Lara Prodan

Страна: США

Продан Лариса родилась в Узбекистане. В школу пошла в Украине, а закончила её в Белоруссии. Университет окончила в Казахстане. Здесь в прекрасном городе Алма-Ата прошли годы моего становления, взросления и творчества. Экономист по образованию. Имеет ученую степень кандидата экономических наук (PHD), автор пяти учебников (в соавторстве) и более ста статей в экономических журналах России и Казахстана. С 2008 года живу в США. Писать прозу начала не так давно, имея за плечами и жизненный опыт, и сложившиеся жизненные приоритеты. Автор историко-психологического романа «Тонкая нить судьбы», который переведен на английский язык под названием «The Thin Thread of Destiny». В мае 2016 года участвовала в Международной выставке детской книги, проходившей в Вашингтоне (США) с книгой «Как ёжик учил лисёнка манерам»(на русском языке). В этом году завершена и принята к публикации под эгидой ECG новая книга «Почему мы так похожи?» Пишу под именем Лара Продан. Член Eurasian Creative Guild (London). Член Интернационального Союза Писателей (Москва)

Country: USA

I was born in Uzbekistan, began my schooling in Ukraine, and finished it in Belorussia. My graduate degree was earned in Kazakhstan. There, in the beautiful city of Almaty, I spent most of my adulthood, growing as an individual and becoming the writer I am today I write under the name of Lara Prodan. I am the author of the historical novel “The Thin Thread of Destiny”, which is published in Russian and English. In 2016, I participated in the international exhibition of children’s literature for bilingual youth held in Washington DC with my Russian edition book “ Как ёжик учил лисенка манерам”. This year a new novel “Почему мы так похожи? (Why are we so alike?”), Russian edition, has been finished and accepted for publishing at ECG. Member of Eurasian Creative Guild (London). Member of the International Union of Writers (Moscow)


In a forest, at the very edge, there lived a little hedgehog, named Bristle. He loved reading books and thinking about what he read about. His friends believed that the hedgehog knew everything in the world and often turned to him for advice. Bristle was very smart and polite.
Little Hedgehog loved to go to a small clearing in the forest, where he could meet his friends. There, they played ball, played hide and seek, tumble, or simply lay on the grass, while listening to the stories told by the smart Bristle. His best friend was a little bear, Fluff.
“Hi, Bristle!” Fluff waived to Bristle. “We are waiting for you at our clearing.”
Just when the hedgehog was ready to respond that he was about to come over, at that very moment, he was knocked off his feet.
“Why are you standing in my way? Can’t you see that I am running?” a little fox rudely said to Bristle when he unexpectedly ran into the hedgehog.
Bristle got up slowly, shook off the dust from his new pants and looked at the stranger, the little fox. The little fox was wearing dirty pants and a shirt spotted with mud, and he had dirty paws and face. He looked at the hedgehog brazenly.
“Good morning! What is your name?” Bristle asked the little fox politely.
“What? You do not know me and my name? Me, who is the strongest and the smartest?” asked the little fox in a loud voice.
Both the hedgehog and the fox were surrounded by Bristles’ friends from the clearing. They were looking at the untidy fox and shaking their heads with disapproval. But the little fox thought that everyone was admiring his strength and bravery.
“I am the smartest, the strongest, andthemost goodlooking!” exclaimed Little Fox.
“Where are your manners?” roared Bear Fluff.
“He is so big-headed!” Little Squirrel Ulya exclaimed.
“He just does not have any manners.” All animals agreed.
“We need to teach him manners,” ended the hedgehog.
But the little fox continued being snooty.
“Let’s go,” peeped Little Mouse Peepla. “He does not understand a thing.”
Everybody turned away from the little fox and went to play to the small clearing. The little fox stayed there, without understanding why all the other kids left him.
After thinking for some time, he also ran to the little clearing. He wanted to play with his new acquaintances very much. When he arrived there, he approached the hedgehog.
“It seems like everybody listens to you here. You have big and sharp bristles, so other kids must be afraid of you. Now, introduce me to everyone,” Little Fox said to Bristle.”

