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Չարլզ Դիքենս - 2012 / Մասնակիցներ
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12-հում.-1
Opening the Magic Diary of the Dickens Hero
There are days when you are getting tired of the walls of your own house.One of these days visited me too.On that mysterious day i was not like myself.Looking at the crazy quick work of the clock for a long time,i was afraid that i would not be able to discover this world and the people.I was very different that day.I stood before the mirror and saw Charels Dickens' face in it.I asked the same question again and again.Who was this man?And i heard the same answer.Yes you were right,it was Charels Dickense.I decided to stop my monolouge and go for a walk,as Charels Dickense would do.I was walking in the crowded streets,trying to find the hero of his new story.I noticed a lot of people walking in the street and suddenly i began to be afraid of people's indifference.It seemed to me that they had faces full of ignorance and indifference,which made me feel like a clown,who had just failed his trick.These faces frightened me,but they helped me to find the main idea of my story.After walking for a long time i decided to go to my favourite park.Suddenly i noticed a girl sitting on the garden bench,who was teaching herself '"How to smile" though she was the most happy girl in her surrounding.There are people who don't find their place in this world.These people seem happy to others but in reality they hide their sad secrets in their hearts.Looking at that girl for a long time i understood that she was very differenet from others and i tried to open her inside world.The girl who seemed happy for the people surrounding her in reality was very far from the person whom she created.She had a big secret.It was her magical diary,which could be read only by looking inside her soul.She also hid her mysterios sadness,which didn't interest anyone.
At last i found the heroine of the story of Charels Dickens.It was she,with her sadness and loneliness.She was as mysterious as her "Magical Diary" which could be read only be me.

It was a short story,which discovered the deepth of great writer's heart.There are no centures for Great writers.