New Year s Extravaganza - English

New Year's Extravaganza - English translation
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Everything's fine. I can already bring some treats to the table. I can start with some fruits. I took a bowl of fruit and went to the festive table. Now I’ll look again at the New Year tree decorated with a bright, upward-pointing top, glass balls, cones and icicles, candies and nuts wrapped in multi-colored foil, and the indispensable apples hung by the “tail” from the green paws. I remember that after midnight we could cut nuts, candies and apples from the tree with scissors and feast on these delicious “gifts”.

This time I remembered the two New Years that I spent as a child with my grandparents. My grandmother taught me how to make New Year tree decorations. I still remember.

I cut out snowflakes from glitter foil and plain white paper and placed them on the floor around the tree.

Silver rain, usual attribute of the New Year tree, flows down the tree in the light of multi-colored light bulbs. Cozy and festive. Warm, romantic and a little fairytale.

I will sit at the table, glance at the New Year tree from time to time, watch the film “The Irony of Fate...” again and get emotional pleasure.

There was a knock on the door.

Obviously somebody made a mistake and mixed up the doors.

I opened the door. Nobody. I looked around and, making sure that no one was there, closed the door and returned to the room.

A man was sitting at the table to the left.

Shadows appeared from the corners and took their places at the table.

Actually, I wasn't expecting anyone. This appearance confused my plans and changed my mood.

FINE. Guests are guests. If they came, it means it is necessary. Why are they here?

Don't worry. We won't bother you. Eat your salad, watch your TV. We’ll just sit next to you, at your table, and if we talk to you, it won’t be about much. Sit with us. Chat... Pour us some water. We are guests after all.... Thank you.

Remember! You loved to walk along the evening streets, look at the windows filled with light and think about what was happening inside, behind the curtains in these windows. And you always came up with some warm, calm pictures. Do you remember the windows that especially attracted you, and you dreamed of living there. Do you remember?

And then your parents said that we were moving to this apartment. Exactly to this one. Were you surprised? No? But the apartment turned out to be completely different from what you imagined. You weren't happy in it.

And then you dreamed of “The City of My Dreams.” No, you didn't want to go there. You just liked calling it this way and you were a little curious. But that was enough. You ended up in this city. Does this surprise you? Are you silent?

Do you want to dream about anything else? No? Afraid of choosing the wrong dream? Well, well.

Okay, if you don't want to answer, don't answer. Then just listen.

You're difficult. As soon as you are left unattended for a minute, you choose falling in Tartarus and you are about to end. We've managed to catch you several times before you fall, but we can't back you up forever.

We're already paying too much attention to you.

Now you know that when we were destroying everything that you strived for, everything that was the last step left away, and even everything that had already been built, it was only to save you from an even greater catastrophe ? Did it hurt? Very?

And pain is precisely the path to survival, the payment for it. Like a fever that hits hard, but shows that you are fighting, and will probably pull through and move on with your life.

Rely on us. Although once we went too far... Well, two... and a half. Sorry.

And one time we practically lost sight of you. Well, we made it!

Have you understood how to defend yourself from the envy of those who look at you with “that” look, trying to find a flaw in you that justifies their deep-seated hatred of you?

What did you even understand? 

--- Why are you here?

- Go away. And take with you everything you said here. I remember everything, there is no need to remind. I could only watch. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. Well, later, having gotten a little stronger, I fought...

- Today is my holiday, and you are not needed here at all. Remembered and it will be. Go away...

There was a knock on the door.

Obviously somebody made a mistake and mixed up the doors.

I opened the door. Nobody. I looked around and, making sure that no one was there, closed the door and returned to the room. There was no one at the table.

- But why did he come? He didn’t say anything. Just like then. But now it doesn't matter.

I sat down on a chair. No, I’m not lonely, but now I even miss them. There must be guests at the table. The room is somehow empty. Although, guest differs from guest.

- That's it... I forgot...

Today is a holiday, one of my favorites, and maybe my favorite.

Time 21:00. The frozen street is visible through the window. Cold.

