Somewhere in a village that is divided by the lake Yalpug there is an old mouldering house I used to come to every year. I liked spending summers at my grandpa's home. The pale winter he died was chilly. He passed away few days after I turned twenty one.
Later that month I came to that very house I used to visit so often. My furry coat was warming my body but not my frozen mind and finger tips. The closer I was to the house the more vivid was gorgeous cat hiding behind the window frame. Looking right into me with flaming eyes defeating with her power that was ten or even hundred times bigger than mine. There was no sense in trying to compete with the face of nature. Walking down the hill to the half alive house with the cat in the window I could hear only the creak of my boots falling into the layers of snow.
When I finally came closer to my competitor I asked Her silently: " Is there destiny? Tell me. Do I get to chose?" And the ebony creature with a pair of yellow eyes sent a warm ball of flame into the air. I breathed it in and heard: "Wherever you go and whatever you do there are trials you will have to go through. You may make right decisions which won't make the path easier but will lead to a better end."
And I came closer to the window but the picture was blurry, I couldn't see my interlocutor. I swiped my tears off and could only see the projection of me in the window of an empty house. That cat still lives in me because She gives me strength when my human being gives up.
A. Georgiu
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