The Glass Button and the Magic Dream

Описание: A quiet night arrived. Little Alice lay down in her warm bed. Beneath her pillow, golden keys jingled softly. These were the keys to the gates of the Land of Dreams, where the most wonderful stories come to life.

Alice walked over to the window. But today, the glass in it had become unusual—bright blue and transparent, like the deep sea. Through it, the world looked magical, and the girl saw that a real fairy tale was beginning just outside.

In the dark sky, the stars had grown tired of shining. Large and small constellations curled up into balls on fluffy clouds and fell fast asleep. Even the Big Dipper was snoring quietly, tucked under its starry tail.

Alice went out into the garden and gasped. Instead of birds, magical pages rustled on the branches of the trees. Pictures were drawn on them and stories were written, which could be read simply by listening to the sound of the wind.

Purr-the-Cat, Alice’s faithful companion, jumped onto one of the branches. On the white pages, black ink blots could be seen. But as soon as the cat touched them with his paw, the blots came to life and turned into fluffy night moths.

The moths swirled around Alice in a cheerful swarm. They tickled her nose with their wings and beckoned her to follow them into the very heart of the magic forest, where the trees glowed with soft silver.

But then, the first streak of dawn appeared in the sky. The dream began to melt like sugar in tea. Purr-the-Cat jumped down onto the path. It was time to get ready for the journey back, for nightly wonders do not like bright sunlight.

Purr walked through the grass and collected something shiny. These were glass buttons dropped by the dream. They shone in the sun with all the colors of the rainbow, hiding the remains of the night's visions within them.

Alice opened her eyes in her room. The sun was shining through the window, and the blue glass had become ordinary again. But in the girl's palm lay a small, cool glass button—a greeting from her wonderful dream.

By Svetlana Dedyaeva