What is this? Suddenly the window froze and I couldn't see anything. And this snow and ice scum cannot be erased. This is from the street side. But whose face is this? Perfect, cold beauty. I can't get enough of it. You can die if you stare too long. The gaze sticks like a tongue to an iron swing in winter. I need to look away quickly. Is this really the Snow Queen? The Snow Queen, an image from my childhood?

“She’s calling me somewhere.” I'm coming!!! I’ll just throw on a coat, a hat, mittens and boots... But how will I get to her? The window swings open for a moment and a gust of wind carries me away, and now I’m already rushing in an ice sleigh towards new impressions, and SHE is nearby.

* “I know that you love winter,” a voice tells me. "Put on your mittens, put your palms up, catch snowflakes. They are flawless, perfect. I select them myself, just as your Faberge once selected the ideal, although where did you get the ideal? More and more copies from mediocre works.

* Look at the snowflakes. Not a single flaw, not a single repetition, perfect proportions and strictly in accordance with the definition. Impeccable beauty. Don't breathe on them, don't breathe. Don't breathe. Don't breathe..." - the voice was rocking me to sleep and was taking my breath away.

- I'm not breathing, don't worry. Please show me your ice kingdom. My breath will not spoil your beautiful face and will not darken your majestic world of silence. I'll hold my breath. I'll hide... I dreamed of meeting you from the very moment I found out that you exist. You were so beautiful in this fabulous image of that distant time. There is nothing more beautiful than you. And yes, winter accepted me and...

- Why did you come to me?

* You yourself know why I came to you. You love winter, you make snowflakes from paper and colored foil and wait a long, very long time... constantly.

* You are always curious about everything. Look around! What you see is useless to describe in words. Absorb the beauty of my kingdom with your eyes. The look is more voluminous, deeper, more accurate and faster than words. We are already flying at full speed. Hold on and remember!

- Fly-i-i-ng!!! How beautiful to me! Oh, even more beautiful, more, more....! Lanterns, white, glitters, shimmers, miraculous silhouettes, blue, a lot, I’ve never seen anything like this before, fabulous, stop..., come back..., wow, even more beautiful, how sharply we turned, and these air bubbles, I hope not to  fly out of the sleigh, swirling, howling, sweeping, covering... cannot  see....

* Don't be afraid. This will pass. You'll get used to it. We're almost there. Another couple of thousand kilometers and you will see my castle.

-What is it that glitters and shimmers? Is this the Northern Lights?

* Yes, backlight - illuminates the castle.

- Oh, I almost fell out of the sleigh. How abruptly the deer braked!

* They are the ones playing around. Come down.

- What a castle! I couldn't even imagine this. Is it all made of ice? Who designed it? Who built it? Can I walk around it? And this garden. Fascinating. Can I look at everything here?

- How cute! Snow cat. Can I pet him?

* No.

“Then I’ll just talk to him?”

* Well, try it. I'll be back soon.

“Cat, it’s good that you’re here, otherwise I’m a little scared. You are so “one of us”, so beautiful, so mysterious, you look so wise. You sit and think about something. I'd like to know what you're thinking about. Maybe you dream about something distant, about love, about a walk along the river, about fish in the water, about mice and birds, about clouds and wind...?

Cat: What kind of stupid fantasy? What am I thinking about?...Nothing! I'm just sitting. Leave me alone.

- Oh, so? Then I’ll tell you what: “The cats are all lustful!”

Cat: So what? Female cats are not nuns either... Otherwise, who would we cats hang out with? Don't talk nonsense. Do you want to be friends with me? So feed me.

-- Fine. What do you like more: snowballs or icicles?

Cat: “Can you offer me a goldfish? Okay, I was joking. Well, make some snowballs or something.”

- Oh, I think someone pushed me. It’s strange, the ice pieces are pushing.

Penguin: These are not ice, these are mice.
-- А кот их не ловит?

- Doesn’t the cat catch them?

Cat: Ice is very hard. I prefer snowballs.

- I will have to say goodbye to this year at 23:00. I won't be home by then, will I?

