Book1:TeDream-Maker

eshbodygrowold?Activeschoolchildrenjustoutofcss，run,jumpandpyonthegrass．Thereinmyskullfreshideasdance,imp-likeandpyful,justlookingforacemysweetdreamstoenhance．Dreamsaremylife,Ilovethemdear．Foradventure,loveandsatisfatheyhavenopeer．Butthewarmcozydaysarenotforever，that’sclear．PerhapsIshouldenjoythemwhilethey’rehere．WhenIdreamIwilldreamofAmalia-mymotherwhoseldomgavememuchear．YouleftmealonewhenIneededyoudear，butthenyouwereboundtoyourelectricchair．Withyou,youtookoldJaIfear．Areyouthere?IwonderasIlookatthesky．Orareyoudownbelow?Butwhereveryouare，Ifeelthetie．I’llsearmydreamshighandlow．

    Dimitriyawnedandsatupfromhisbench，stretgzily．Thetraffichadbeeheavier，thenumberofschoolchildrenintheparkhadincreased，bringingwiththemabuoyantnoisinesswhichmadesleepoutofthequestion．Dimitriwalkedslowlytowardsthekeandlookedatthewater,theskyandtheclouds．Iahechimingofchurchbellsannoungeveningvespersbroughtwithitafeelingofweariness,whieswiththecloseofday．Dimitrithought,"Imeanttotakeafortablenapuhewarmsunandspringbreeze，butinsteadIgavefreereintomythoughtsandwhiledthetimeaway．Ihaven’tcollectedanymaterialformydreamseither．Ohwell，let’sseewhatwilleintomydreamstonight．"

    2

    ThechurchbellstookDimitri’sthoughtstoheaven．Helookedattheskiesandthought．"Dotheresidentsofheavehesamewayaswedo?Dotheygotowork?Dotheirchildrengotoschool?Dotheyhavetraffis?Dotheirchildrenpyintheparkafterschool?Whatareyoudoing,Amalia，mysweetmother?Arethereanychurchesinheaven?Doyougotochurchthere?Theysaylifeinheavenistheultimatebliss,