Novella “Sunny Bunny”

In memory of Evgenia Keren Dorfman, who perished in the terrorist attack at the nightclub "Dolphinarium" in Tel Aviv on June 1, 2001
The Sunny Bunny was aiming at two children playing on the shore, a boy and a girl. They looked to be about ten years old. But the girl seemed older. Oh, those girls!
The children were playing something unclear. The Sunny Bunny couldn't understand what the children were playing. Oh, those children! Always coming up with something, always doing something… And when they do something silly, it’s just a disaster! You can’t keep up with them…
So, what are they doing? The Sunny Bunny began to sneak up cautiously. First - along the coastal wave. Then - on the sand. He made a tuft on the boy's shadow and started to peek.
The children were very busy. Just like adults can be. They were building sandcastles. Elegant, tall, unusual. For the Sunny Bunny, this was a done deal. He had already seen how children and adults amuse themselves. It became uninteresting and boring. Nothing new! Oh, those children!
Too serious! It needs to be funny. How can I suggest that to them? Ah, I’ll just take and … . The Sunny Bunny proudly settled on one of the crumbly peaks and pressed it down a little. So, what will you say now? Will you not pay attention to me now??! Come on, stop what everyone is doing. Let’s play!
The boy didn’t like it. He wanted to deal with the uninvited guest like a fly. Hey, don’t disturb! The Sunny Bunny burst out laughing. Finally! And he settled back on the peak. The girl squeaked. The peak crumbled, and the castle looked like an overturned bucket.
With one swoop, everything went topsy-turvy. Along with eyes, sand, hands, feet, and nasty words. Why can’t you joke?! Guys, come on - let’s play tag, huh?
The girl started to cry. Sand got into her nose, mouth, and ears. Good thing it didn’t get in her eyes! The boy became very angry. They don’t want to play tag! Oh, those children!
The Sunny Bunny gently ruffled both of their hair and apologized. He was already ready to say goodbye to these strange children. No luck! No one is playing with him today…
But yesterday he played with two boys of about the same age. And it was terribly fun. Only sometimes the barbed wire got in the way of reaching the daisy sisters to find out if they love him or not. The children’s hands were afraid of some kind of ZAP. But the Sunny Bunny wasn’t afraid of it. And he found it funny. And it felt so good!
But this morning he couldn’t find those boys. They were gone. Probably overslept. Only yesterday’s smiles lay like black ash on the green edge of the asphalt field. Of course, they overslept… Sleepyheads!
Well, so what! I’ll play with other children. It doesn’t matter that they are grumpy. Children are children! They’ll get angry, and in a minute, they’ll be cheerful! Ha-ha-ha!!! The Sunny Bunny laughed along with the boy and the girl, who had already forgotten about some silly trouble.
The boy was telling the girl about his grandmother. Funny, kind, and beautiful. Today she will read him the last fairy tale. The most interesting fairy tale in the world! More interesting than all the most interesting fairy tales in the world! But no one tells the Sunny Bunny fairy tales… Because he sleeps at night. And because he goes to bed very early in the evening. No, he also has a grandmother. The Moon Grandmother! But she is so busy in the evenings and at night that she doesn’t have time for any fairy tales… But the Sunny Bunny loves to make up fairy tales himself. And tell them to children whose parents, strangely enough, don’t have time… Oh, those adults!
Then the boy told about a little star. Which he found under his grandmother’s pillow. How interesting!… Maybe I’ll also find a little star under the Moon Grandmother’s pillow? And the little star turned out to be special…! A six-pointed star! What a beautiful little star it was! I wonder if the Moon Grandmother has such little stars? I’ll have to ask.
Of course, the boy ran to his dad and told him everything. What a beautiful little star his grandmother has! But the boy’s dad is serious. I know him. Strict! Handsome! He wears a black suit and shiny black boots! With a bandage on his arm. And on the white bandage, there’s some black insignia… Once I flew in the sky and, it seems, I saw one like that.
