Hooray! Lessons are finally over! I walk home past shining shop windows, tempting with cakes, pies, dolls in lace dresses, fancy suits and fur coats. Tomorrow we will participate in the literary action “I am writing an essay”. I don’t know what to write about.
At home, I had lunch, hastily completed my homework (I put off the essay until the moment when inspiration came) and went to my friend. When I returned in the evening, I went to the Internet in search of the information I needed to write. But my brain, tired during the day, did not want to wander in the endless spaces of the Internet, and I went to sleep ...
In the morning I was awakened by the rumble of a truck outside the window. Nearby, my sister was snoring on the bed, and my brother was sleeping on a homemade crib made of drawers, having thrown off a quilt. Mom went to work, leaving our breakfast - pancakes and tea - on the table.
I am the eldest in the family, I am 10 years old. Zinka is only 8, and Vanyushka will soon be 7 years old. After a quick wash, we had breakfast. I gave my pancakes to Vanechka, which made Zinka burst into tears, so I had to share with her too.
It's summer outside, the day is sunny and warm today, and we went to check our "mansions". I mean, the ruins of once beautiful and well-kept houses. This was our favorite pastime. There were so many interesting things! We'll find a porcelain figurine with a broken head, then a German helmet. And how many cartridges we found! More than one necklace could be made of them. But today we are particularly lucky. From under a pile of broken bricks, I pulled out a doll! She was covered in clay, one eye was missing, the hair on the back of her head was singed, in a sense, she was bald on the back of her head. She had a hole in her knee, and only panties were made of clothes. But how we were delighted with this find!
At home we washed the doll. It turns out that her eye was blue! We had to find our new girlfriend a dress. I took my mother's sleeveless blouse - blue with white polka dots. She only wore it on holidays. I cut off a piece from the blouse and tied it on a doll. It turned out like a dress. The rest of the day my little sister played with the doll. Our happiness knew no bounds!
When my mother returned from work late in the evening, Zinka and I rushed to her with our joy. Mom's eyes darkened and got wet when she saw what I had done with her blouse. Then I realized that I would be thrashed now ... But my mother sighed, looked at our satisfied faces, hugged us, kissed us ... took a needle and thread and sewed a real dress for the doll! And from the remains of the blouse I sewed a new thing for me.
My sister and I fell asleep happy, putting the doll in the middle ...
In the morning I woke up from my mother's voice: “Wake up, sleepyhead! Cheesecakes are waiting for you! " I jumped up, looked around ... I had a strange dream, as if in reality ... But now I know exactly what I will write an essay about. About how our settlers lived in the post-war period, how they rebuilt roads, erected houses, factories and factories. How the infrastructure of the city was improved, schools and higher educational institutions, theaters and cinemas, sports palaces were opened. I will write about how they built a peaceful city of dreams, a city of happiness and hope!
