terrible headache from bad weather, no exhausted, pale, thin mother ... She seems to Mouse, like Anna Akhmatova, a favorite Myshkin poetess. There is no inhospitable Kyiv, the Dnieper, from which the blue cold blows, there is no frowning, tall boy with a heavy look and a gloomy hard mouth. There is no Dinky, loud, loud, bell, desperate Dinky.
No Dinka - and so there is no burning envy.
To Dinka comes a tall, tall boy with a pretty dark crest. His hair falls on his tall, pale forehead, his big, dark horse-like eyes are wet and framing a very beautiful, aristocratic face. When the Mouse first saw him, she thought, "This should be either a prince or a porcelain doll! But Khoholok - Andrew - was neither a prince nor a doll. He was a friend of Dinka's. And on the day when Dinka was happy, drunk, unexpectedly ringing in spring, ran home with a bunch of flowers in her hands, and then her mother told Mouse, where she had these flowers, envy of her sister became a vague, barely perceptible formed, burning feeling. Heavy as a frown of a frowning boy with thick, dark eyebrows. As sharp as Katia's gaze when she is angry.
The further back in time the dacha on the Volga River goes, the faster the restless time like Dinka flows, the more clearly the Mouse understands: only fairy tales fall in love with someone like her. Only in fairy tales does the Prince Charming come to her unexpectedly and unexpectedly and kneels down before her with beautiful words about love. And for this purpose, nothing should be done: just to protect the prince's gentle, inner light and be so that the prince immediately wants to take it for himself and never let go.
So, - understands the Mouse, - happens only in fairy tales. And in life...
In the life of princes, not always beautiful, sometimes stuttering and like porcelain statuettes, fall in love with bright, blue-eyed reckless, desperate Dinka hunters. That girl, who is not like princesses at all, but who have such bright, cherry lips, wide-open blue eyes, ringing, glowing laughter and restless, fiery disposition. And let the prince ride her not on a white horse, but on a bicycle! The mouse would give all her books to her for her to be ridden on such a bike, but only to be sure Andrei Khoholok!
For her, Dinka is one of the most important people on the planet.
One day, one day, sometime in the near future, she believes that she will be knocked on the door by Khoholok.
And then the Mouse will blossom in the rays of love and care, because what can be better than sincere love.
