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© Ianis Zhemanov, 2025

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“Be like children”

God

CHAPTER I – Trust

Sandra sat at the breakfast table across from her husband Doran attentively watching him eat his morning meal. For some reason she always liked watching how he ate his breakfast and had many fond memories of him eating. She often recalled her Doran: eating in Toronto, the city where he had studied dead languages; then Doran eating in Edmonton, the city where he had translated antique treatises for a publishing house and again her beloved Doran, eating in Green Rock, Sandra’s home town where they had moved to start a new life which was to not have been connected with anything to do with languages.

“Would you describe that farmer to me?” asked Sandra. It was a habit of hers to always ask her husband questions while he was having breakfast.

Doran looked up from the morning meal he was devouring and took two sips of his tea, “You mean the one named Mr. Swatrick?”

“Yes, the one who appears to be in need of another worker,” nodded Sandra.

“I would say he is a good man and a real hard-worker,” these were the first paint strokes of the picture of the farmer who had promised Doran a job. The potential employer as described by the potential employee was an individual who was short, paunchy and grey-haired.

“Last night I had a strange vivid dream,” said Sandra in quite voice, “there was this old man who looked like your Mr. Swatrick and you were busy loading hay onto a truck.”

“That’s really interesting. So what now, have you started having visions?”

It seemed to her that the mystical coincidence of her dream and the farmer had not impressed Doran in any way.

“You know, I have never had dreams like that before and your description has completely given me the creeps. By the way as far as I remember, you forgot to mention that he wears a silver chain and has a tattoo. Yes, a tattoo on his right leg, a dragon, if I am not mistaken.”

Doran got up from the table and started pacing back and forth in surprise. His wife had really had some sort of prophetic dream. Of course, working on a farm had never been Doran`s ardent desire and it was never talked about, but right now it was better than being unemployed. “I am going to meet with him on Monday,” he said at last, “and you know, it seems to me that I already know what the answer will be.”

Sandra then also got up from the table and went quietly over to the window. The morning sun shone through, highlighting her voluptuous figure and at the same time brightened her face. Dressed, as she was, in a white flowing robe she looked like a phantom, a ghost or a woman made of light.

She broke her reverie and said, “Sometimes I really think that it may not have been such a great idea to change our lives in such a radical way!”

“I don’t ever want to return to what was my previous life, Sandra. I am completely and totally done with it. Fortune has truly smiled down on us and your dream was a sign,” Doran raised his hand and softly touched Sandra`s shoulder and for a few minutes they silently stood, side by side, looking out through the window.

“I’m completely happy, if that is the way it will be but right now we need to pay the rent for the house and unfortunately our money is about to run out. By the way I forgot to tell you, yesterday my mother asked you to go and visit her. She said she wants to talk to you and I was thinking if she gives you money you could clear up all of our outstanding bills. They’re all over there lying on the bureau.”

Sandra’s words regarding finances just served to strengthen and sharpen the deep sense of guilt that had been quietly tormenting Doran`s heart and soul. Even though he was still a young man he endlessly reproached himself for all of the troubles that his restless nature had made for his beloved wife. Sometimes one might think that it seemed that Doran was covered with a layer of some sort of special invisible potion whose main attribute was attracting problems of different scale. Two months ago when the married coupled had left Edmonton they were dreaming of opening and running a cozy little café. Unfortunately however, the money that the young couple had had was not enough to allow them to take their first steps in running a small business and the banks did not want to deal with people who had no stable work or income. As it was Doran was unemployed and their only income was the money which Sandra earned working part time as a nurse in the local hospital.

After having finished breakfast, Doran got ready and went off to see Ms. Brakson, Sandra’s mother. The fresh air and beams of light from the morning sun were the best cure he had for the blues he was sinking deeper and deeper into. It was the beginning of June and nature was full of life and everything seemed bright and pulsing with pure energy which for some reason seemed to fill Doran with strength, giving his hopes and dreams renewed power.

One step after the other the young man moved further and further away from their house. He strolled past the bank which had not given them credit to start a business, then past the Little Hog Bar, which was famous for its strong yet cheap drinks. After that he strolled past the town church and the old water tower which soon were also far behind him. At last he reached the little white one-story house of his mother-in-law.

Opening the door Ms. Brakson said: “Welcome! Come in, come in! Thank you for having taken the time to come.” There was an official tone in her greeting which was portentous of the gravity of the forthcoming conversation. Feeling a gnawing dread Doran entered the entry hall of the home.

“I can’t watch how you loiter around the town anymore,” the woman came right to the point. “When my daughter got married it was to a prospective well-educated young man and now what do we have? You don’t even have enough money to live on let alone support a family.” The woman sighed in displeasure, “Okay. To be honest, I didn’t invite you here just to moralize over your situation. I actually have a job prospect for you at one of the larger Canadian companies. They currently are in need of a translator from Latin into English and would be very glad to employ such a young specialist as you. So? What do you think?”

Doran kept silent as he had no idea what to say. One the one hand he had no desire whatsoever to work as a translator, especially in a big city, and on the other he was rather afraid of this woman. Her harmonious combination of good manners and imposing appearance gave her all the air of aristocracy and generosity, so any contradiction to what she said or wanted seemed to Doran to be akin to sedition and even an offense against the truth.

“Actually ma’am I found a job,” he said in a low uncertain voice, “and if I have employment the bank will give me the credit required to open our café.”

“So! You managed to find a job!?” Doran`s words came as a surprise to her.

“Yes, I of course I did. All of this is just our first step. We need a little time to finally realize our dream.”

“So… Well, I must say, then that is quite another matter.” She seemed to sigh with relief, “So when is your first working day?”

