All about Manyune

I had a cherished dream - to see myself little.
For example, five years old. Shchery, peanuts, with straw -colored hair burned in the southern sun. I loved to talk with caterpillars. Asked them questions and patiently waited for answers. The caterpillars were curled up with a kalachik or crawled away. Silent.
I wanted to see myself ten years. Funny, angular, timid. With long thin braids on the shoulders. Dad bought a player, and we listened to fairy tales for days. They put a vinyl plate on the stand, pressed the special button, with a hug breath, lowered the membrane with a neat movement. And they listened, listened, listened.
I so wanted to see myself little that I once took and wrote a book about my childhood. About my family and our friends. About relatives and friends. About the city where I was born. About the people who live there.
“Mannya” is that the bright that I keep in my heart. The beautiful that I gladly shared with you.
I had a cherished dream - to see myself little.
It turns out that my dream came true.
Now I know for sure - dreams come true.
Be sure to come true.
You just need to want it very much