We are all from childhood, from that time when the trees were large. But we do not remember the moment when we realized that it ended and we became adults. However, our hero clearly knows when and where it happened.
“I was 15 years old, and I was completely alone. Not the slightest chance to be near my relatives: a whole Atlantic Ocean ran between me and my family. I went to study in the USA, and my relatives stayed at home, in Moscow. I stood on the street in New York and had no idea what to do.
I was in the Metropolitan Museum, I looked at the picture “Judith with the head of Olophern”, went to the statue of freedom, even at the Empire-List-Building of us, schoolchildren, they raised in order of excursions. Several hours of free time were formed. Then I saw a large
building across the road, to which something pushed me.
In the New York Public Library-and it was it-they let me in without asking any documents. By signs, I found a children’s section and went right there. At the entrance to the reading room stood a glass window, in which something lay.
These were not books. These were old, worn toys. A small pig. Rag kangaroo. Tiger. A donkey without a tail. And shaggy bear, incredibly touching and at the same time a rather miserable look. People walked past them, and no one, as it seemed to me, did not notice them. Nobody except me.
I realized who was in front of me, and froze in amazement. I looked at them, my favorite childhood heroes, and could not believe my eyes. Yes, they were. Real Winnie the Pooh and his friends. Christopher toys Robin Milna, flying across the ocean and forever left here in the New York library.