Once upon a time there lived a little devil, who was different from other devils, and his name was Uzi. One day, he went into a deep forest. He noticed a little red poppy, which was blooming in the full moon’s light. “ Wow! I’ve never seen this flower before!” he said and came closer to the poppy. He thought of giving this flower to his beloved mother. When he riped the flower off, he heard his mother’s voice: “ Uzi! Where are you rascal?”
She found him looking straight at her, and holding something behind his back.
“ What are you holding?” she asked.
“ It’s a flower... I-I found it here, and wanted to give it to you.”
He handed her a redish poppy, she clenched the poppy in her fist and it quickly wilted.
“ I’ve told you lot of times, that you should be evil, not good, because you’re a devil! You’re like your father! And that’s what happened to him!” she said and gave the wilted flower to Uzi. “ I'm waiting for you at home.” Uzi stood for a long time and cried, looking at the wilted poppy.
“ You are right mother, I should never be like my goodish father!” he spoke with evil on his face and disappeared.
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Two weeks before the first of January we decorate the Christmas tree with colored balls, figurines and sweets.
My mother and I cook festive meals almost the whole day, because there are always a lot of guests for the New Year.
For New Year we give gifts to relatives.
At midnight we turn on the TV and make a wish for the chimes, we congratulate each other on the New Year.
The New Year is always very cheerful, because they say "How to meet a year, so you'll spend it."