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[It was my first fully completed story, and I wrote it overnight.I remember for sure that someone from our community made a post with a concept where a person is engaged in miniature products, this was the inspiration for me. But I haven't found that post, so please send it to me if you find it,I would like to mention this person. ]
A short story about a wonderful master of miniature products named Vilhelm and an borrower Anna living in his dwelling, who had to pretend to be a doll to save herself.
Sorry guys, I can't vouch for the translation, I did my best.Word count: 3248
Outside the window, leaves of all kinds of colors were flying, filling the narrow streets with three-story houses that were tightly packed together. This year's autumn was mild, with few rains, almost no thunderstorms, and no puddles the size of oceans.
The weather was inviting, but one artist was too busy with his work to take in the beauty around him.
On the second floor lived a man whose windows were almost always lit, for when he came home from work, he spent the whole night, until morning, creating miniatures.
It was a real mania, he was an ordinary man, cheerful and carefree . Acquaintances would describe him as exuding energy, good-natured and friendly, but with his own peculiarities.
"Wilhelm, you're just ... On your own mind" - said one of his colleagues at work.
Wilhelm was always talking about his hobbies or any other nonsense that caught his interest. If he liked a butterfly he saw on his way to work, he would show it to the whole department and tell them all the information he had read about it in an old, tattered book five minutes ago
How he would blow the brains of poor colleagues, how many tons of unnecessary chatter they endured.
But at least this guy was the most reliable and honest.
He would come to your aid simply out of his good nature and would not talk about dirty gossip and all the muck that spread in the team.For many people at his job, this guy was a source of moral comfort. It seemed that he didn't even notice the filth surrounding him, and he was only interested in things that brought him immense happiness and pleasure.
For example, his main occupation was making miniatures.
When he came home from work, he was never tired. Wilhelm would do chores, wash, clean, and generally take care of his household.
Then, he would spend the entire night on his large wooden table, illuminated by a lamp with a very warm light, creating his art.
His work desk, both at work and at home, was always in disarray. In fact, even Wilhelm himself was a mess.Brown, curly hair, messy curly hair, and loose, often plaid, shirts painted in muted colors. The pants are dark brown, and there are a lot of cuts, nicks, and even small burns on the hands from being careless when creating small items.
Wilhelm was very fond of creating tiny furniture, or reproducing ordinary furniture in miniature. It was a huge, meticulous task that he did only for his own pleasure.
Every night, he would create cabinets, dishes, furniture sets, carpets, and even paintings! His miniatures looked like the furnishings of a castle, so elaborate they were. But he didn't stop there; Wilhelm would create rooms, houses, and, my God...How skillfully and with a soul they were created.
It was impossible to tell from the photo that the house was a dollhouse. Guests rarely visited him, but they always admired them. They were a little surprised by his hobby.
However, he didn't care about negative opinions about his work; the most important thing was that he loved it, and nothing else mattered to him.
Wilhelm could create miniatures all night long, spending hours at his desk.
And this was to the benefit of a tiny woman who lived not far away.....
More precisely, secretly living in the same house...
The woman's name was Anna, long features, a slightly curved nose, curly hair of dark brown color.
The entrance to her house was behind an old, intricate clock, with hanging cones and a cuckoo. which, despite its age, still smelled of cedar and ticked. The house was much further away, and like any borrower, the path to it was thorny, through the entire wall, with a bunch of doors and barricades from mice and other creatures.
After passing through all these catacombs, Anna got out and carefully looked out of the clock.
The lights went out all over the house, and only the dim, warm glow of the lamp could be seen from the human's room.
"Great, then the time has come," Anna thought.
After that, she threw a long rope out of the window where the cuckoo was supposed to fly out, attached to it with a band of four fish hooks.
The rope reached the floor, and the woman quickly descended like a tightrope artist. Every movement was well-practiced, as it was a daily routine for her, and she had learned to move quickly since childhood, when she was running away from rats, cats, or crows.
In other words, for the borrower, this is the same daily activity.
After descending, she threw the hook back to herself, quickly wound it up and attached it to her belt, and followed the familiar path through the hole in the wall where the radiator pipes passed.
She had to crawl right under the hot pipe so as not to burn herself. It was dangerous to go around the hall and the kitchen through the corridor, because there was no guarantee that a person would not come out of nowhere, and there was no place to hide. She had to use this difficult method.
After crawling under the wall, Anna found herself under a huge table with only one chair, and they were placed right next to the corner where her secret passage was, which was very convenient.
Not far away, there was a curtain in calm orange and green tones, with numerous patterns and flowers. Right behind it was a netted tulle with ornaments, which was easy to climb up.
Anna climbed up the curtain, and as she did so, she could see the kitchen from both a human height and a ceiling height. She had reached a niche with three slits, and one of the slits had nothing but a single curtain rod left by the borrower.
