I'm not sure if I've ever been as excited as I am when I finally manage to get the precious book out of the tote bag.
While mother is cooking dinner and father is working out, I can secretly examine my entire catch in my room.
I could have gotten out anything first, but I'm too curious, I want to find out what kind of book I have grabbed eventually.
The fear immediately runs through that I'll be disappointed, that it's not worth all the efforts I have to put in, but I reject these thoughts – whatever the content is, it's a valuable information, unavailable to anyone else.
I reach into the bag and find a book.
It turns out to be much thinner than I imagined. There in the attic I was completely out of control, everything was a blur, so I didn't even pay attention to the details."There were such volumes, and I was 'lucky' enough to grab probably the thinnest book of all," I think to myself bitterly.
I can't wait any longer: the more I postpone, the more distracting and sad thoughts float through my mind.
With a slightly trembling hand, I take out the cherished book – my biggest secret in life. And of course, to my luck, it appears to me from the back. Well, at least I can see its color – scarlet.
Smiling slightly, I take the next step – I turn the book over.
The author's name Alexander Grin is written on top of the cover, and just below is the title Crimson Sails.
For a few seconds I stare at the sagging golden letters and stroke the worn surface, then I open the page with the annotation at the very beginning – I want to understand at least a little of what fate has thrown at me.
"The creative work of Alexander Grin is unique. His romantic stories have not been recognized by critics for a long time, but they have always attracted readers.
His heroes – exceptional individuals who are able to make their own magic – remain heroes of today.
In Grin's works, love triumphs...Or a wonderful dream about it, which inspires a person to feat and creativity."
What I read gives me goosebumps. The abstract sounds so magical and...captivating. In our world, books are mostly about friendship, family values, animals and nature. Love, miracles, feats, romance – this is what's considered unimportant, unnecessary even.
Is there any wonder I became even more attracted to this book?
My curiosity is stronger than my common sense.I'm seriously contemplating reading all night – I can't wait to find out how the story ends. But my internal discipline, based on upbringing and strict following rules, takes its toll.
I read two chapters and hide the book in the lowest drawer of the wardrobe with the firm intention to continue my acquaintance with the amazing world of Assol and Gray tomorrow.
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