A beautiful country that is almost like paradise. Everything is there, there are no worries and problems, there are no explosions and there is no illness and death. There is everything that pleases the soul ... everything that can be needed, everything that pleases the eye, everything that brings joy, pleasure and pleasure.

She lived in this country.

She fell into her, like all the others ... through a large mirror.

Not seeing herself in the mirror, she was one person ... ordinary and simple, like all mortals, no one would ever look at her in the street, no one would turn around, no one would notice. Just an ordinary person, like everyone else.

But, as soon as she approached the mirror, everything changed ... her usual face acquired cute features ... eyes glowed with delight and anticipation, strange thoughts were spinning in her head.

The body was dragged to a cold mirror glass. The palms lovingly stroked the well-liked reflection, leaving barely noticeable fingerprints on the smooth surface of the glass.

Eyes looked into the eyes of a stranger, eyes crossed in a mute fight.

Some asked ... "Let go!" I need to go there, better there! They love me and wait there. ”

But the icy gaze of the cold reflection of the dark-gray eyes relentlessly repeated ... “You cannot be here. You're a stranger here. Then it will be bad for you, live in your world, there is no way for you here. ”

She wanted to get there!

I wanted to be there. The unknown always beckons.

And she stepped forward.

For a second, everything was gone. Fireworks of lights, some sounds ran before my eyes ... And everything immediately subsided.

She opened her eyes.

She was there, in a kind and colorful country. It seemed that the unknown hand of the artist painted this world in motley and beautiful colors. How much joy, how much happiness.

People here are really happy, and they welcome everyone.

She turned around. Dark glass gleamed in the sun. And behind him stood a lonely girl. Something familiar was in her.

She almost went to the glass, driven by some unknown feeling, but someone grabbed her hand and said a pleasant voice ... "Come with me."

She turned to the voice. The man. With a pleasant appearance and a beautiful smile.

She hesitated.

"Let's go to".

His strong hand seemed very tender. The warmth of his palms warmed her cold, agitated fingers. The smile was fascinating. Eyes beckoned, promising something.

She turned back to the reflection. The girl said something to her, but the words could not be heard.

“Come on!”

The man smiled and slightly pulled her hand towards him.

She glanced at the reflection.

Then on the man.

Again on a smooth cold reflection.

And again her eyes returned to the smile of her new friend.

“Let's go,” she said softly, and her fingers tightened their grip on the man’s big strong hand.

They walked hand in hand to the most beautiful place in the world.

She never ceased to be surprised at the diversity and beauty of this world.

Her new friend showed her this country, answered her questions.

All people in this country wore strange, sometimes funny names.

As it turned out, her companion also had an unusual name.

But most of all she was surprised by the fact that all the people around her in this mirror-like country also called her by a strange and strange name.

She settled in a cozy house on a street in this world. Her companion became a frequent visitor to her home. And soon he became the closest and dearest person to her. She went to bed with thoughts of him and woke up with his name on her lips.

She regretted seeing him off in the evening and met him every morning with a sincere smile and open arms.

She did not understand what was happening to her.

She lived for him, she lived for them.

She dreamed about him, thought about him.

She idolized him.

It seemed that when he was not there, she gasped, even the colorful country did not rejoice her.

She zahleb, like a sponge absorbed every moment spent with him.

She was ready to be in his arms for days, inhaling his smell, enjoying his magic voice.

He was the one without which she could not.

He was a drug.

She could not without another dose, knowing that the break-up would begin.

But, having received a new portion, it was still not enough.

She very rarely remembered her old world.

Her friend overshadowed everything. He was in first place for her.

One day, she passed by a large mirror.

She just wandered through the looking glass, thinking of her man, and her legs themselves led her to a smooth glass.

She looked in the mirror.

There was nobody there. The mirror did not show her a reflection.

She came closer.

She touched her forehead with cold glass and began to peer into the darkness.

The bright light of the sun behind the mirror shimmered on a dark glass, not allowing to see anything behind the glass.

She folded her palms in a boat and raised her hands to her temples, trying to isolate herself from the bright light, and again looked into the darkness.

And then she saw her. This stranger. I did not even see it, but I felt it.

The cold hands of a stranger tightly closed on her wrists, and an unknown force began to drag her into the former world.

Two girls grabbed in silent confrontation.

A wild struggle began in the ring of life, the judge was an indifferent mirror.

Soul and heart defended the world through the mirror.

And the mind is cold and rationally dragged into its own world.

The Looking Glass Lost.

It inexorably lost ground under the onslaught of reason.