In her usual manner, she took a running jump and grabbed the cornice like a real Tarzan, sliding under the ceiling. When she reached the end, she was thrown forward onto the refrigerator,
Anna stood up, brushed herself off, and walked through the piles of junk in the form of bags, boxes, and jars filled with small iron objects, keys, buttons, and other items she needed.
She would definitely borrow these items, but unfortunately, not today.
Her only goal was the mint tea that was on the shelf between the upper cabinets of the kitchen set.
The lady's taste was quite similar to that of the person who lived nearby,
and both of them enjoyed aromatic herbal tea, especially mint tea.
The only obstacle to reaching her goal was a cabinet with no holes to climb through.
However, the woman always had a pair of suction cups and pieces of plasticine on hand.
A real spy from old movies and TV series, but when you have to stay in secret and be inconspicuous in order to survive, believe me, you'll definitely learn all these skills from your experience.
Step by step, she reached the shelf where the tea was kept in a small jar, which she easily opened.
She had long ago created a kind of "hand-made lockpick" that resembled a sharp, large shoe spoon.
As soon as the victorious sound of the cork opening was heard, the girl immediately shone with happiness.
-huhuhuu, finally drink tea! In some way.
She whispered with a smile to the ears, almost like a cheshire cat. Anna zahurchuna a whole bag of tea, tightly tied, hung near the hook and closed the lid back.
She went to the edge and was going to–
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Anna looked around and wanted to run behind the jars and vases nearby, but...
A giant silhouette, much larger than the petite girl, appeared in the kitchen, right under the shelves she was standing on.
"HOW DID HE GET HERE SO FAST?!"
She could only see the guy's forehead and eyes, and her blood ran even colder when his gaze rose to her in a fraction of a second.
The girl screamed and froze in place, her hands pressed against her thighs, her legs slightly buckled.
The only option for survival in this situation was to pretend to be a doll. She was well aware that "this won't work... It shouldn't work... How naive can a person be to mistake a real, small person for a doll?"
However, her hope remained, and as she prayed silently, she tried to make a forgiving face and closed her eyes.
And so as not to see his own death, and so as not to get caught in a blink.
Wilhelm, having inadvertently raised his eyes, at first did not notice the beauty standing in front of him.( apparently thinking about how to arrange his new, wonderful dollhouse).But after a couple of moments he realized that something in the usual setting of that shelf was different.
The guy even shuddered at the realization and looked at the doll again.
A quiet, admiring sigh was heard, his eyes widened and blinked quickly, not believing what was happening.
The most beautiful doll, as if alive, stood motionless on the shelf, as if he had put it there in a hurry and forgotten about it.
It was exactly what Wilhelm thought, mesmerized by the beauty and detail of the doll, immediately reaching out his hands to it, completely ignoring the suction cups and pieces of plasticine left on the wall of the cabinet.
He carefully and slowly wrapped his arms around the girl, fearing that one strong touch would shatter her into a thousand pieces.
Meanwhile, Anna's mind was in turmoil.
Her heart was racing, and she couldn't see what was happening around her, but she could feel the man's large fingers wrapped around her waist, neck, and knees.
With every breath, she risked exposing herself.Due to the greater anxiety, her breathing was getting heavier, her pulse was increasing, and she was in a vicious cycle that she couldn't escape from.
She tried to maintain a calm expression, but even without seeing the giant human eyes, she could feel their intense gaze upon her, like a moth with a broken wing, cornered and ready to die. In the next moment, she experienced a small fraction of the human's strength as he effortlessly moved her forward, lifting her off the shelf and placing her on his palm.
She was brought closer, almost to her face, and she could feel the man's breath directed directly at her.
"How could I have done this?"
I must have bought this doll from that old craftsman, yes! I did stop by that old-timer shop today, the one that sells old junk like caskets, porcelain, and dolls !
It seems that when I came home, I was in a rush and left you here... Forgive me...
Wilhelm said bitterly and intentionally hit his forehead against the wall of the cabinet in a fit of emotion.
–Don’t worry, you won’t be standing here!
You'll make a great doll furniture model, hehe.
The guy said with a smile, and he was once again lit up, carrying the doll to his room.
But Anna didn't see his smile, and she almost gave herself away by startling at the sudden impact of the man against the cabinet and the accompanying sound.
He... he's talking to me?!
This guy really thinks I'm a doll??DID IT WORK?!
But why is he talking to me?!
God, have I stumbled upon a madman?Save me!I hope I get out of this alive"
But the guy didn't pay attention to the doll's trembling, pulse, and breathing. Instead, he enthusiastically carried her over to his side, treating her with care as if she were a particularly fragile object. He then placed her on the table. Next, he reached for a small pocket-sized camera that was lying on the top shelf above the table. This camera was used for capturing landscapes, butterflies, and small streets. It was his second and equally beloved hobby.
And of course, with the help of the same camera, he took pictures of his works, because it was impractical and troublesome to carry them around just to show them off.
