Olga Moyseyenko
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The Green Dragon
Kosha was lying on the lake bank and admiring her reflection. She has just shed her skin last night and she came here to get a full image of her new guise: the new skin was perfectly green which meant she was fully mature dragon now. Kosha tried to see reflection of each the scale, she really enjoyed her new look and new feelings. She was thinking about staying at this place for a night: to check the reflection with different light, when she was disturbed by some strange sound in the forest. First she just ignored it - anyway no one could harm her here, and it was not worth her attention. But as the sound repeated something alarmed inside of her. The dragon decided to have a look, what was happening there, and what she saw was the last thing she was expected to see so deep in the forest: it was a girl! A little girl, maybe two or three (or four) years old (Kosha never knew how to specify human's child's age). She worn very nice emerald cloth, which made her hardly noticeable in the woods. And she was totally alone. No trace of adults were around.
By Olga Moyseyenko2 years ago in Fiction
Some things you don't need to have a comfort
A tiny nice house, a child and a dog, An evening cacao, and morning thick fog. And waffles for breakfast, some coffee with milk, When sleeping at night your linens are silk. You've got a new car and a modern TV, You spend your vacation just near the sea. Do often you think what else you may want? Have ever you thought what totally don't? No missiles exploding next to your house, And people just running away in the chaos. No children frightened with simple balloons, And long queue of refugees under the Moon. No tanks on the street, no bombs in the air, No war in your country in modernest era. Today you can ask someone from Ukraine, What happened to them to be real and main. To sleep in your bed the whole silent night, То know that your family save and alive. To give to your child the fresh food all day, To have a safe place for all you to stay. To help one another, and army as well, To have something good for others to tell. Do often you think what else you could choose? Have ever you thought what easy can lose?..
By Olga Moyseyenko2 years ago in Poets
The Hound Cat
Murzik actually even was not my cart. He was my grandad's cat. It was cold Ukrainian February when he as a kitten meowed sitting on the garbage place. My granddad had heard the kitten for three or four days from his flat at the fourth floor and then just brought the cat home. He always loved cats but my grandma was always against having one at home. Murzik appeared to be a teenage cat rather than a small kitten. He was scared and hungry and cold. For many years he would be terrified with a thought of going outside. And he would always purr only asking for food, as some kind of gratitude. And of course new owner spoiled him very quickly. As result the pet could not only scratch as a cat (and did it hard while playing with you), but also could bite as a dog. Once he tried to bite my cousin, who luckily had a good reaction and raised his hand higher in time. As result the cat hung on the sleeve of his shirt with clenched jaws just like a bulldog, meowing like "put me down" but not agreed to let the arm go. He also could attack people. One of his favorite tricks was to lick your hand and then to bite at the exactly the same place. I joked that he disinfects the place before biting. That's why sometimes he was locked in the bathroom when guests came. However usually it was as a form of play, without real aggression, though quite careless play.
By Olga Moyseyenko2 years ago in Petlife
The Train Driver
Ally has waken up, but for some more time lay with her eyes closed. It was sound and feeling of running train. But she could not call to mind where and why she was going. Ally opened her eyes at last only to find out that she was alone in the compartment. There was no luggage, no tickets, nothing. Only a playing card was on the table. The card with beautiful train on its back. Ally picked the card up, but it was only two words on its face: 'Train Driver'.
By Olga Moyseyenko2 years ago in Fiction
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