They say: "on New Year's Eve, whatever you wish for always comes true." I know this for certain because something like this happened to me in my life...
It happened a long time ago, when I was a child. I had one best friend named Vova. We lived in the same house and were what you'd call "inseparable."
So, for New Year's Eve, Vova invited me to his place. But when I arrived, I saw that he'd also invited other kids from our class. I was very upset and angry: "Am I not his only friend?" — and I left without wishing him a happy holiday.
So I sat in my room, didn't even come out to the holiday table — my mood was completely ruined.
And then I heard:
Hi there. Why are you alone? It's a holiday.
So what if it's a holiday. Maybe I have troubles.
I said without even turning around.
What kind of troubles?
Something rustled nearby.
And then I saw a tiny little person in front of me. He was thin and sparkly, like a snowflake. And behind his back I saw two transparent little wings.
Who are you?
I was surprised.
I'm a snow angel. We come down to Earth only on New Year's Eve.
Why? And what for?
I asked with interest.
Because on New Year's Eve, people make their most secret wishes. And we are the very angels who grant those wishes. So consider yourself lucky. Make a wish!
No, I don't have any wish… I really wanted to spend New Year's with Vova, but he invited all the kids from class. Turns out he's not my friend.
Who is this Vova?
The angel asked.
Vova... Well, how do I put it... Well, we're always together. Like, one time...
I paused and started remembering different stories about Vova and me. I was telling stories, and the angel looked at me with his big kind eyes and smiled thoughtfully.
And the longer I talked, the clearer I understood how lucky I was to have a friend like Vova. And that Vova had a friend like me. How wonderful that we have each other.
I don't remember falling asleep or where the snow angel went. I only remember thinking how nice it would be if Vova and I had many friends like him and me.
I was woken by a knock on the window — Vova and I did that so often: we'd throw a snowball at the window. I went out to the yard, and in front of my porch in the snow I saw the imprint of a "snow angel," and next to it stood Vova with the kids from class:
Happy New Year, sleepyhead! We're going to the ice rink. Come with us!
Happy New Year, Vova. Let's go!
I shouted and, grabbing my skates, ran out to the yard.
