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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required t started about a fortnight ago, I think, I began to hear bells ringing. They sound as if they are coming from far away. I listen carefully, and yes, it is exactly the same sound I heard when I was a child. One winter day I was riding in a sleigh pulled by a pony in the botanical garden, and I remember the jingle of bells on the sleigh's shafts. I felt blissful pleasure, unclouded by a single thought. I was five or six years old, I don't remember exactly. I’m not the type of person who is immersed in the past, like Marcel Proust, and I’m not particularly fond of childhood memories. But memories do not ask when they should appear; they simply intrude into one's current life, and always without any apparent reason. I go into the kitchen to wash the dishes and put the kettle on, and I hear the enchanting sound of bells ringing from somewhere far away in the corridor. Of course, there is nothing like bells in the corridor, or anywhere else in the flat. But why do I hear this sound? Can’t understand it. The only thing I understand is that it is unlikely to be a coincidence. Perhaps the ringing of bells means something that I have missed or failed to notice? Most likely, something is happening to me that I am unaware of – but I could've guessed if I had been more attentive. Unfortunately, attentiveness is not my strong suit; I've never been observant, especially when it comes to myself. I have yet to discover why I hear the bells. I expect that the explanation will come naturally, and it will satisfy me in any case. I don't intend to delve into this issue, study it, investigate the cause, and so on. A hint will suffice.
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