They say: "at New Year, whatever you wish for always comes true, everything always happens". I know this for certain, because such a story happened in my life...
It happened a long time ago, when I was a child. I had one best friend called Vovka. We lived in the same house and were what you might call "inseparable".
And so, for New Year Vovka invited me to his place. But when I arrived, I saw that he had invited other children from our class as well. 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, I didn't even come out to the festive table — my mood was completely spoiled.
And then I heard:
Hello. Why are you here alone? It's a holiday.
Well, so what if it's a holiday. I might have troubles.
I said without even turning around.
What kind of troubles?
Something rustled nearby.
And then I saw before me a teeny-tiny little person. 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 night.
Why? And what for?
I asked with interest.
Because it's on New Year's night that people make their most secret wishes. And we are the very angels who grant these wishes. So consider yourself lucky. Make a wish!
No, I don't have any wish… I so wanted to spend New Year with Vovka, but he invited all the children from the class. It turns out he's not my friend.
Who is this Vovka?
Asked the angel.
Vovka... Well, how do I put it... Well, we're always together. Like once...
I thought for a moment and began to remember different stories about me and Vovka. 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 such a friend as Vovka. And that Vovka had such a friend as me. How wonderful that we have each other.
I don't remember how I fell asleep, or where the snow angel went. I only remember that I thought how wonderful it would be if me and Vovka had many such friends as he and I.
I was woken by a knock on the window — we did this so often with Vovka: we'd throw a snowball at the window. I went out into the yard, and in front of my porch in the snow I saw the imprint of a "snow angel", and next to it stood Vovka with the children from the class:
Happy New Year, sleepyhead! We're going to the ice rink. Come with us!
Happy New Year, Vovka. I'm coming!
I shouted and, grabbing my skates, ran out into the yard.
