{"id":1639,"date":"2026-05-05T23:23:59","date_gmt":"2026-05-05T20:23:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/?post_type=kazka&p=1639"},"modified":"2026-05-05T23:23:59","modified_gmt":"2026-05-05T20:23:59","slug":"dvyrka-shcho-vidchynyayetsya-sami","status":"publish","type":"kazka","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/kazka\/dvyrka-shcho-vidchynyayetsya-sami\/","title":{"rendered":"Doors that open by themselves"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u23f1 ~4 min reading<\/p>\n\n\n

Yaremko moved into a new room at the very beginning of spring. It was small, with blue wallpaper with little ships and a big old wardrobe in the corner. The wardrobe had come from his grandfather, and it smelled of an old book and a little bit of apples.<\/p>\n\n

Everything would be fine if it weren't for the door.<\/p>\n\n

Every evening, just as Yaremko turned on the nightlight and picked up a book, the left door of the closet suddenly\u2014cr-r-rip!\u2014would slowly open. On its own. Without any wind. Without someone else's hand. Sometimes it would open a little, sometimes almost wide open.<\/p>\n\n

The first time, Yaremko was so scared that he ducked under the covers with his head and sat there until he fell asleep. His heart was pounding like a drum on a parade. In the morning, it turned out that the door had been open\u2014just the width of his palm.<\/p>\n\n

The next evening he decided to be braver. He sat and watched. And again: at half past eight, quietly\u2014cr-r-rip!\u2014the door slid aside.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d Yaremko asked in a whisper.<\/p>\n\n

His shirts and sweaters were silent in the closet. Only the sleeve of his striped sweater swayed slightly, as if waving. The air smelled of something green, like a freshly plucked leaf.<\/p>\n\n

On the third evening, he called his sister, Bohdana. Bohdana was older, in third grade, and wasn't afraid of anything in the world\u2014not even spiders.<\/p>\n\n

"Look," said Yaremko. "Now they'll open on their own.".<\/p>\n\n

They sat on the bed and didn't breathe. The clock in the hallway struck eight-thirty. And\u2014cr-r-rip! The door obediently slid aside.<\/p>\n\n

Bogdana wrinkled her nose.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Hmm. Strange.<\/p>\n\n

She went to the closet and looked in. Sweaters. A box of cubes. Grandpa's old notebook. Nothing out of the ordinary.<\/p>\n\n

"Maybe the floor is crooked," she decided. "That's where it's going.".<\/p>\n\n

But Yaremko knew: the floor was flat. He specially checked with a pencil - it didn't roll. And also: the door always opened at exactly the same time. The floor doesn't know how to do that.<\/p>\n\n

On the fourth evening, Yaremko decided to lie quietly, with his eyes closed, and peer through his eyelashes.<\/p>\n\n

The clock struck half past eight. Something tinkled faintly in the room, like a thin crystal bell. It smelled of something green: young leaves, rain, and a little bit of honey.<\/p>\n\n

Cr-r-rip! \u2014 the door slid aside.<\/p>\n\n

And then Yaremko saw.<\/p>\n\n

A tiny girl flew out of the door. No bigger than a sparrow. Her hair was like dandelion fluff, in her braid was an apple blossom petal, and behind her back were wings, transparent like soap bubbles.<\/p>\n\n\n

\"\u0414\u0432\u0435\u0440\u0446\u044f\u0442\u0430,<\/figure>\n\n\n

She calmly flew up to the window, gently pushed the latch, and the window opened. Fresh night air, smelling of the garden and a little of lilac, poured into the room.<\/p>\n\n

The fairy made a circle under the ceiling, touched the lampshade with her finger (it swayed slightly), and returned to the closet.<\/p>\n\n

"Wait!" Yaremko couldn't stand it.<\/p>\n\n

The fairy froze in midair. She looked at him with eyes as round as two dewdrops.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cCan you see me?\u201d she asked in a small voice, as if someone had clinked a spoon against a cup.<\/p>\n\n

"I see. Who are you?"<\/p>\n\n

"I am the breeze fairy. My name is Rustle. I live in the garden, and I go to your room through the closet\u2014there, behind it, is an old crack in the wall. It's very convenient. I come in every evening, open the window, and let out the stuffy air and let in the fresh. Otherwise you'll have bad dreams.".<\/p>\n\n

Yaremko sat on the bed.<\/p>\n\n

"So it's you?! I thought... I thought there was someone scary in the closet.".<\/p>\n\n

Rustle laughed\u2014the sound was like the wind blowing through bells.<\/p>\n\n

"Scary? Me? But I weigh less than a feather! It's just that the door is old and creaky. I don't even have time to touch it with my finger, and it's already - creak-creak!"<\/p>\n\n

She flew closer and sat on Yaremka's knee. Her wings barely tickled his skin, like a butterfly.<\/p>\n\n

"Can I keep going? It's just that now you'll know.".<\/p>\n\n

"Yes, I can," Yaremko nodded. "And will you bring me good dreams?"<\/p>\n\n

"Of course. Today I will bring you a dream about a boat trip.".<\/p>\n\n

She flapped her wings, blew a gentle breeze on his bangs\u2014it smelled like lilies of the valley\u2014and darted back into the closet. The door quietly\u2014click!\u2014closed by itself.<\/p>\n\n

Yaremko lay down. The sheet smelled of the freshness of the garden. Somewhere under the window a bird was chirping. On the blue wallpaper, the boats seemed to be quietly waving their sails.<\/p>\n\n

"Good night, Shelestynko," Yaremko whispered.<\/p>\n\n

And he sailed off into sleep \u2014 to where a small white sailboat was already waiting for him.<\/p>\n\n\n

\n\n

\u2728 The strangest guests sometimes bring the freshest air \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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