, my dear, i meet my zoya vasilievna, already at a fairly mature age, she is already very old, getting off the bus, wearing old felt boots, wrapped in a downy... scarf, zoya vasilyevna, you recognize me, she looked, well, of course, natasha, i recognize you, i say, where are you from, so from the bus between the city, and she says, well, i still go to the village, teach, and i still read your fairy tales, your works to these children, she shocked me with these words, because i myself treated it like, well, whatever it was once written... you ask, but it will definitely come true, this time moment i then said: lord, i don’t know what i need, but you know, lord, lead me along those paths that you know that i need, lead me, here i am, i give my will, my soul to you, just help me understand and hear at the right moment that it is yours. that it’s yours to do just the way you want, as a matter of fact, this literary activity, it began after my trip to jerusalem and the first printed work of this kind, if we’re not even talking about books, i’m very they helped in the newman magazine, our ne

already determined the form , that this essay turned out, such an artistic essay, with this essay zoya vasilievnad all classes, which means that it was read in educational institutions of our city, in other schools and so on, i spoke and read out some passages, that’s what she told me thus supported then, i can do it write, i can write, i... and i still read your fairy tales, your works to these children, she shocked me with these words, because i myself treated it like, well, what’s there? was once written in childhood, it turned out that these fairy tales are read and listened to by children already in these generations, now i also have fairy tales, and they are sometimes written in an amazing way, for example, i was shocked by the story of a woman i know and her son a singing son and a saving mother, who tried all the time to save her son. i wanted to write about this, well, i don’t know, that a story, some kind of story, suddenly a fairy tale began to be written, there lived, there was a boy, zhenya, off he went, a fairy tale was written about zhenya and the green snake, such an amazing fairy