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When the lilac bloomed color, noon dream, catching a flycatcher in my arms, slammed into another world. In that world, the big ocean splashed near the mountains, that touched my feet. I walked along them, feeling the roughness of the skin and was fascinated by the game of splashing waves. Time has stopped, as if there was nothing similar to him. I contemplated the warmth, sliding over the shoulder bends, wind, and, ray of light tickling palm, and the surface of the mountains under the feet enthusiastically. Realizing, that this whole world is just a dream in the minds of a passerby. And suddenly a little kite's voice rang out, I turned around and dodged a blow. It was a beak the size of a steel dagger. And again the kite unclenched its beak and rushed without a break, aiming at the eye itself, I dodged a predatory throat again. Involuntarily continuing to fight with him, like a nut galloped on a hot frying pan, until I remembered the will, what is given to us. And wrapped a kite in an elephant, he flew away, lay your ears back.

And slowly returning to reality, thought, that life kites are given, so that we can show will in dexterity. Do not be predatory pharynx, we can’t grow strength like muscles without exercise load.

In early childhood we invented games ourselves. Then, furrowing the floors between rooms, like a ship in the ocean, were transported to the distant expanses of childhood dreams, sitting in a big bath, that of a light cocoa colored plastic. For greater naturalness, water spillage around the floor, so that you can squish with a stick and hands. They were building a spaceship, collecting parts from welders on the street.

But one day, for the taste of herbs, friends decided to scare for fun, coming up with an invisible story on the go, that somewhere near there lives. He can bite on the side, sneaking up behind, and then you look at the other part. This is his suit, that he bites those, who doesn't want to play with him. Here a couple of guys are laughing and there is nothing to do, how to present facts. And I divert their attention with one hand, I'll throw the second thing, there, where it cannot be, then I'll open the door, I'll put a sock in my pocket. And so their fear reached such heights, that space seemed to them a small basin. And the ridiculous tasks were carried out over and over again, one is funnier than the other. And now I wanted to insert a word, they say it's a fiction and a joke, but it pulled me into the trap of that day. Feeling mighty, I began to manage the guys like a flying boat. Wherever i want, there he flies. And tricks are no longer necessary. But then my conscience began to torment me and I confessed everything.

And the case, stretching through the years along the moonlit path, reminds me from afar, that in childhood my six-year-old mind comprehended: when the enemy is invisible – he is more terrible and great.