And the dad told the boy that today his grandmother would read him a fairy tale for the last time. And that tomorrow the boy would have another grandmother. Lucky people with grandmothers…! Well, so what if they’re lucky! I’m lucky too! But I won’t trade my Moon Grandmother for any grandmother in the world. That’s right! Even though she doesn’t tell me fairy tales, I love her very much!
The Sunny Bunny got tired of listening to the children. A restless one! It was already time to head home. He yawned dramatically and flew away.
Safe travels to you, Sunny Bunny!
You didn't have time to love…

Dedicated to Evgenia Keren Dorfman, who perished in the terrorist attack at the «Dolphinarium» disco in Tel Aviv on June 1, 2001
You didn't have time to love The boundless sky… At sixteen – to unveil spring, Inhaling the avalanche's snowy descent. You didn't have time to love The cooled fiery dawn. At sixteen – not to become, but – to be. Ripping apart a boy's vow To stand beneath the windows and – sing As the planet's finest nightingale! And thus – to happily grow old Together! Together!! Always together!!! You didn't have time to love… And God – the Judge of His deeds! But… Life goes on! And – we shall live! Loving you. Flowers. Warmth. You didn't have time to love… Shall we love enough?! Yes!!! And who will love us…!? And – the chill, and – the heat, and – the rush of the winds! Well, then, - on our way! And – at this very hour! …
I was killed yesterday...
Hello! My name is Zhenya. I also have a second name, which is very beautiful - Keren. My last name is Dorfman. I was born on July 7, 1985, in Tashkent. Until I was 9 years old, I studied everywhere: at an English gymnasium, a music school, and I attended the Jewish Sunday school at the Tashkent synagogue! And it wasn't hard. I just wanted to know everything. Little kids always want to know everything. Right away! In 1994, I repatriated with my mother to the state of Israel. My mother's name is Faina. It's also a very beautiful name, isn't it?! And my mom is as beautiful as I am! So, I lived in Bat Yam. There is a city in Israel. Do you know what it translates to from Hebrew? "House of the Mermaid," or another interesting option - "Daughter of the Sea." This is because the city is caressed by the sea waves every day, and at night, I hope, the waves are asleep. Or not? Then, maybe you know what the waves do at night? I loved to dance! And not just dance. I couldn't live without ballet! Again - exclamation mark. I apologize, - just exclamation marks everywhere! This is thanks to my mom. She taught me to love dance and to use exclamation marks. And also, my dance teacher - a ballerina from the Bolshoi Theatre, Maya Melman, instilled exclamation marks in me. In 1998, I was lucky. I enrolled in the dance department at the Zalman Oran School (Holon), where I particularly enjoyed performing character roles. I am, after all, a person with character. Judging by the photo, right? At least, that's what I thought. I also loved little children very much. They are so funny and - incredibly smart! In any case, - smarter than adults with their eternal problems of "to be or not to be." Well, of course, - "to be"! Always - "to be," you understand!? That's why I wanted to become a psychologist. And I even enrolled in the psychology department of the high school in Kiryat Sharet (Holon). By the way, "Holon" translates from Hebrew as "Window." On June 1, 2001, my friends and I went to the "Dolphinarium" disco on the Tel Aviv promenade. It's always so beautiful there in the evenings! Simply - magical! Lots of young people... Music... Warm... Cozy... Everyone loves each other... In short - a dream! I was standing with my friends at the entrance. We were laughing, joking, teasing the boys (teasing - in a good way!), sharing news, dreams, hopes, joys... And suddenly there was an explosion!!! An Arab terrorist, a young guy, somehow crept up and blew himself up right among many of us. ... On June 19, 2001, I died from my injuries in the hospital. And in two and a half weeks, I would have turned 16. I had already made a list of friends who were supposed to be at my Birthday... Why - for what?! Just because I am a Jew?! Just for that?! Just because I never had the problem of "to be or not to be"? But always one desire - "to be"!? And what about you, the living - what is your desire? I am sure it is definitely "to be"! So, be! Always be! Got it?! No matter who you are: white or black, Jew or French, child or adult! In spite of all the devils - be! And be, definitely, happy! I love you!!!
A photograph from the Stern magazine. In the foreground is Zhenya Dorfman.
