My younger sister Olga and I are twins, but she was born in a few minutes later. How I like her you couldn't imagine. She is pretty, funny and clever like me. She is my mirror. When I see her I see me. I am so proud that I am pretty, funny and clever like her!
Last night I dreamt we went to visit our friend Anita. Her husband Vladimir was happy to see us, such valuable guests. We were drinking our tea with sweet pastries and leisurely discussing our regular topic that was beliefs. We weren't arguing at all, only chatting with pleasure. However, in the middle of such a calm conversation Olga began to sneeze. She sneezed one, two, three times, then...
'Stop it immediately!' -shouted Anita.
Olga was trying hardly to stop but she couldn't.
'Sorry,' I said to Anita firmly. 'But I and my sister are used to sneezing not less then seven times at once. So be patient!'
Meanwhile Olga continued: four, five, six, and seven!
'You are crazy!' - cried Anita. 'Who else could sneeze seven times except one who is crazy?'
Suddenly lights came in the middle of the sky. Thunders boomed in the warm air, nearby our comfortable terrace. We all got up immediately and gaped at the sky. A huge black figure let down from the heaven on our table. It was something horrible and frightening. Its face was terrible. Yellowish eyes glittered hungrily. Big mouth was grinning bloodthirstily. We froze in our places as stones, our hearts stopped beating. The monstrous creature opened his mouth and...
And it said quickly in a thin voice: ' I am sorry, but I am able to sneeze much better than Olga!'
Then it began to sneeze endlessly...
When in the morning we woke up, Olga sat in her bed and whispered to me, breathing heavily like a frighten bird, with her eyes wide open: