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Does anyone believe in magic? And if a person tells a story that happened to him in life. But she will be so unthinkable, and so incredible that it is simply impossible to believe in her. Will you believe? Probably do not believe it. Just like they do not believe the madman, when they tell that they see ghosts, they see some strange things, they hear something. What if it's all true? And suddenly, just the majority, made them crazy. But in fact, they are completely healthy. It was just that something happened to them that allowed them to see more than others. And here is my story.

It was an ordinary April day. The city is buzzing like a beehive by day. All people are running somewhere. Concerned with their affairs and problems that they think no one else will solve. And if these problems are not solved, then the world will stop spinning. For this time of year, it was quite warm outside. I was dressed lightly. Jeans, shirt. I walked down the street from shop to shop. To find at least something that can suit me.

I was looking for something that will appeal to my girlfriend. She will have her birthday very soon. Next week. And I needed a thing that would cause her admiration, something with history and unusual. Since she loves different antiques. badges, old books, maybe some decorations. My search was focused on all the antique stores in the area.

For a long time I could not find anything good. Everything did not suit me. Something was too presentable look. I found something interesting, but it was too expensive. Beautiful glass holders, old mirror in cast rim. Old Globe. But everything did not fit. Everything had some flaw.

I really do not like to go shopping. If we talk about my dislike for this business, then we can compare shopping trips, with walking on broken glass. There is no great need for this, it also delivers a lot of inconvenience. But there was nowhere to go. After all, I had to find something, and this something must be very unusual, very beautiful and not very expensive.

It was almost 4 o'clock in the evening. Behind them were several antique shops, several shops, a strange-looking small flea market. But it was not that. And since tomorrow I was supposed to go to work, and today was a day off, there is no such opportunity yet. It is necessary to go to a couple of places that I found on some forum, on the Internet. Where praised the range of local products.

The bus came. I sat down and went to the other end of the city to get to the store from the forum. I thought about how I will present what I buy. And lost track of time. When I looked at the clock, it turned out that about 15 minutes had passed. And suddenly my attention was attracted by a very small, one-story shop. He was wedged between two large buildings. It feels like it was a stump in the middle of a stone forest. The sign read "The most interesting antiques." Immediately flashed the thought, and suddenly this is what I need? I asked the driver to stop and went out with a quick step in the direction of the signboard, which was shining with blue light.

I pushed the door with my hand. She swung open. Walking from the street My eyes did not immediately get used to the lighting in the room. Twilight reigned there, which added even more mystery to the place. An elderly man stood behind the counter. He was short, with a beard. And read something that lay on his lap. Come closer, I saw, he was reading some local newspaper. On the counter was a mess, scattered some papers, pens, there was a mug of coffee. Man, the feeling that I did not even notice my presence. And I had to somehow pay attention to myself.

- Hello, I noticed your sign, you sell some old stuff?

- Yes, there is a large selection, you can choose anything for yourself, if you like it, buy it.

- Then if you do not mind, I look? Maybe something I like.

The old man finally took his eyes off the newspaper. He looked at me intently and turned his eyes down again, Where it was written “Accident column for the week”.

- Yes of course. You can take a look.

I thanked and went deep into the store. Shelves stood in rows. Everything was piled on them. It seems that this is not a store, but a warehouse of forgotten things. There is nothing there. Old clothes. Furniture, clocks that were hung on the walls and lay just like that, a slide. Lamps, some pictures. A strange kind of toys. To see everything here I probably would not have had a month. I decided to go to the very end, because I thought that perhaps the most interesting thing was hidden somewhere far away.

After walking about 15 minutes, I still did not find anything. And suddenly, I noticed one thing. Not even the thing itself, but the light that came from it. At first I saw exactly him. It was a strange, gentle, pink light. In the far corner, on the lowest shelf. I do not know why, but immediately I took a step in that direction. There was a feeling that this light beckoned me. Coming closer, I saw a strange-looking box, it looked like it was a perfume box. Even closer, the bottle was in the box, with a strange liquid. It was she who emitted pink light.

Reaching out, I took the box. And dragged. It turned out that she held a few more boxes with different things. And the store plunged into the sound of badges scattering across the floor, some strange clips. And something else that I could not identify.

- Oh, please forgive me. Here I accidentally dropped something. But nothing broke. I will collect.

In response, there was no sound.

I grabbed everything that fell into the box. Put on the shelf. And I held in my hand what I could get, I got up to full height. There was nothing on the box. She was gray. Apparently it was once white. But now, in this store, she found a new color, the color of dirty snow. I opened the box. He took out a bottle from there. It was glass, with a lid that was sealed. The bottle was patterned. And I found glued paper on the back wall. I read what was written there.

“Pink mist. Drive women crazy "

Immediately flashed the idea that it was some kind of ancient perfume. Which lay here from ancient times. Maybe someone from friends or relatives of the owner once brought. And now he sells them. But. They should have been in disrepair long ago. Will evaporate. Lose your flavor. And why do they glow? It was strange. I put the box in my backpack. He hung it on his shoulder. At first I had no thought of stealing. I wanted to ask, I wanted to ask the shopkeeper. But I forgot about this bottle. And later, when I was looking for something in the store that I might like. About the bottle never even remembered. As a result, I chose a beautiful candlestick lying on a shelf, almost near the door itself. He was not at all expensive. More precisely, not very expensive. And I came across a pocket. I showed the seller, He said that I made a good choice. Taking the candlestick in my hand, I walked quickly towards the exit. He opened the door and went out into the street.

Arriving home, he threw a backpack, as usual, near his computer desk. The apartment was small, only one room. Apart from the bath, kitchen, and toilet. But mine. I began to live alone rather early. After school, university. Then work. And immediately began to rent an apartment. I could afford it. Although to work I had to get a long time. But your personal corner.

Then there was the usual week. Job. House. Any affairs. Meeting with friends. And of course meeting with my girlfriend. We watched films with her. Sometimes I came to visit her. To, as she said, at least sometimes be in sight of her mother. So that she was not very worried. They drank her tea. And spent the evening together. Finally, it was Saturday.

I am always nervous when some holidays. I do not know what it is connected with. Maybe because I'm not doing very well ...

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