While Vilhelm was fiddling around at the top, Anna opened her eyes and quickly looked around, noticing that she was sitting under a lamp on a table with a bunch of junk, stationery, boxes, beautiful painted jars, balls, sewing supplies, figures, and so on.
The room was dark, but it was clear that it was a small room compared to the rest of the house, with a carpet on the wall to block out noise from the neighbors, and a patterned rug that formed a complete picture with the sun at the center. There were also several framed paintings next to the large rug.
There was a narrow dresser and a messy bed with a warm blanket made from fabric squares.
But she only noticed it for a moment, although she remembered it because she had never been in this room before. The risk was high, and there was no need to sit down.
What was more important was that she had an opportunity to escape, but as soon as she took a step, the giant reached out to grab her.
She grumbled and assumed a similar position as before.
The guy carefully took her hand between his thumb and index finger.
His face was very close, examining the borrower from head to toe, but his gaze was now fixed on her hand and how real it seemed.
-My God...He's really a master...If you look closely, you can even see the veins!
Wilhelm whispered, carefully and slowly lifting the girl's hand and releasing it.
-So it's moving, great!!!
He reached for his recent creation, a sofa.
It was an exquisite sofa with green and light green stripes, and its handles and legs were gilded.
It looked exactly like a human sofa, with deliberate wear and scratches. Anna opened one eye out of curiosity, and she was shocked by what she saw! She almost opened her eyes completely, which she thought would be her death sentence.
"Of course, I knew that the man spent his nights making things, but what kind of things were they?
Why do people like that at all??!! They don't know about the existence of borrowers, so why would they need it?
Did he know......No, it's impossible...Then he might have made at least one attempt to find me..."
Slipped out of the borrower's mouth barely audibly, when she was seated first on the phalanx of a finger, then on some soft surface, presumably a sofa. Held by two giant fingers on the stomach and back as well. The man moved her hand, put his leg over his leg, the other hand on the handle of the sofa, but most of all it was not this that stirred her, but how gentle the touch was, in contrast to the fussiness that this person was used to.
The borrower noticed that he was always in a hurry, clumsy, and fussy, but here... Here and now, they were alone, and she couldn't imagine that this man could be so... Careful...
His every touch was gentle and precise, like a true craftsman working with delicate items.
For the first time, she began to relax... She enjoyed feeling the warmth emanating from his giant hands, which she barely saw, and his persistent, warm breath became pleasant and soothing...After spending so much time alone, the girl was starving for attention, and the amount of affection and admiration she received from the man began to please her.
Anna smiled discreetly, modestly, and heard click after click, after which the man would move her from one place to another, change her position, and take a photograph.
As much as possible, she kept her eyes open and continued to admire her surroundings.
"Oh, how wonderful it would be to see all this in my own home... With what love he created this place, it is so beautiful."
With every movement, her breath would catch and then resume, and her pulse would quicken as his giant hands pressed against her.Every touch felt so pleasant and gentle, full of care, even though it was only directed at the "doll".
He dragged her around for a long time, taking photos of almost every creation, which made Anna very happy.
But after a while, his hands slowed down and eventually stopped, wrapping around the girl again, and didn't move for a long time. Anna began to suspect something was wrong.
"Have I been discovered?" She thought.
Then the girl opened her eyes and carefully turned around...
To her surprise, the man had fallen asleep with his face buried in his elbow and his arm resting on the table. He had fallen asleep with Anna in his hand. Hobbies are great, but not when you have to sacrifice your sleep.
Seeing this, the girl smiled with genuine affection.
With a little melancholy and a smile, she looked at it and quietly approached the guy's face. She first placed her petite hand on his nose, which was comparable to the size of her entire body, and then placed her head on it.
She hesitated, exhaled, and whispered,
She froze in that moment for a few seconds, as it was probably her last chance to get close to such a huge, scary, and strong creature as a human.
She took a couple of steps back and turned her head to see the camera lying on the table.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to erase all your work..."
She approached the camera and began flipping through and examining her photos.
They were blurry and unclear due to the old camera, but they were beautiful and magical. She had never seen herself as beautiful and radiant as she was in these photos.
And the main object was not even the furniture, not the setting, but she...
Anna was terribly touched, but in order to keep the borrowers' secret, she had to erase everything, every photo with her participation..
Out of interest, she also looked at the other photos.. It was unusual to see such distant lands as a nearby street, especially from a person's perspective.
But the lady couldn't stay for long, so she untied her hook and turned off the lamp for Wilhelm, then climbed down from the table and ran back to her house, feeling a deep sense of warmth, happiness, and love in her heart.
The next morning, the guy woke up in a daze, firstly because he had slept on the table, and secondly because he was afraid that his beautiful doll was gone.
Wilhelm frantically searched the table, cabinets, and the room, but he couldn't find it.
There were no photos left...
"It must have been a dream. The most beautiful and best dream of my life...
God, let it happen again."
The guy sighed sadly, left a pile of sketches of the doll from his dream on the table, and started getting ready for work.
This was the end of the story of the man and the borrower
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