Fairytales for adults in the fourth dimension. Slava Sarazhin
at the world in a different way. He became famous, and he was asked for advice. Women would bring their babies to him for his blessing, and the young would come for a wise word. They were seekers of their destiny.
Now the time had come when he was ready to fulfill the desire of the Princess.
A terrible commotion arose in the eastern states, as everyone knew about our characters great knowledge. Everyone prepared for that magnificent silver moon, the patron of lovers, blessed wanderer in the night sky, to leave the vault of heaven forever, and shine only for the Princess, who by this time had become sole ruler.
At full moon, when the moon shone on a round velvet sky embroidered with myriads of stars, our character came from the tower. No one slept; it seemed as if all the people of the earth came out of their houses to see how the moon would be removed from the firmament. The Princess was also there, surrounded by a large retinue, and her executioner who had now grown old. The Sultan, watched on with interest from heaven, surrounded by his houris, waiting for a miracle. Even the ancient genies, invisible to the ordinary eye, sat on the tops of the minarets to watch the interesting event.
Our character left the astrologer's tower wearing an ordinary old robe. Hanging from a short yoke, and swaying to the beat of his steps, were two copper pots. He slowly walked to the Princess. His eyes, filled with wisdom and knowledge, shone like the stars, whose secrets he had learned.
Approaching her, he said: "I'll fulfill your wish. I will give you the moon." A deep silence flowed across the earth. It seemed that even the breeze ceased to move, hiding itself, waited for what would happen next. The whole world came to a standstill!
Without taking his eyes off the Princess, the sage took a simple copper bucket, and took a copper ladle from his belt. He filled it from one of the pots of water, and began pouring the fresh water into the bucket.
He handed the bucket to the Princess: " I give you the moon…, said the wise man quietly.
The Princess took the bucket with both hands and saw that on the transparent surface of the purest water from the icy mountain peaks, the moon shone in all its splendor. The bucket slightly trembled in the hands of the Princess, and the heavenly body showed up dimpled, like light clouds in the summer moonlight.
Nobody heard the heard the laughing and leaping of the evil genies on the tops of the minarets, who were clutching at their ghostly stomachs, watching our sage, who under the creaking sound of the yoke on his shoulders, melted into the night.
In the Eastern markets there is still a legend of a wise water-carrier, who, along with life giving water, brought wisdom, giving him true immortality.
Release the fly…
A big black fly struggled on the window, trying in vain to overcome its invisible barrier and, in spite of everything, with a persistence worthy of respect; it battered its head against the glass.
"Yes, a concussion is guaranteed," the man wearing the tight but expensive suit thought to himself, but without much interest.
Two things occupied his mind:
Firstly, to help finish the fly's suffering, and send it off to another world.
Secondly, to complete the strategic planning for the next six months for the company.
Both the first and the second options were boring and uninteresting, but the thought of the fly was more fun.
He stared blankly at the computer monitor, which was showing line after line of boring figures. In his brain, which was accustomed to providing blinding strategies, correct and sharp as the stab from a sword, three active thoughts were spinning around:.
Firstly, what to use to kill the fly?
Secondly, he needed to go to the restroom.
Thirdly, a cup of coffee would be nice.
His wandering gaze stopped on a glass snow globe, which was stood on his large desk, indicating his rank in the company. You know what we are talking about: it's a ball of glass, and inside there is a wooden house and a tree covered in snow. If you shake the globe, it will begin to snow again (wouldn't it be interesting to know what sort of liquid was inside it?).
The man in the expensive but tight fitting suit slightly loosened the knot of his tie and reached for the ball.
"I should have thrown this out a long time ago," he thought to himself. "Colleagues at business meetings used to look at it with curiosity, probably whispering behind my back. Each to their own."
The man shook the globe, turned it over, and a blizzard of fake snowflakes whirled around the tiny house with its miniature windows, through which the man dreamed that he could see some movement. He brought the globe up to his eyes, and through the window frame he could clearly make out someone's silhouette. "What the…?"
The buzz coming from the fly became more annoying. It literally filled all the space around, and then suddenly everything became blurred somehow, like an unsuccessful snapshot taken while still moving…
"Are you completely out of your mind? Can you hear me? I am asking you, what are you doing?"
A freckled faced boy with red-hair appeared before the man's eyes. He shook his shoulders. The man himself felt like he was sitting on a hard wooden floor. It was bitterly cold, and puffs of cold vapor escaped from the boy's mouth.
Making sure that the man could see him, the boy repeated: "You should have warned me beforehand if you had the itch to shake this thing! I smacked my head, and the room was left freezing cold!"
"Who are you?" Was all the man managed to squeeze out, pulling up the collar on his expensive suit.
"What do you mean who am I? I'm your inner child, that's who!" The redheaded boy replied, hugging himself, as he stuck his red hands under his armpits.
"Who are you?" Asked the man again.
"Your inner child! You created me yourself so don't give me any crap. The idea has been growing in your head for years!"
"Am I dreaming?" The man asked, pinching himself painfully on the thigh.
"Well, of course you are. How else do you think your fat body managed to squeeze inside this tiny house?"
The boy laughed loudly, his mouth was wide open and he clutched at his stomach.
The man looked around the walls of the wooden cabin. Everywhere, literally everywhere, paintings were hung on the walls. He had already seen them somewhere before, and he tried to remember where…
Ah, yes, they were his paintings, the ones he drew as a child! Here was one of his favorite dog chasing a brightly colored ball. "That's my mother with a bouquet of roses, presented to her on Mother's Day…"
"So these are all my paintings," said the man quietly, standing up and looking at the walls. "Here is one of the whole family, with the sun high above us, and we were all smiles. What wonderful pictures." The man people remembered an old professor who had taught him to paint as a little boy.
"Your son has a natural talent," the professor told his parents on numerous occasions. "He will become a great man and bring a lot of joy to many people."
"This won't make him any money," they answered. "What kind of work is that? An artist! That's just ridiculous!"
So the boy was no longer allowed to go to the old professor, who believed in his dream.
But the boy had a big, beaming, watercolor dream. He wanted to be an artist! Not just a painter, but the best of the best, so that his paintings would live a life of their own, so that the people who saw them could understand how an artist feels when he creates a masterpiece.
"You had a dream!" Murmured the boy, standing behind the man.
"But the money…"
"You must still have a dream!" Said the boy. "Otherwise I would have died in your heart, and yet I live! This is your life," said the boy pointing at a series of pictures.
The man came closer to the wall and he could see his life in the form of a slideshow. He finished school with honors. He entered university to study economics. He achieved great