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

High above the earth, where the clouds lie in thin layers, like layers of dough on grandma's pie, there lived two people.<\/p>\n\n

The first was Evening. He was a boy. Quite handsome. His hair was golden, like ripe honey, and a little disheveled. His eyes were warm, warm, like embers in a furnace. He wore a long, light cloak over his shoulders\u2014and on that cloak, instead of buttons and embroidery, there were scattered little stars. When he moved, the cloak tinkled softly, as if someone were shaking copper bells under a cat's ear.<\/p>\n\n

Evening came when the sun began to slowly sink behind the hills. It appeared from behind a cloud, lightly touched the sky with its fingers - and from its touch the sky turned pink. And then it became golden. And then - so lilac-warm that you wanted to look at it without blinking.<\/p>\n\n

The second was Night. She was a girl. Quiet, gentle, soft. Her hair was long and silver, like moonlight on water. Her eyes were deep, dark, with little sparkles inside. She was dressed in a long skirt the color of the deep blue sky, and when she walked, the skirt rustled softly, like a night wind in the rye.<\/p>\n\n

Night came a little later than Evening. It slowly rose above the hills, and where its foot stood, a new star lit up in the sky.<\/p>\n\n

Once upon a time, a long time ago, these two had an argument.<\/p>\n\n

Not much. It's very quiet, like a brother and sister arguing - no shouting, just wrinkling their noses.<\/p>\n\n

"I am more important," Night said gently. "I bring dreams. I bring peace. Without me, the children would not be able to rest.".<\/p>\n\n

"And I am more important," Vechir answered softly. "I bring warm conversations between families at the table. I bring the time when mom tells fairy tales and dad sits in an armchair and drinks tea with raspberries. Without me, there would be no such golden time.".<\/p>\n\n

They thought for a moment. They looked at each other. And they realized that they were both right.<\/p>\n\n

"Then let's be friends," said Vechir.<\/p>\n\n

"Come on," Night smiled.<\/p>\n\n

Since then, they have met every night. Quietly. Without haste. Without a single word of argument.<\/p>\n\n

When the sun sets, Evening comes first. It puts its golden cloak on the hills, on the roofs of houses, on the tops of trees. Everything becomes warm, golden. Mom sits down at the table in the house and begins to tell the children a fairy tale. Dad makes tea. The cat climbs onto his lap.<\/p>\n\n\n

\"\u042f\u043a<\/figure>\n\n\n

Then, slowly, slowly, Night appears from over the hill. She doesn't knock. She doesn't say "good evening" out loud. She just walks over and quietly places her cool hand on Night's shoulder.<\/p>\n\n

"I'm here," she whispers.<\/p>\n\n

"I was waiting for you," he replies.<\/p>\n\n

Evening takes off its starry cloak and carefully throws it over Night's shoulders. And she gives him a small silver ray of the moon - to carry it to the sun tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n

They stand together for a moment. Holding hands. The sky becomes especially beautiful at this moment - halfway between the gold of Evening and the dark silver of Night. If you have ever looked out the window at this time, you have probably noticed: at seven Vespers - gold; at eight - pink; at nine - lilac; and at ten - a deep, deep blue, like a small lake at the bottom of the big world.<\/p>\n\n

This is their dance. Their silent meeting. Their passing of the day from hand to hand.<\/p>\n\n

When Night puts on the golden cloak of Evening, she herself comes to the children. She goes to each crib. She sits on the edge. She gently strokes the hair. She closes the eyes with a light silver finger.<\/p>\n\n

And in the meantime, Evening goes to rest. He will lie down beyond the horizon, embrace the sun, which has already fallen asleep, and also fall asleep until tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n

We, the little ones, fall asleep at this very time. Between Evening and Night. Lulled by the warm hand of Evening. Wrapped in the soft blanket of Night.<\/p>\n\n

On one side is gold. On the other is silver. And in the middle is you, in your crib, warm, soft, in your pajamas.<\/p>\n\n

Close your eyes, sweetheart.<\/p>\n\n

The evening will lull you to sleep. The night will cover you. And tomorrow everything will begin with a new golden morning.<\/p>\n\n

Good night.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u2728 There is no quarrel between a warm evening and a quiet night - only a gentle dance that lulls everyone to sleep \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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