I've always loved New Year's Eve. Since childhood. And it's hard to say that I liked it better - the holiday itself or the magical New Year's Eve bustle, which just covered the city in the last days of December.
It got darker early. I walked down the street looking for the final touches for a cozy holiday while admiring the garlands of trees and shop windows. There were a lot of people, everyone was in a hurry to buy everything they needed and run home to their families. Somehow it made my heart feel sad.
When I turned 18, the state allocated a dormitory room somewhere in the city and threw me into the "big world". Such a fate awaited every child from the orphanage. No, I didn't complain at all. I was even lucky because instead of a separate room I could have been on the street at all. However, it made me sad that one way or another, this New Year's Eve I would have to celebrate alone. In the Orphans' House, we were all very happy about New Year's Eve, preparing together for the holiday, and then... I tried to smile. But I'm still healthy, I'm more or less okay. Perhaps, this is the best thing that can be with me at the moment and does not necessarily have to sour now.
I've got one shop in my eye. It's strange, I haven't seen it here before, even though I've been to the area a lot. I wonder what is there? I went inside. The bell rang. My grandfather came behind the counter. I smiled with a friendly smile.
- How can I help you? - He asked.
I looked around confusedly, thinking at the same time that I might have forgotten to buy.
- I wish I had a lamp like this... Well, you know, you turn it on and the patterns on the walls are displayed..." I said.
The seller nodded affirmatively.
- Now.
And he went into a room that I only noticed the door to now. It didn't take long.
- Here, take this, sweetheart.
I turned the lamp in my hands. It was very beautiful. It was small, with a blue shade and constellation-shaped slots.
- How much is it from me? - With a smile, I looked at the old man.
- Take for nothing, New Year's Eve, a holiday. Here is my gift to you. Hardly anyone else will take it.
After thanking the salesman, I came out of the warm shop. I hit a blizzard in the face. Wow, I was only in the store for a while, and the weather got so bad. It's a good thing the bus came to the nearest stop pretty fast. I jumped in and settled in. I liked the lamp. And I don't know if it had anything to do with it, but I felt warm and calm like I had a little lamp inside me.
- Beautiful..." a soft voice sounded.
I looked up. Wow, I didn't even notice how this little guy sat across the hall.
- Zhenya? - I cried out in surprise.
- Olya?! I didn't recognize you at all. God, how did you get here?!
Zhenya and I have been friends since childhood. I was two years younger than him, so he made a habit of taking care of me like a sister. He was sneaking candy from the dining room (for which he received it from the teachers), reading books, and drawing me beautiful pictures, some of which were childishly kind and light. I also loved him as a brother. Or maybe a little more? My first, still childish love...
- Here, I bought a piece for New Year's Eve. My lamp broke down completely. - I smiled. - And what are you destinies? I thought you'd gone somewhere in those couple of years... Where did you dream of going? It seems, to Peter?
- Yes, that's what happened.
- But then what are you doing in Moscow?
- Yes, I had to take some documents... For work. And then I met you.
I smiled.
- I am glad to see you too. I could have called and told you how you are.
- I called, but apparently, either they didn't want to call you, or... I don't know the reason. And I don't know your mobile phone either. Do you have a mobile phone?
-Where from? Only the janitor. - I laughed. - I haven't got used to it yet, Zhen.
- But you have a place to live, don't you? - My friend asked me worriedly.
- Yeah, so here we are.
- You live... here? - Zhenya exclaimed in surprise.
- Yes, here. What surprises you?
- No... Nothing.
We stood silent for a while.
- You know, Olga, I've been meaning to tell you for a long time... Well, remember, we were still friends in the house.
- I remember, of course. How do you forget whoever was bringing me the delicious stuff? - I smiled.
- Well... I thought it was all childish, well, not serious, in general. And now I met you and understood - not childish. Ol, I like you. And I always liked you. Will you come with me?
I was upset for a moment.
- Jenny, are you kidding me now?
- No, I'm serious. And the hell with them, with the papers, I wanted to know more about you... I couldn't forget you all this time.
I smiled. My cheeks were burning with either frost or embarrassment.
- Let's go," I nodded, "of course we will. I'm so glad to see you!
My eyes accidentally fell on the lamp in my hands. Even though it was off, for a moment I thought it winked at me with all its stars.
Some people say there are no miracles. Others say that what you believe in happens. A lot of things they say. People don't understand what you just have to feel, just believe, just wait, and then everything you ever wanted will come true.