Reading always puts me under a charm. Each verse give birth to a question – any word growths up a mystery, and each single letter may hide either a key, or the trap in case we dare to try to translate any phrase literally. Just think, the question “what next?” compose my whole day since the ABC-book was opened. That has happened at my fifth anniversary, yet nothing changed since then. As I was 5 years of age, my beloved storybooks transformed my room into the dreamland, and I inflamed with desire to know “and what then?” while listening at the storyteller . Today didn’t made anything clearer. I still am guessing, what next?
Where are the tales today?