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Tanya Maliarchuk
the pavement forcefully and
quite painfully. I remember
that something right at that
moment seemed to shatter
or break. That certainly must
have been my tail. It broke
and stopped growing. Who
knows, maybe tails, just like
permanent teeth, like arms
and legs, stop regenerating.
Now I’m just waiting for a
miracle. You don’t need to
be so skeptical – miracles
happen. They happen really
rarely, over a person’s life
maybe two or three times,
but they happen. A miracle
– that’s something that is
impossible to understand.
You can just believe in it.
And I do believe. I’m not just
waiting, just believing.
I live with this belief, and it’s
easier this way. I’m joyful
for every day, I’m joyful for
people, joyful for everything
that happens. It’s hard to say
whether I love so much, but
a little bit, yes.
I’m completely aware that
I might never get my tail.
So be it. Sometimes fewer
miracles happen than the
statistics show. I already had
one miracle and maybe that’s
enough for my lifetime.
A miracle happened with a
dog. The truest of miracles,
you have to believeme. I even
have witnesses – my cousin
Serhiy. I ask you – just ask
him. He also saw it. We both
saw it and were so surprised
that we never told anyone
about the miracle. It seemed
that we both dreamt it. But
you must understand that a
dream shared between two
people is also a miracle.
Serhiy brought the dog home
from the collective farm. A
little dog. A puppy. But really
sweet. Serhiy held him close
to his chest, warmed him