Notes of Masha Petrova 7 years old

                December 20.

I am Mary. Some call me Masha. Spit. But I'm not talking about that. And we must start with the fact that soon there will be a New Year and I dream of seeing Grandfather Frost. I hope the Snow Maiden will come with him ... But these are dreams. And I need a plan. Invented! Here it is:

1. Preparing things. (Water, tangerines, apples, candy, juice, cookies, smartphone...)

2. Waiting for someone to take the letter.

3. About 2 points of the plan. I will play on my mobile phone! And keep a diary!

4. A trap for a stranger.

5. Interrogation.

6. Acquaintance.

7. Photos.

8. Farewell.


Well, such a pla-a-a-a-a-a-an. I want to sleep... Peace of mind...

                21 December.

Writing a letter. Don't forget the brand. All put on the table. I'm leaving. I take what I need, lie down, cover myself with a blanket.

                Night of December 21st.

9 o'clock - empty.

10 o'clock - something flashed in the window. It seemed to me.

11 o'clock - nothing new.

12 noon is fine. The letter is still there.

1 o'clock - no one is visible in the window.

2 hours - I don't see it either. Eyes are already drooping.

3 hours - tangerines did not help. I'll drink juice. Didn't help either. Eat something else.

4 o'clock - playing on the phone. I look at the window.

5 o'clock - everyone is snoring... I also want to...

6 o'clock - letter on the spot. Tired! I'll sleep a little. It's very dark - I can't write anymore.

7 o'clock - can't sleep. Well, the letter is there.

8 o'clock - I have a dream. All goodbye.

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                Day 22 December.

3 p.m. - I woke up, but there was no letter. It's annoying.