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Lake of Hope.
That was a long time ago. I lived the most ordinary life, without any special adventures. Someone would call such a life boring, but everything was fine with me. I worked as a freight forwarder in a travel company, where my job was to conduct excursions around the well-known reserve on the territory of which the lake "Nadezhdy" was located, where thousands of tourists and pilgrims came every season to look at this wonderful lake. According to legend, the lake "Nadezhdy" works wonders when modern medicine is unable to help. The lake was nicknamed "Hope" because desperate people sought to the lake, to ask for healing. At that time, I just met a young couple who made me believe in this magical lake. Young people came from far away. The reserved lake is the only way out for us - they told me, since for 10 years they tried to have children and nothing worked. The healer advised them to the lake. The couple looked so loving as but two halves of a single whole, and you won't think that for 10 years they have I’ll say for myself, I somehow didn’t believe in the magic power of the lake, but I didn’t dissuade the young. By the evening, almost at sunset, we reached the lake. What was my surprise when an old woman approached us, it’s not clear where she came from. she was not in my group. She went up to the young and said. The sacred lake is not just a lake, it is a guide. It, answering your prayers, calls on the universe to help you. Everyone will find the place where their prayers will be answered. Everything looked so solemn and mysterious that I asked the lake to help this lovely newlywed find a child.
As I remember now, that evening the lake looked different. After the sun lingered for some time over the horizon, different colors appeared on the lake, as if by magic. It's hard to say what color the lake was, greenish-blue or gentle -pink. Everything before my eyes merged together: the sky with pink clouds at the horizon, and the shore, and the blush of the lake waters. After this ritual, prayers for help in front of the lake, I never met the old woman. The young family went home, but I often remembered about them. , I wondered how their life had turned out. And I was very happy and surprised when a year later they came to us in the reserve already three of them, a man had a small two-month-old baby in his arms. A girl with such bottomless blue eyes, the color that resembles our lake "Hope" They came to thank the lake, confident that it was it that gave them such a miracle. It was in those minutes that I also wanted to start a family and have a child, or maybe not one.