You know, I grew up as a strange girl. At the age when all my friends were drooling at the sight of a cute kitten on the street, I could admire a caterpillar in a tree, considering it perfect, or admire a rare beetle.
And if all my classmates asked their parents to buy them a puppy, I pestered my dad with a request to get a rat. To dad, because mom - like all normal women - fainted at the sight of not only a rat, but even a mouse.
Mom resisted my stupidity for a long time, and my father tried to persuade her: “Well, what's wrong? We're not going to catch her rat in the trash! Let's buy at a pet store. You know how cute they are - polar foxes or white ones …”Finally, my mother gave up, and my father and I solemnly went after my dream.
I immediately saw him - a small, smoky-gray, with white paws and beady eyes - an adorable rat. "This one!" I yelled. We also bought a wonderful enclosure with minks and labyrinths. I was at the height of bliss. The bear was an intelligent and affectionate animal. I anxiously fed him, sat him on my shoulder when my parent was not at home … She tried not to enter my room, fearing to meet him face to face.
When my girlfriends talked about "smart dog" or "such a fluffy kitten", I laughed in my heart: my Mishka was a thousand times smarter than the disgusting Tanka dachshund and much funnier than Olya's cat. He was gentle, he loved me with the dedication of a shepherd, and I adored him. But out loud I could not object: the girls started screaming and grimacing, “they say, go away, go away with your rat! Fu, disgusting! " Dur-ry, what to say! As a result, we quarreled … But that's another story. Actually, I'm talking about Mishka …
He lived with me for three years. Then a tragedy set by nature happened - he died. How many tears were when we buried him in the country! And then I resisted the desire of my parents to have a new pet for me. "Do you want a dog?" - Mom constantly asked. No, I didn't want to. I was faithful to my Mishka. But this is still prehistory. Already becoming an adult, I began to see him in a dream. The bear stared at me with blue beads and twitched a pink patch, as if he wanted to say something.
Well, yes, well, yes, I'm such a sentimental fool. Once he dreamed of me with a bill - so funny. Sits and holds a hundred dollars in neat pink paws. And with snow-white teeth he bites them a little. "What is it for?" - I thought, waking up. And you know, it quickly became clear why. On that day I received a telegram that my grandmother from Kaliningrad bequeathed an apartment to me and died quietly.
This, of course, is not real estate in Paris, but it is money. And decent ones. And I was just about to give birth and did not feel very confident on the eve of the decree, considering that I was not married. So several million rubles were very useful to me.
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The second time I saw Bear with a coin in my teeth was two or three years later: he brought me a five-thousandth banknote in a dream. I immediately remembered the last news and began to think nervously, where could happiness come from? And it rolled over after all. My salary was increased by exactly five thousand and right on the same day. At this point I was completely convinced: Bear is a messenger of cash receipts. My affectionate and smart animal! He helped me on difficult days like no one else!
Further more. I was already married, and my daughter went to school, everything went on as usual, only now I did not have my own apartment - we all lived with my parents, and this is always not good for marriage. And at some happy moment, I saw Mishka again - he was holding a lottery ticket in his paws. When I woke up, I began to tell my husband about the dream. He just laughed, of course. And I bought a ticket.
And what do you think? I won a huge amount! Believe it or not, I didn't believe in such luck either. But this was the first payment for our apartment. And now we live in our own kopeck piece. Soon we will repay the loan. True, I don't dream about Bear anymore. On the other hand, he probably did everything he could! And for that, many thanks to him!
Anastasia MINAEVA, Chelyabinsk