My grandmother was seen off; I inherited the house, moved into her apartment. And then everything happened, one after another. Then my family and I decided to sell my grandmother’s apartment; I felt terribly sorry, I came there in the evening, sat in the middle of the room and talked with my grandmother for a long time – just in the void told about how life had twisted … I lived in the apartment that I inherited from my grandmother. I loved my grandmother very much, she brought me up – my parents were constantly on business trips. But grandma left unexpectedly for everyone, and for herself too – she just did not wake up in the morning. No one had time to say goodbye, but one day … I inherited, moved to her apartment, and began an independent life of a student. My parents gave me an old car, I earned for everything else myself – I repaired a little bit of equipment – monitors, phones and other small things.
It was enough for food and rent, sometimes my parents gave me a little money, but it was always close. And once I overslept, jumped up and flew to the institute. And I got into an accident – I was carried on a slippery road, and I smashed the car, and I hit my hand seriously and had to forget about working with small details for a long time.Then my mother got sick, and so seriously that I needed a lot of money. I took an academic leave, went to work for a friend as a storekeeper in a warehouse to help my mother somehow. But it was not enough, and then my family and I decided to sell my grandmother’s apartment; I felt terribly sorry, I came there in the evening, sat down in the middle of the room and talked to my grandmother for a long time – just in the void, I told her about how life had twisted, apologized for not being able to save her apartment … And went to bed.
And at night I dreamed of my grandmother – she was sitting near an old round table on one leg, which always stood in the corner as a stand for a large and beautiful home flower. Grandma was trying to move the flower pot with her hand, but she could not; she called me, and when I started to move the pot, I woke up. The dream was as clear as in reality. I went to the table, examined it, saw nothing, watered my grandmother’s favorite flower just in case and went to work.The next night the dream was repeated with precision, only now my grandmother persistently moved the pot, looking at me reproachfully. In the morning I examined the table again, climbed down and found nothing.
The third dream was the same as the previous ones – my grandmother pushed the flower from the table, and this time the flowerpot fell, broke, my grandmother smiled and I woke up. I ran to the table, removed the pot from it and carefully examined the tabletop. I saw that a round piece of other wood was obviously inserted in the center; I picked it up with a knife and saw a hole going into the leg of the table; I turned the table over and a bag with jewelry fell out of the hole. After selling all the treasures, the money was enough for my mother’s treatment, and I did not have to sell my old but good car and apartment. Now every time I enter the apartment, I greet my grandmother and thank her.