It was an amazing feeling - She understood everything.

For those moments when she almost touched the glass, and it was necessary to take a step to return to her former world, she fought in mute hysterics, and this force was enough to stay in the mirror.

Then the mind is intelligible and understandable, with the arrangement, as for a small child he began to draw reasonable conclusions.

She agreed with them. She understood that everything was really so, but something was holding her through the looking-glass, something was pulling, something was not letting go.

And she did not want to leave.

But reason won out.

He violently pulled her into her former world.

Everything flashed before my eyes - a series of lights, some kind of sounds.

And here she stood in front of the mirror, as for the very first time.

Seeing a stranger on the other side of the shiny glass.

The eyes of the stranger laughed, her lips folded into a kind of smile.

But she realized that the ruthless reflection does not laugh at her.

It pities her.

She stood in front of the glass, her palms clenched into fists and her eyes were fixed on the mysterious glass.

“Let me go!” Demanded the girl.

"You were warned." - Quietly answered reflection.

“I need to go there! Let go! Please, let go ... "- the words went into a whisper.

The reflection only shook her head in response, and the stranger, taking a few steps back, began to disappear into the gloom of cold glass.

“No!” She screamed.

"NOT!!!"

Her hands flew up, and she began to beat the hated barrier, bringing down on glass blow by blow.

Cracks ran through the fragile glass like cobwebs, and pieces of glass fell onto the floor.

With broken glass, fragments of her soul fell into the void.

She remembered his words ... “Girl, you are my happiness! And the worst! My pain and my pleasure! This I have never had! And if we ever break up, this will not happen again! That's when the mirror world will disappear for me. ”

HERE IT IS.

Everything else loses its meaning.

She stared blankly at the fascinating glimmer of broken glass. She wanted to return to the looking glass, madly wanted to return to him.

But she could not do it. One, even a very large desire here is not enough.

The Looking Glass did not accept her.

She looked at her own reflection on the shattered glass.

The gaze was cold and seemed to penetrate the soul, and in the soul - emptiness, pain and powerlessness, in the eyes flashed anger at itself and an understanding that this was how it should be. Responsibility for two.

For the pain of two hearts ...

For insult.

For misunderstanding.

She had to come back and get used to her real world.

She was returning to her world.

She took a step back.

The glass seemed to mock her, rejecting glare and blinding its light. It shone in the eyes. It is impossible to understand whether the mirror called her or drove her away.

One more step back.

My heart ached. And the heartache passed into the physical.

Slowly back ...

One more step.

Nerves passed, and tears came out in the beautiful eyes.

One more step, unsure, but back.

She covered her mouth with her hand so as not to scream.

Eyes veiled tears. They did not fall on her cheeks, she did not allow herself to blink.

All this time, she stared at the cold dark glass.

She stopped.

A hot tear fell on her pale cheek. Her body stretched forward ...

She blinked. She turned sharply on the spot and quickly ran away from the mirror.

Her choked tears. The heart and soul were torn in the mirror, and the mind said that there is no way there.

She was returning to her world.

But she took him with her.

She took with him the one who remained in the looking glass.

She was walking on the wet asphalt. People were bustling around. A strong wind and light rain played with children in the nursery, a tempting game ... Umbrellas continually broke out to wriggle out and slip out of their hands. It seemed that the street sounds intensified. Around was a fuss, the sound of rain, peals of thunder, scraps of talk, pieces of music.

Suddenly, someone called her.

The name was not hers, but she had no doubt that it was her who was called.

Something was painfully familiar both in her voice and in the strange name that this voice called her. She turned to the voice and began to peer into the crowd of people.

She immediately saw him. She recognized him.

He confidently and hastily walked toward her. His eyes glittered, there was a smile on his face. She did not notice extraneous sounds. Everything is lost around ...

There were only him and she

Her heart seemed to be beating so fast that his thumps resounded in his ears. Her hands shook with a fine tremor, and she automatically squeezed her umbrella to hold the elusive pen. A lump rolled to his throat and his mouth went dry.

Another couple of steps and he stopped in front of her.

In a second, everything changed.

The glitter in his eyes faded and faded. A smile slowly slipped from her lips.

"Sorry ... I was wrong." - Said native voice.

She looked at him for a moment, she would recognize him from a thousand.

"Nothing ... It happens ...", - she answered in a lifeless voice.

It seemed like they had stood looking into each other’s eyes for ages.

"Excuse me". - He said with regret and slowly walked away.

She remained standing still, seeing him off into the rain.

The Looking Glass ... a beautiful country ...