According to the mark on the bottom of this small hand-made casket of wood, the casket was made on 30 November 1959, so this year this thing is 50 years old.

My father bought this casket as one of souvenirs in Leningrad.

NOVEMBER 30 – birthday of the casket
'Fall, leaves, fall' by Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
We are six months old--

*the claws*
My young kitty Sophie seems to have Halloween every day, meaning “Treat or trick!” In all the rest respects, she is a classical blond. No doubt, she will be wiser some day, when she is aged a year or 1,5 or 2 years, but for the time being, she is a blond whose every day is Halloween: “Treat or trick!”