Cat: Oh, go to the bears. Every year they say goodbye to the Old Year for 24 hours in a row, and celebrate the New Year. 

- How do they see the Old Year off?

Cat: They see it off as needed. And they snack on Iceberg... or wash it down.

- Do they drink iceberg?

Cat: Don't get hung up on words.

Penguin: Let me introduce myself: Majordomo.

-- Nice to meet you: My name is, my name is…. What's your name?

Penguin: Well, that's obvious. My name is “Penguin”.

--- Nice to meet you. Oh, what happened to the snowwoman? Is she melting?

Penguin: Yes, she has a fever. You see - love fever. Fell in love with a snowman, but unrequitedly.

- And the snowman doesn’t respond to her feelings at all?

Penguin: Snowmen, over there, sweeping the yard. In general, they do not feel well, and do not think very well. There are a lot of snowmen here. All as one. Sweeping. After all, the snow keeps coming and going. And the snowwomen are melting all the time. We have to constantly sculpt new ones.

Cat: Let's go to the garden and have a look.

- There is snow all around - on the branches, on the ground, snowflakes in the air.... everywhere.  What huge snow parrots! Oh, and snow sparrows! Tiny frosted titmouse. What about a woodpecker made of ice? It won't split, will it? ... Snowy snowdrops... and what a riot of flowers here! Silence. How can one single color be so expressive? Everything is white, but there are so many shades, reflections, shapes, shadows...

Penguin: Do you see the big ice fountain with snow flowing into the pool? The moon often comes here to bathe in the snow. And the stars love to frolic here. Sometimes the crescent moon comes here to stretch out.

--- Doesn't the Sun set here?

Cat: I didn’t like you right away. Are you, by any chance, a “snowman”?

--- Sorry, I didn't mean the hot sun. The sun can also be cold. Can't it?

Cat: There are better excursionists.
You fell down "on our heads".

Penguin: Let's go to the palace.

- Let's go! Let's go! Where is the Snow Queen? Will she come soon?

Cat: Can you be quiet?

Penguin: Today is the Snow Queen's birthday.

- Oh, and I don’t have a gift. How old is she?

Penguin: She always chooses her age for the next year. Let's see.

The Queen is wearing a long, loose, sparkling dress made of snowflakes, with patterns of drizzle, with long, tight-fitting sleeves flaring down, trimmed with fluffy snowdrifts, and slightly covering her palms; on her neck is a necklace of ice, shimmering with numerous facets. Thick snowy hair is majestically styled and decorated with a narrow, elegant tiara sparkling with small pieces of ice.

Chandeliers - a gift from the Moon, illuminate the hall with bluish light and candelabra shine with multi-colored lights...

On the left side is a huge New Year tree made of ice and snow with decorations of shimmering spots.

- Bigfoot. How scary!

- Penguin, how can I leave here?

Penguin: No way. We don't have a taxi service here.

- I don't want to stay here anymore. I'm cold! I'm different. I don't want anymore... Take me back to my world. Please!...... I lost consciousness and fell on the floor....

I woke up from a knock. I got up from the floor, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Obviously somebody made a mistake and mixed up the doors.

I opened the door. Nobody. I looked around and, making sure that no one was there, closed the door and returned to the room.

22:55. Old Year, goodbye! I have another hour to be with you. An hour is a long time. It's a whole hour. Don't go, it's still early. If I could wish for something that could only last one hour and then disappear, then I would definitely take advantage of such an opportunity. Certainly.

So many memories have accumulated over this year... Another 10 minutes. Ten whole minutes. Sorry, I have to get the salad out of the fridge and the fizzy soda that will shoot bubbles up my nose as I think whether or not to make a wish.

12-11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-0! New Year! Bouquets of fireworks outside the window! What awaits us ahead?

There was a knock on the door. “Mistake,” - I thought. I opened the door, knowing in advance that there was no one outside the door......

"Happy New Year!" ….

-- Happy New Year!? You weren't mistaken... now?... Or did you understand... that I have so many doors?....