My grandmother Antonina has not been there for a long time. She disappeared when I was only four years old. I remember it very bluntly, but one night I see it like it is now. It was a snowy winter evening in a village near Leningrad (at the time deaf). My grandmother persuaded me to go for a walk before going to bed, but I was capricious: I didn't want to dress, to go out in the cold. Then she said, “And suddenly something wonderful, the most beautiful, must happen right now? You don’t want to go out and go through it all?”I won’t say to believe too much, but I dressed up and went out with her.
We were gluing the snowballs when I saw two girls driving a huge red horse on our street... Before that I had only seen horses in pictures. The girls matched us, greeted us... and offered to roll me... My enthusiasm is hard to convey. I was fed with joy, and when I was put up! On a real horse. I almost burst out of happiness... And we drove to the very end of the street and back. And I told my grandmother that this was the happiest day of my life (and now remains one of the happiest).
Of course she was right. Therefore, when my two little ones grow up, when they are capricious and do not want to go anywhere, I will tell you about the wise pra-pra grandmother and how she believed that miracles happened.