She Is in My Heart

New Year in the winter forest… Spruces dusted with snow… the setting sun in a light haze… From the beauty of it, my breath caught. And then… in the first few seconds we even didn’t understand what was standing before us. A huge old pine tree, from its lower branch hanging… an angel. A crystal toy the size of a person, outstretched wings, head bowed down, long white curls. The angel slowly swayed, and in the air there was like a faint ringing—exactly like from many little bells. I watched, spellbound, the figure hanging from the pine. The crystal toy turned out to be a girl. Dead. A layer of snow covered her, her dazzling-white hair shimmered in the winter sunbeams. And her face… Half-transparent, like rare porcelain. I could barely stand on my feet because suddenly I realized— the dead girl had my face…