Bristle shook his head, walked around the little fox and stopped, thinking to himself.
“Well, I am waiting,” Little Fox raised his voice with impatience.
“When was the last time when you washed your paws and face,” asked the Hedge.
“What’s your business when I washed myself?” questioned Little Fox.
“Did your mother ever tell you that you need to wash yourself in the morning and at night?” asked Bristle.
“She did. She tells me to do it every day. But I do not like water, so I do not wash myself,” replied Little Fox.
“You smell like dirt and unwashed fur. It is not pleasant to stand close to you. I doubt that somebody would like to play with you,” said Bristle with some reproach in his voice.
“How dare you to talk to me like that!” Little Fox raised his voice at Little Hedgehog. “OK, I can do without you all.”
Little Fox turned around and went away in the opposite direction from the clearing. But he was walking slowly, hoping that somebody would call his name to ask him to play. The little fox truly believed that he was the smartest, the strongest, and the most good looking. So, all animals should want to be his friends. Nobody called his name, and when he came home he cried.
“What happened, Red?” asked his mother.
“Nobody wants to play with me,” answered the little fox.
“I would not play with you, either,” Mother said with sadness in her voice/sadly.
“Why?” he asked with surprise.
“Come closer to the mirror and you will see,” replied Mother smiling.
Little Fox came up to the mirror and looked at himself. From the mirror, a little fox, covered with dirt, sand, and something else, looked at him. His once white shirt became brown, with some stains of different colors. The pants that his Mother just recently bought were torn and had stains of unknown origin. His tail was covered with burdocks. The eyes of the little animal looked back at him from the mirror and were angry.
“Mom, who is that?” asked Little Fox pointing with his paw to the mirror. “He looks scary!”
“Don’t you recognize him?” asked his Mother.
“No, I have never seen such an untidy and scary animal as this one!” answered Red in a trembling voice.
He closed one eye, and the little fox in the mirror also closed his eye. Red raised his right paw, and the little fox in the mirror also raised his paw. He bared his jaws, hoping to scare the one in the mirror, but the little fox in the mirror also bared his jaws.
“Mom, he is roaring at me. I am afraid of him,” Red was almost crying.
“You are silly. Come with me.” Mother took the little fox to the bathroom.
“Your new friends do not want to play with you because you smell bad. And you smell bad because you have not washed yourself. Look at yourself, there is not a clean spot on you. The clothing is torn. It is not pleasant to stand near you, to say nothing about playing,” Mother said while she was taking off Red’s dirty clothes.
Mother filled the bathtub with warm water, added delicious smelling shampoo, and tenderly placed Little Fox in the water. At first, he resisted it, as he remembered that he did not like water. But the water smelled so nice, and it was so pleasant to lie in the bathtub, wrapped in the soap bubbles, that the little fox closed his eyes.
His mother washed him with a brush, dried him with a fluffy towel, and combed his fur. The little fox was not fighting anymore; he felt good and happy. He looked in the mirror and saw his new reflection. There was a completely different little fox. His fur was clean, and his eyes were beaming brightly. His mother brought him clean pants and a shirt.
“Now, I hope, your friends will play with you,” said the mother laughing, while she was seeing him off at the doorway.
The little fox ran to the little clearing in the forest. There was Little Hedgehog surrounded by his friends, and he was telling them a story. The story was about his visit to his Aunt the Sunday before.
“Look, Little Fox is running to us,” muttered the Little Bear.
“Yes, sure it is Little Fox,” confirmed Squirrel.
Little Fox came up to the friends and announced loudly for everyone to hear,
“I want to play with you!”
The friends looked at him and then at each other, and then looked at him again. He was standing waiting for their reaction, and then he shouted,
“Don’t you hear what I said? Accept me as your friend!”
“We are not deaf, Little Fox. We have heard everything you said” assured him Little Hedgehog.
“He is simply a brute!” squeaked the little mouse Peepla.
“Yes, yes, he is simply an ill-behaved kid!” murmured all the kids/animals.

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