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You know, I grew up a weird girl. At an age when all my girlfriends drooled at the sight of a cute kitten on the street, I could admiration for watching a caterpillar on a tree, considering it perfection, or admire a rare bug. And if all my classmates asked parents to buy them a puppy, I molested dad asking to get a rat. To dad, because mom is like everyone normal women – fainted at the sight of not just rats, but even mice. Mom resisted my dope for a long time, and father persuaded her: “Well, what is it? We are not in the trash to catch her a rat! Buy in pet shop. You know how cute they are – fox color or little white … “Finally, mom surrendered, and dad and I solemnly went for my dream. I saw him right away – small, smoky gray with white legs and bead eyes – pretty a rat. “This one!” I yelled. We also bought a wonderful aviary with minks and labyrinths. I was at the height of bliss. The bear was smart and affectionate animal. I anxiously fed him, put him on my shoulder, when there was no parent at home … She tried not to enter my room, fearing to meet him face to face. When mine girlfriends talked about “smart doggie” or “such a fluffy kitten, “I laughed in my heart: my Bear was a thousand times smarter nasty Tankina dachshund and much funnier than Olga cat. He was gentle, he loved me with the devotion of a shepherd, and I adored him. But I couldn’t object aloud: the girls began to scream and grimace “Like, go away, go away with your rat! Fu, disgusting!” Fools that to tell! In the end, we quarreled … But that’s a different story. I, in fact, about the Bear … He lived with me for three years. Then happened a tragedy laid down by nature – he died. How many tears were when we buried him in the country! And then I resisted the wishes of my parents get me a new pet. “Do you want a dog?” – constantly asked mother. No, I didn’t want to. I was faithful to my Bear. But it’s still background. Already becoming an adult, I began to see him in a dream. bear staring at me with blue beads and twitching a pink patch, as if he wanted to say something. Well, yes, yes, I am sentimental stupidity. Once he had a dream with a bill – funny So. Sits and holds a hundred dollars in neat pink legs. A with white teeth bites them a little. “What is it for?” -I thought, waking up. And you know, pretty quickly it turned out to why. That day I received a telegram that my grandmother from Kaliningrad bequeathed me an apartment and died quietly. Of course, not real estate in Paris, but it’s money. And decent. And I just about to give birth and did not feel very confident on the eve Decree, given that she was not married. So a few million rubles were very useful to me. The second time Bear with I saw money in my teeth in two or three years: he brought me in a dream five thousandth note. I immediately remembered the last news and became to think nervously where happiness can come from? And fell over after all. They added exactly five thousand salaries to me and right on the same day. Then I was absolutely sure: Bear is a messenger of money receipts. My affectionate and intelligent beast! He helped me in difficult days like no other! Further more. I already got married, and mine my daughter went to school, everything went on as usual, only now me of our apartment – we all lived with my parents, and this is always not good for marriage. And at some happy moment I saw again Bear – he was holding a lottery ticket in his paws. Waking up, I became telling a husband about a dream. He only laughed, of course. I’m a ticket bought it. And what do you think? I won a huge amount! You can not believe, I also did not believe in such good luck. But it was the first installment for our apartment. And now we live in our own kopeck piece. Soon already repay the loan. True, Bear no longer dreams me. Well, with on the other hand, he probably did everything he could! And on that one thank you very much! Anastasia MINAEVA, Chelyabinsk
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