The old mirror

"I would like to be far away from the present world. I think I could make own harmonic world which would be so beautiful world for me," the old man thought with a sad smile. He was sitting in front of a big old mirror. His father had bought that mirror many years ago. The old man was recollecting his childhood when the trees were like huge unknown persons. They were the piece of the garden where he liked to walk every day. A big unknown country of beautiful smells, sounds, birds… He liked to be inside that world of colored tale, which was the reality for him in the days of his childhood. The old man recollected the fact that every day was like a little life for him. He did not think about the death or illness. He did not think about grieves or bad events. That world opened the doors of gladness and happiness for the young boy. The old man remembered that he was a funny young boy with fair hair. His mother loved to stroke his fair hair. She often told him that his hair was like tender silk. The wonderful old mirror was hung in her room one day she was celebrating her birthday. It was a warm sunny day. The old man could recollect every minute of that day. It was the happy little life of one day from his childhood. His father had brought the mirror into the room . "I wish you, my dear wife, could always see what a beautiful woman you are." His mother burst out laughing and kissed him. The mirror became the favorite thing in the house. They liked to have a look at themselves in the glass of the old mirror. It was like another world which was taking in their smiles, hopes and days. The mirror saved them behind its strange glass which was showing their beautiful reflections too. Now the old man was staring at the mirror. "Where is the reflection of my beautiful young mother? Where are her gladness and the beauty of her eyes? She died many years ago but I need to find her. Maybe it is madness only. Maybe… But the mirrors took our reflections. Therefore it should be possibly to take them back," the old man was thinking. "Yesterday I was in strange dream in the night in which my mother gave me the advice to have the attempt to find her in our old mirror. But I can see myself only". The old man cried. He had a feeling of full loneliness at that moment. It was so hard feeling for him that the old man decided to remove the mirror from the wall where the mirror had hung so many years. He took the mirror in his hands. He felt that a little piece of paper existed behind the mirror. The old man turned the mirror back to front. Yes, it was so. A little piece of paper was hidden behind the back of the mirror. He unfolded the paper and began to read. "I love you, my precious son. I love you, my sunny boy. You are the best boy in this huge world. If I will die in one day of the future, you must remember that I will always love you in any world of unknown space of death." It was the writing of his beautiful mother. The old man could recognize it among thousands of other writings. The old man became calm. He hung up the mirror on the wall. From that day he was sure that present world was a beautiful world too because his mother was not far from his old tender heart.