Everyone knows this feeling. It's a kind of magic. But what does create it? The answer is quite simple: our family's love, understanding, a kind word. This is a gift that has no price at all. And it's the best. When I meet you, your eyes always shine and I can see this magical light, my dear grandfather. How wise, calm, responsive you are. I've never seen your anger or hatred. The world needs more people like you. You're 82 years old now, but your soul is really young. You smile even at problems, and that smile can heal so many broken hearts. You dedicated your life to millions of children, who went to school. During these 50 years of your career, you inspired your pupils and encouraged them to think unusually, to be creative. It turns out that physics and astronomy are really interesting to learn! You have always thought that every child is individual. I feel incredibly lucky, because you are the main teacher in my life. When I was small, you took me to the park and told me different stories, fairy tales. Your hands were warm and soft. I was sitting on a swing while you taught me to count. My golden days. We looked at the stars and they shone so brightly. The most important treasures for you are books. You've been collecting a huge library and sharing it with me. I inherited this love. Every book has its own smell, history, its own heart. It seems like you travel through chapters and feel emotions of characters. You can laugh with them, cry or hate. For example, philosophical books show us a picture of life. These ideas will never lose the power as our human nature remains unchangeable for entire centuries. Thinkers' words describe our reality. It's a wonderful chance to gain knowledge and open your mind. Limitation exists only in our consciousness. Grandpa, you've always said that self-education and self-improvement is the best way to achieve your dream life. It's necessary to learn constantly something new during your life. Stay curious, don't be afraid of the new horizons. Your example proves it, motivates. You were born in a poor family, had no books. You used to sleep almost on the ground and write on the old pieces of paper. There were hard years after the Second World War. Later you walked miles to borrow some books. In spite of all these obstacles you entered one of the most prestigious universities in our country and became a student of the famous professors. I remember those words: your purposefulness and hard work decide everything. Your favorite game is chess. It's the gymnasium of the mind. A perfect way to develop logical and analytical skills. As for me, the game reflects our society. Black or white spaces, black or white pieces. A pawn can become the queen. The king is strong because of his guard, but his golden crown won't save him. The strong pieces stand behind the pawns, but their destiny depends on the players. The game can last only on a bounded board, and then comes «zugzwang» - it means «no escape». In the end, all kings and pawns go into the same box. It's like in life, isn't it? You suffered a stroke in 2012. Your life was on the line. I was scared, grandpa. I was afraid of losing you, dark colors began to appear in my eyes. My God, no. Fortunately, you stand on your feet again. Your sense of humor is alive. Those days you were so weak, but wanted to solve mathematical problems. Today you still read complex academic literature and memorize poems. This love of life has won. Your kindness has returned to you as a boomerang, granddad. All I want is to save your health. Live long. I still can't accept how short our life is. Why can't we turn back the clock? We have one scenario, one way, one fate. One day a station will be final for us, and we will not be able to come back. After all, everyone of us deserves its own finish. Seconds turn to minutes, the minutes turn to hours, the hours to days and the days to years. Time is an impetuous stream of water that will flow out to the last drop. The stars can live for billions of years, but a child can only live for a few months. Do you manage your time properly or not, it kills you in the end. It lasts forever, so our lives are an ordinary thing for it. Grandpa, I can't imagine that you won't be home one day and I won't hear your voice. No, it's too painful. Every day I pray for your health. I'll continue to make you happy, we'll do everything possible for our happy moments. I'm very grateful to you. On a summer night you take your telescope and look at the stars. You seem like a wizard who understands the mystery of the starry sky. And it's so boundless, charming. The stars are bright as always. They are silent and won't open the secrets of the Universe to us. There are things that we must not know about. But if we believe, we can notice miracles around us. Yes, even a new life is a miracle. ‘Grandpa, will the weather be sunny tomorrow?' ‘The most important thing is to keep the sunshine in our souls!'