How Misha wrote a note to Saint Luke

In the beginning, Mishka had everything like everyone else. I went to the garden, did not like semolina porridge, played with the guys, learned poetry and made crafts. Mom went home from work, picked him up. Just from a walk I picked it up.

The bear ran to her, she took him in her arms and circled, saying: "Mouse, I miss you a lot." For the sake of appearance, Misha grumbled, struggled: “Let me go, Mom, I'm a man,” and he himself was secretly happy. Then they went home through the grocery stall, took cereals, flour, daddy's favorite sausages, chupsik - to him, Mishka. In the evening, the folder came from work, had dinner, Mishka and his father watched a sport or a movie, then went to bed. The mother read a bedtime story.

In the summer they went to the dacha, my father built a bathhouse, my mother weeded the beds, Mishka watered them from a small watering can. But more he liked to hammer carnations with his father.

And so they lived.

Mishka's school started, it was not as fun there as in the kindergarten, but tolerable. The world around me also liked mathematics. Misha drew well, he ran with great pleasure in physical education. We made it to the third grade.

She was good, mother, kind, cheerful, never cursed. She wore beautiful dresses, high-heeled shoes, in the summer - her favorite blue scarf. And then she got sick. They took her to the hospital. Three times only Mishka and his father went to her. And that's all. At the cemetery, Father and Bear did not cry. He did not believe at all that it was his mother who was buried in the ground. And I thought to myself that it was a mistake. She just went far away, will be cured and will return. I waited. Moreover, they had a secret. When the last time he came to the hospital to her, my mother pulled him to her with a weak hand and whispered:

- Mouse, I will definitely come back to you! Only, maybe, I will look different, but you will definitely recognize me!

Mishka believed and waited. Although it was hard for them with the folder. The house without a mother has become completely boring. They washed the floors, wiped the dust, washed the curtains, but still everything seemed gray. Father, after mother was taken to the cemetery, fell silent. She comes home from work, does not watch TV and stop drinking my favorite beer. Sits at the table and is silent, does not move, like a robot without recharging. At such moments, Mishka was attacked by fear. He bothered his father, invented cases, they say, I want to, check the lessons, go for a walk, go to the store, buy colored paper for labors. Father died for a while, gathered and, silently, walked, fulfilled Mishka's requests.

And then spring began. And they went to the dacha with their father, to plant a vegetable garden. The day was sunny, bright, the sky blue, like a washed window. The folder even cheered up a little. He took the shovel, thrust it into the black earth, smiled, then gasped, sat down and fell on his face. The bear rushed to pick it up, but what is it ... It's heavy, folder. Then Mishka shouted. Neighbors came running to his cry. The ambulance took the folder away. The doctors said - the heart. Doctors did not have time. What's next - Mishka does not remember well. Some kind of darkness entered his soul and sat there, pressed, did not want to leave.

So Misha ended up in the orphanage. And there he did not like it at all. I didn't like everything. No food, no room, furnished with new furniture, no loud guys, especially Vovka-zadin, no tired teachers, all look the same.

Mishka, like his father, came to the window and froze, listening to his pain. It rang like a thin gnat, then a string. At that moment, he thought that his mother had deceived him before she died: she promised that she would come, just to calm him down, fool. But somewhere deep inside, he still a little hoped that she would return.

The days flew by, one similar to the other. A new teacher came to the orphanage - Elena Yurievna. Large, soft, chubby, like a nesting doll. And the guys in her presence calmed down, and Mishka liked her. She told a lot of stories about all sorts of wonderful people and she spoke so well and lightly that Mishkina's heart pain disappeared. Even Vovka became quiet under her stories, stopped bothering everyone.

From Lena Yurievna Misha learned about Saint Luke, who lived for a long time, was a doctor and a priest, endured difficulties, helped the poor, a soldier healed and did a lot of good to ordinary people. Mishka really liked this doctor in the photo. He seems to be stern, with glasses, but his eyes are smiling. He would have saved mom and dad for sure, Mishka thought so. And Mishka also liked that Saint Luke was called the Prelate. What this means, Mishka was ashamed to ask, but he presented Luka with a large candle, the light of which dispels the darkness in Mishka's soul. And then the teacher said that Luke is now in Heaven.

After this story, Mishka thought for a long time, and then he tore out a leaf from a notebook and wrote a letter to the saint: “Dear Luke, since you are with God in Heaven, there is my mother next to me. Please remind her that she promised to return. Tell me that I miss you already. May we meet, and may I recognize her. "

When the orphanage left for Krasnoyarsk on an excursion, Elena Yurievna took Mishka and other children to the monument to St. Luke. Mishka looked this man in the face for a long time, and then, when everyone was about to leave, imperceptibly hid the note in the ground near the monument.

... Mishka was finishing his lessons when he was called to the director. There was a tall woman with a kind, freckled face and a blue scarf. She awkwardly stood up to meet the boy, smiled such a familiar smile and quietly said: "How much like a mouse!" The bear ran up and hugged her with all his might.

Elena Esaulova