July 1, 2026
Finally, from the taxi window I can see my native and at the same time a strange area for me. It seems that I have not been here for many years. It always seemed to me that all the dullness and gloom of this city gathered on this street, where I spent 9 years of my life. I'm talking about Boris Bogatkov Street. If you are from Novosibirsk, then perhaps you understand what I'm talking about.
I saw my last school, it was filled with the sadness of the students arriving here and the fatigue of the teachers, most of whom put all their energy and life into this place. And the young teachers, who have been trying to get used to the school rhythm of life for a couple of years, have not been heard their wards, and someone did not want to be heard, because they were going to run away from this place despite their feet. I know this for sure, because I kept friendly relations with some people from my old school and often asked how they were doing. In general, nothing new and so it was and always will be.
My mother pulled me out of my thoughts.
-Selenia !we have arrived!- She said smiling.
-Oh,I didn’t notice!-I answered sadly. In fact, I wanted to return to the airport and fly to St. Petersburg on the first flight. I was ashamed of this desire, but I could not do anything about it.
We got out of the taxi and, pulling the suitcase out of the trunk, went to our house. Here even the air became different. Either I’m so used to St. Petersburg that I can’t perceive other cities, or my bad feeling crossed out absolutely everything good in this place. I hope , this premonition is false and I will have a great day.
-Selenia,our dad is still at work, but he promised to be released early! And he’ll buy your favorite cake! By the way, I like it too, it’s very tasty and beautiful, right?-Varya said thoughtfully. She loves to talk and ask a lot of questions She does it very funny.
- You're right, Varyusha, -i answered a little uncertainly, because I didn’t quite understand what kind of cake they were talking about, but I didn’t want to ask Varya about it. It seems to me that she would be upset or angry. She is very emotionally unpredictable.
And so, we went into the apartment. Parents made a small repair in the kitchen and in the corridor, it looked very modern and stylish. They sent me photographs, but in real life it looks much better. Apart from this, nothing has changed. It smells of father's cologne mixed with cherry my mother's perfume. Posters of my favorite musical performers still hang in my room, and the wallpaper has been painted by Varvara. I remember how I scolded her for this, but now it seems to me that this is an integral part of the design of my room.
Having sorted out all the things, I was finally able to lie down and get some sleep. The path turned out to be very long, and my watch still had St. Petersburg time. 8:30 in the morning.
-I’ll change it later,-I thought and putting the phone down, covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyes. I have a couple of hours to take a nap before dad returns home. Today we will sit in a modest company, and on the weekend I will invite my friends to the party. I missed everyone so much! The mood got a little better, although the feeling that everything would not go according to plan remained with me.
I fell asleep very quickly and had a dream. It scared me very much, because often my dreams were prophetic. My great-grandmother, grandmother and mother had and have such an ability. Varvara also begins to manifest it.
I dreamed that I would meet a person whom I would not want to see. In a dream there was a quarrel with him. This is my ex-boyfriend, whom we met in the 7th grade. We were children, but even at that age he showed himself very ugly after a month of our relationship, and after parting, he tried in every possible way to harm me. Of course, now I perceive it with laughter as a school memory, but I remember how disgusted I was with what was happening.
I woke up in a cold sweat, I was so frightened by what I saw, but I wanted not to attach any importance to the dream. Still, I have a holiday today and my dad has already returned home.
I looked at the phone. 12:15 St. Petersburg time. And it was almost evening in Novosibirsk. My head was aching from pain. A terrible feeling after sleeping in the afternoon.
Having put myself in order a little, I went into the kitchen and saw my father. He is still the same - cheerful and handsome. I have a goal in life, to find myself as reliable and loving a man as my dad. No matter what, he tries for the sake of his family and gives everything he has to us. And we answer the same. what a strong and friendly family we are, although I don’t see them as often as I would like, but our family bond is indestructible and eternal. I feel it.
-Sel,happy birthday, my princess!-dad hugged me so tightly that my bones almost burst.
-Dad, you’ll crush me!-after my words, he let me go, although he didn’t want to. A man’s mean tear rolled down his face, but he quickly brushed it away.
-And I'm not a princess, I'm already an adult!
- You’re a princess for me at all.You really have matured, prettier! Guys probably don’t give a pass,-he laughed, but I noticed a slight tension when he said this.
-Don't worry, dad, the guy I choose will pass your strict test and if you like him, then I'll think about him,- I joked.
- Well done, you are right in your reasoning! - he noticeably relaxed after my joke, - and now we have to go to the table! Varya! Run to the kitchen!
Varvara came running and now the whole family was assembled. Mom had just finished cooking my favorite chicken and fried potatoes. The table was full of food, although I sincerely did not understand why four people needed so many dishes. But I noticed four empty chairs. The doorbell rang.
-Mom, are we still waiting for someone? -in the depths of my soul, I hoped that grandparents would come, or someone just called the wrong apartment. I did not consider other options.
- Yes, I invited your grandparents! - after these mother's words, I calmed down and realized that only now all the close people would gather in our large kitchen and the family would be completely reunited. Even if only for the evening. I forgot about my bad feeling. Still, Novosibirsk met me kindly and in a native way, no matter what I said about this city.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
