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Дина Сабитова, Мышь Гликерия и хорошие сны
Glykeria the Mouse and the Good Dreams
Glykeria the Mouse decided to get a clock. While it didn’t work it was still pretty. Glykeria is a connoisseur of beauty. She keeps lots of pretty things that others no longer want. Everything has its own bag, box, or case.
Her friends and acquaintances know that instead of throwing things out, it’s better to give them to Glykeria. She will happily store them in her top drawer. She has a strict order there. The fragments of blue Christmas decorations go in a white box, taped with blue wrappers. The red fragments are in a silver crispy bag. There are peach bits in a cookie box. There are buttons strung on a fishing line and so on.
The drawer is a menagerie of junk. Besides Christmas tree decorations, peach pits, and buttons, she has velvet patches, silk laces, beads and pearl beads, broken manicure scissors, fragments of ceramic cups with flowers, debris from a broken mirror, wrappers of bitter chocolate, river shells, foreign coins, samara seeds, three real crystal perfume caps, the zipper from a suede bag, copper springs, a teaspoon for marmalade, five wallpaper nails with stars on the nail head, a dried fig, crumbs of mica, watermelon seeds with a tiger drawing.
She just doesn’t have a clock.
“I need a clock,” Glykeria said to the shopkeeper.
“A very useful thing indeed!” replied the seller.
“Here you go, the finest clock.”
Glykeria thought that if the clock is useful then you have to somehow use it.
Glykeria, however, did not know how to use it.
“It’s very easy,” exclaimed the seller.
“Hang it on a wall using a strong nail and watch it... Now and again.”
“What a weird seller,” thought Glykeria. “Well, take the chocolate wrappers, for example. I take them out of the folder and look at them. Other than that, they are useless. They’re very bright and wonderfully useless.”
“If the only thing you do with a clock is watch it, that means it has no use. Sold!” decided Glykeria.
After deciding which nail she would use to hang the clock - a normal nail or a wallpaper nail - she ran back home with her clock.
The clock is hanging on the wall. Glykeria is admiring it. It ticks beautifully and has a long pendulum. Its hands shimmer.
At that moment an acquaintance calls in.
“I heard that you bought a clock.”
“Yes, it’s the finest clock of all,” replied Glykeria.
“That means that at least today you will come to visit us on time.”
“Will do,” Glykeria nodded obligingly.
“Already getting ready.”
“In half an hour?”
“In half an hour.” Glykeria replied gladly.
“Or maybe in fifteen minutes.”
“In fifteen minutes,” Glykeria replied without arguing, and sat staring at the clock.
Sounds pretty, “fifteen minutes,” thought Glykeria. She made a note not to forget to ask him what that means.
Suddenly, something sniffled! Then it banged loudly! Over and over again.
“No, be quiet! You’re scaring me!” Shouted Glykeria, but the clock did not listen. It was silent when it wanted to be.
“It will be dark soon”, she thought, crawling from under the table. “Probably, I should not keep it in the house”, and took the clock out to the backyard.
The clock was sniffling and banging all night. Glykeria looked into the window hiding behind the curtains.
In the morning she returned it.
“This clock is wild, not trained. Do you have any small, safe clocks?”
“Here is the smallest. The thing is, it just doesn’t work, it is always running late,” said the seller giving Glykeria a small, wooden, lacquered box. In the box something was quietly ticking with its arms.
“I got myself a new watch.” “it’s very small and totally tamed.” Glykeria said showing it off to her friends and acquaintances. The watch is actually tamed. It doesn’t fuss, make noises or wake Glykeria up.
At night Glykeria puts the watch to sleep in the top drawer. She places it right between the teaspoon for marmalade and the river shells. They all have nice quiet dreams.
Well, if the watch is running late, it’s because it doesn’t need to rush anywhere today.
Just like Glykeria doesn’t either.
Glykeria the Mouse decided to get a clock. While it didn’t work it was still pretty. Glykeria is a connoisseur of beauty. She keeps lots of pretty things that others no longer want. Everything has its own bag, box, or case.
Her friends and acquaintances know that instead of throwing things out, it’s better to give them to Glykeria. She will happily store them in her top drawer. She has a strict order there. The fragments of blue Christmas decorations go in a white box, taped with blue wrappers. The red fragments are in a silver crispy bag. There are peach bits in a cookie box. There are buttons strung on a fishing line and so on.
The drawer is a menagerie of junk. Besides Christmas tree decorations, peach pits, and buttons, she has velvet patches, silk laces, beads and pearl beads, broken manicure scissors, fragments of ceramic cups with flowers, debris from a broken mirror, wrappers of bitter chocolate, river shells, foreign coins, samara seeds, three real crystal perfume caps, the zipper from a suede bag, copper springs, a teaspoon for marmalade, five wallpaper nails with stars on the nail head, a dried fig, crumbs of mica, watermelon seeds with a tiger drawing.
She just doesn’t have a clock.
“I need a clock,” Glykeria said to the shopkeeper.
“A very useful thing indeed!” replied the seller.
“Here you go, the finest clock.”
Glykeria thought that if the clock is useful then you have to somehow use it.
Glykeria, however, did not know how to use it.
“It’s very easy,” exclaimed the seller.
“Hang it on a wall using a strong nail and watch it... Now and again.”
“What a weird seller,” thought Glykeria. “Well, take the chocolate wrappers, for example. I take them out of the folder and look at them. Other than that, they are useless. They’re very bright and wonderfully useless.”
“If the only thing you do with a clock is watch it, that means it has no use. Sold!” decided Glykeria.
After deciding which nail she would use to hang the clock - a normal nail or a wallpaper nail - she ran back home with her clock.
The clock is hanging on the wall. Glykeria is admiring it. It ticks beautifully and has a long pendulum. Its hands shimmer.
At that moment an acquaintance calls in.
“I heard that you bought a clock.”
“Yes, it’s the finest clock of all,” replied Glykeria.
“That means that at least today you will come to visit us on time.”
“Will do,” Glykeria nodded obligingly.
“Already getting ready.”
“In half an hour?”
“In half an hour.” Glykeria replied gladly.
“Or maybe in fifteen minutes.”
“In fifteen minutes,” Glykeria replied without arguing, and sat staring at the clock.
Sounds pretty, “fifteen minutes,” thought Glykeria. She made a note not to forget to ask him what that means.
Suddenly, something sniffled! Then it banged loudly! Over and over again.
“No, be quiet! You’re scaring me!” Shouted Glykeria, but the clock did not listen. It was silent when it wanted to be.
“It will be dark soon”, she thought, crawling from under the table. “Probably, I should not keep it in the house”, and took the clock out to the backyard.
The clock was sniffling and banging all night. Glykeria looked into the window hiding behind the curtains.
In the morning she returned it.
“This clock is wild, not trained. Do you have any small, safe clocks?”
“Here is the smallest. The thing is, it just doesn’t work, it is always running late,” said the seller giving Glykeria a small, wooden, lacquered box. In the box something was quietly ticking with its arms.
“I got myself a new watch.” “it’s very small and totally tamed.” Glykeria said showing it off to her friends and acquaintances. The watch is actually tamed. It doesn’t fuss, make noises or wake Glykeria up.
At night Glykeria puts the watch to sleep in the top drawer. She places it right between the teaspoon for marmalade and the river shells. They all have nice quiet dreams.
Well, if the watch is running late, it’s because it doesn’t need to rush anywhere today.
Just like Glykeria doesn’t either.