“On Monday I’ll sign a contract and then I’ll probably start working on Tuesday or Wednesday.” Doran felt his face flush with shame as fear made him lie.

He realized now that his life was in the hands of Mr. Swatrick and if the farmer refused to hire him he would find himself in a horrible situation. Not only would he be without a job but Sandra`s mother would then consider him to be a liar and a dishonest man. The reason, why Doran had decided to lie to his mother-in-law, was the dream which Sandra had had that night.

Ms. Brakson smiled. “If that is so, then perhaps you had better get a little training for yourself. With that said: my roof is leaking and I thought about you and am sure you can handle it. I already bought everything that is needed so you can start right away.”

Doran got right to work and by midday the roof had been completely repaired. Doran had replaced two of the roofing tiles that had cracked and installed a new drainpipe to replace one that had rusted through. As Sandra had correctly supposed, Ms. Brakson really did give him some money.

Doran left feeling slightly better and when he was walking up to their home he saw a playing card lying on the ground near the porch. It was a six of diamonds. He looked around, trying to find more cards but there were no others to be seen. It was strange but for some reason it seemed to him that someone had left the card there on purpose. Doran looked carefully at the card and came to the conclusion that it was a sign sent to him from heaven. All that remained was to learn exactly what it meant.

Once inside he started searching through all of their books and was lucky to find a corresponding reference book about cards and symbolism and read the following: “The six of diamonds is a symbol of fortune and happiness. This card means that all of your dreams will come completely true.” This information inspired him. This meant that good changes were really coming and there was nothing to fear and he would surely get the job.

Right at about the same time Sandra finished working in the garden and came into the living room were Doran was reading. She looked tired and a bit sad: “I thought you’d return earlier.”

“I actually went and paid all our bills and bought some food from the restaurant.” answered Doran and kissed his wife. “I helped your mother and repaired her roof.”

“Did you talk about anything?”

“She said that she wished I would find a job and the sooner the better.”

An awkward silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. Doran then took a lottery-ticket out of his breast pocket as if it would somehow raise Sandra’s spirits. “The drawing will be on Monday and just maybe…. Anyway. It’s just for fun.”

Sandra smiled. She knew Doran was a naive dreamer who could put all the stakes on something even if the probability of winning was almost non-existent.

***

Sunday morning was not particularly remarkable for its originality or in any other aspect either. Doran was having breakfast as usual awhile Sandra was watching how little pieces of fried bacon kept disappearing into her husband`s mouth.

“So. What’s written on the lottery ticket?” she asked.

The question was so sudden that Doran almost choked, “It’s called Lucky Way. It’s actually quite famous all over the country.”

“In big white capital letters right? And the numbers on the ticket are of a greenish color.”

“Yeah! That’s right! Did you have another prophetic dream?!”

“Probably. It’s my second time! According to the dream you’ll win seven thousand dollars. I saw you getting the money in their office!”

“It’s a miracle!” Doran was ready to hug the entire world. They were silent for about half a minute and then they both burst out laughing hysterically. They were both filled with happiness from the knowledge that tomorrow their lives would change completely and finally they would have the lives filled with stability and harmony that they both wanted.

Sandra’s words determined Doran’s plan of action for Sunday. He called his friend Charley and arranged to meet him in the Little Hog Bar.

As do all responsible, punctual people Charley arrived exactly on time and the clinking of two jugs of beer as they toasted broke the silence inside the bar.

“My dear fellow,” Doran’s almost whispered in his most appealing voice, “I need your help.”

Charley looked around, except for the barman there was nobody else in the bar. “Go ahead, don’t be shy. Nobody will hear you.”

“The thing is that I would like give my wife a present which is not cheap. However if…”

“I supposed that you needed money,” interrupted Charley.

“Just three hundred dollars,” Doran continued. “No more.”

“How are you going to pay me back? You don’t have a job.”

“Charley, you are behind the times,” Doran said confidently, “tomorrow I’ll sign a contract with Mr. Swatrick, a local farmer and you can have no doubt he’ll pay me well.”

Slight distrust flashed in Charley’s eyes, “Did he promise to give you a job? Do you have a one hundred percent guarantee? I’ve only known you for a few months. Why should I believe you?”

“I have never lied to anyone Charley.”

“Ok, let it be, you win,” Charley took out his wallet and three cherished bills appeared on the counter. “They’re yours. Friends must help each other.”

Doran took the money. Three hundred dollars was nothing in comparison with the sum he would get tomorrow.

After leaving the bar Daren went to the women’s clothes shop and was immediately attracted to a black silk evening dress which beautified a plastic dummy. Expensive masterpieces from the textile industry were the dream of all of the women in Green Rock and every evening hundreds of men had to hear hints about this or that luxury item in the central shop.

Sandra will love it, she has been dreaming about a new outfit for a long time, Doran thought.

He paid the money for the dress and left the shop. On his way home he thought about all of the opportunities that seven thousand dollars would give him.

As he was walking the weather started changing for the worse. Doran looked at the clouds overhead and noticed that they had the form of letters. It seemed that the sky was showing him its solidarity.

“Luck,” Doran read the words written in the clouds. It was certainly a sign, a good sign.

Contrary to Doran’s expectations, Sandra was not very pleased with the present.

“Where did you get the money?” she asked when Doran showed her the dress.

“Our friend Charley lent me a few coins,” explained Doran jokingly. “You know him. He works as a postman. I’ll pay him back from my first salary.”

“You have to stand on your own two feet,” Sandra said, now regretting that she had shared her dreams with her husband. She should have taken into account his adventurous character. However, it couldn’t be helped now and Sandra had to take the present. After a few minutes Sandra stood in all her beauty: a tall imposing red-haired lady spinning in front of the mirror. The black evening dress fit her like a glove.