One day I was walking. I was all in my minds when suddenly I felt that I was standing in front of my house. I looked around and saw a diary. It wasn’t nice, the pages were torn. I looked at the cover and saw two words “Oliv... and ...wist” The other part of the words was deleted. I took the diary home. I wanted to find the other part of the words, but how hard I worked on it I couldn’t. So I thought I could find some information from the content of the diary. The pages were dirty in some places they were torn. When I read first page I continued my reading. Regardless of me, I was upset my eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t dare to give freedom to my tears. Something forced my throat.”Eventually I am a man” With these words I continued my reading. So, I want to tell you what was written there. It was evening. In Bristol City all were in the Kembrids’ house most of them were standing, because there weren’t enough place. Mrs. Kembrid was having a child. Suddenly the child’s sweet and beautiful voice was heard in silence. The silence turned into noise. Meanwhile the nurse saw that Mrs. Kembrid was unconscious. The doctor did his best to save her life. But in vain, Mrs. Kembrid died. Mr. Kembrid died 4 months ago because of an accident. People called the girl Lucy which means “light”. I don’t know why they called the girl Lucy, but never mind. Let’s continue. The girl was transferred to orphans’ house. Years passed. Lucy became a noble, beautiful, tender, kind and graceful girl. Everybody was her friend except Polly. She envied Lucy for her beauty. One day when Polly and Lucy were alone Polly wanted to harm Lucy. Lucy was watching her mother’s photo. Polly came close and pulled the photo. The photo burst into two pieces. Lucy couldn’t stand all this and struck Polly very heavily. Polly ran out screaming. Director dismissed Lucy from the orphan’s house. She didn’t understand what was happening. It was winter. The frosty wind touched each part of her body and Lucy shrunk. Her hands were frozen her eyes closed and she slept sweetly. The next day a wonderful snowdrop appeared in Bristol City though the spring hadn’t come yet. Looks like it forgot something. The next day I searched and found the hero whose diary appeared in my hands. The author is Charles Dickens and one of the famous stories “Oliver Twist “. Reading that book I understood much. Nowadays Charles Dickens would write about children’s life even though we live in the world where we have advanced technology. His stories “Oliver Twist, Great Expectations” all they are about children about their life whose parents died and they were left on the hardest way of life. What..... What those parents are thinking about when they leave their only child on that way. Why? I don’t understand. Orphans aren’t thinking about computer they are thinking about their mother, mother’s love. They think If only one day somebody came and say I am your mother come with me. How Charles Dickens said “In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice, it may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to, but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.