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\u23f1 ~5 min reading<\/p>\n\n\n

One calm morning, when the sun was just rising over the Earth and painting the oceans pink, astronaut Garik was floating in open space. He held on to his station with a thin cable and just looked. Looking in space is the best thing you can do there. Big silver stars, distant planets that look like Christmas tree balls, silence so quiet that you can hear your own breathing in your spacesuit.<\/p>\n\n

Garik slowly reached out to adjust the antenna on the side of the station. And then \u2014 once. Something gently slipped from his wrist. Quietly, quietly. He didn't even realize it right away.<\/p>\n\n

And when he looked at his hand, he gasped:<\/p>\n\n

- Oh wow. A glove.<\/p>\n\n

His right glove slowly flew away from him. White, with three stripes, with a small patch on the thumb that Garik had once put on himself. It spun in weightlessness, like an autumn leaf in the wind.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cGlove, come back!\u201d Garik shouted and held out his hand.<\/p>\n\n

But the glove just waved its index finger at him, as if saying goodbye. And it sailed on. Into deep, deep space.<\/p>\n\n

Garik sighed. He knew: in space you can't run after a lost thing. You just look after it.<\/p>\n\n

"Goodbye," he said sadly. "I won't forget you.".<\/p>\n\n

And the glove was flying in the meantime. And the amazing thing began at once. First it sailed past Saturn. Saturn turned one of his shining rings towards it and greeted it politely:<\/p>\n\n

\u2014 Good afternoon, traveler. Where are you headed?<\/p>\n\n

"I don't know," replied the glove. "Where it will take me.".<\/p>\n\n

"Then have a good trip," Saturn smiled. "When you get to Jupiter, give my regards.".<\/p>\n\n

The glove nodded with its five fingers and swam on.<\/p>\n\n

Jupiter was huge, with thick swirls of clouds and a red spot on its side that looked like a warm heart. He carefully took the glove in his wind currents, spun it around like a carousel, and finally handed over a small autograph\u2014a thin red line on the cuff.<\/p>\n\n

"As a memento," Jupiter said. "So you know I was here.".<\/p>\n\n

Then came the Moon. The Moon also left its autograph\u2014a soft silver circle. And the glove flew on.<\/p>\n\n

And on the way she began to meet other travelers. Here was an old cap with an anchor floating - it had once been blown away by the wind from a sailor, and somehow it had reached the stars. Here was a small copper button from a military uniform, torn off somewhere in the past century. Here was a medal that had disappeared, spinning slowly and sparkling with six rays.<\/p>\n\n

"Hello," said the glove to the cap. "Are you lost too?"<\/p>\n\n\n

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"Lost," the cap nodded. "Forty years now. But not sad. There's so much interesting stuff in space. I've seen stars being born. I've seen a comet trail its tail through a million stars. I would never have seen that if I hadn't been lost.".<\/p>\n\n

\u201cAnd you?\u201d the glove asked the button.<\/p>\n\n

"And I saw it rain diamonds on Neptune," replied the little button magnificently. "And I flew through the tail of a comet - it tickles.".<\/p>\n\n

The glove listened to everyone. And traveled with them. For three whole years. She learned to understand how the stars spoke, how the planets whispered, how the silence between them sang. She was gathering a whole bag of stories\u2014invisible, but very, very heavy.<\/p>\n\n

And on the station orbiting the Earth, Garik waited. He hadn't forgotten his glove. Every day before going to bed, he went to the small round window and looked into the darkness.<\/p>\n\n

"If you ever see yourself flying past, come back," he whispered. "I'm waiting for you.".<\/p>\n\n

And then one morning, three years later, Garik was drinking his space coffee (it comes in a tube, like toothpaste, but delicious), when something quietly knocked on the small window. Knock-knock.<\/p>\n\n

Garik looked - and couldn't believe his eyes. His glove was floating on the window. White, with three stripes, with a patch. Only now on the cuff it had many, many tiny lines, circles, lines - autographs from planets and stars. And it was also a little wet - like after a cosmic rain.<\/p>\n\n

"Glove!" Garik jumped up. "You're back!"<\/p>\n\n

He carefully let her through the airlock and took her in his palm. The glove was warm. She snuggled up to him like a kitten that had been wandering for a long time and had finally found a home.<\/p>\n\n

"I'll never lose you again," Garik said. "I promise.".<\/p>\n\n

The glove moved its thumb as if nodding. And then, very quietly, not with words, but somehow from within, it asked:<\/p>\n\n

"Can I tell you what I saw? I have so many stories to tell..."<\/p>\n\n

"Tell me," Garik smiled. "I'll listen as long as I need to.".<\/p>\n\n

And for the whole long, long space night (and it only lasts forty-five minutes on the station, but they said to each other so many times, "give it a little more," that the night seemed to drag on) the glove told stories. About Saturn's rings. About Jupiter's whirlwinds. About the diamond rain on Neptune. About the cap with the anchor and the button that the comet tickled. About how the stars sing.<\/p>\n\n

Garik listened, wrote down in a small yellow notebook, and couldn't stop listening.<\/p>\n\n

When they returned to Earth, Garik made a book out of these notes. It was called "What My Glove Saw." Children all over the world read it and looked up at the sky \u2014 as if they were real friends.<\/p>\n\n

And from that time on, Garik knew the most important thing: lost things come back. You just have to wait. And when they come back, they bring with them something more than they left. Because whoever has traveled has seen. And whoever has seen has something to share.<\/p>\n\n\n

\n\n

\u2728 Lost things return \u2014 and often wiser than when they left \u2728<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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