Fairytales for adults in the fourth dimension. Slava Sarazhin

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      For the first time they had no control over their situation, and didn't have a single gram of honey or nectar left, and the workers were scattered in all directions. The bailiff had seized their homes and the nasty man even brushed off the remains of gold powder from their wings to cover their debts. What a horrible situation!

      One of the former wealthy elves fell into a terrible depression, and shed his tears day and night, remembering his untold riches. He pitied himself and cursed fate, the drought, and all the other elves into the bargain. He even cut the ringing bells from his shoes so that the cheerful ringing of the bells wouldn't distract him from his dark thoughts. But what did the second character in this fairytale do?

      Assessing the situation and looking around, he smiled, happy and relieved. With a groan, he stretched out his small wings and buzzed them, which had become a lot lighter without the gold powder on them, and finally laughed heartily in happiness! The bailiff, who at this very moment was carrying away the last bag of precious seeds from our character's house, looked at him curiously and asked: "What are you so happy about? I am taking away the last wealth you have left and you have just become a pauper!"

      Our fairytale elf replied: "I finally got rid of the last restraints that kept me from chasing my dreams! All my life I wanted to grow sweet grapes and make the best wine in all of fairyland, but my financial commitments to the affairs of the empire did not allow me to quit. So, I am grateful for these events!" Again he laughed merrily, and ringing his bells, he rushed up into the air.

      The bailiff followed him with his slanting eyes, and used his magical sight to determine the direction of his flight – just in case. Then following his habit of work, he shrugged his shoulders in disbelief and hobbled of f back to his office, dragging along a bag of precious seeds.

      A wise old caterpillar, similar to the one in the fairy tale "Alice in Wonderland" (and maybe even the same one), gurgled muddy water in a hookah, and firing a puff of smoke from its mouth, it uttered: "How you perceive the current situation, how you react to it, then that is what affects the result! Some become happy, and some unhappy in the same situation."

      The caterpillar laughed raucously and breathing in another breath of smoke, he went into a coughing fit, spat out some bitter saliva, and accidentally got it on the dirty jacket of the first elf, who was trudging past, shedding bitter tears.

      "Yes, random mishaps do not happen by accident," said the wise caterpillar and thoughtfully tucked the mouthpiece of the hookah into its green mouth.

      East is east…

      Oh, the East! Turkish delight, belly dancing, the heat, melons, Sultans, viziers, beautiful women, and fairy tales like "A Thousand and One Nights"… By the way; today I have another fairy tale ripe for the telling. Perhaps not exactly like those of "A Thousand and One Nights," but very close.

      Some time ago, in one the furthest Eastern states, when people travelled through the air using environmentally friendly flying carpets, there lived a beautiful princess. Of course, she wore traditional style trousers, small flat shoes bent upwards at the toes, embroidered with emeralds and cotton made from silver and gold, and whatever else an Oriental princess should have.

      Also, she thought very highly of herself. As it says in the fairytale: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me who is the fairest of them all" was nothing compared to her self-esteem.

      Her beauty was heralded on the eastern markets, and people prostrated themselves in front of her and groaned, pretending that her beauty had blinded their unworthy eyes. I must tell you that they all performed this quickly and correctly, because the princess was always escorted by her faithful executioner, who carried a huge sword. So everyone agreed with the beauty of the princess unconditionally. Of course, she was bored, because there were no computers, social networking had not yet been invented, and a camel is not a Bentley.

      One day, she was walking through the bazaar and observing the citizens with their brightly colored bottoms raised towards the scorching sun. Their faces were buried in the dust, blinded by her beauty, and slightly scared by the executioner's sharp and shiny sword. The Princess stopped in surprise, and the executioner smiled a happy and wide smile.

      In the midst of the bottoms, sticking up like watermelons in the fields, a man was standing. The Princess opened her mouth in amazement, and held out her hand to restrain the excited executioner.

      The man was a water carrier, and large copper pots were hanging from the short yoke over his mighty shoulders. The water-carrier was handsome, and that was the main reason that convinced the princess to stop the executioner. But what he was doing also interested the princess! He was looking at the sun through smoked glass. The Princess had a similar piece herself from the last eclipse.

      She quietly crept up to the water-carrier and asked him: "Hasn't it blinded you?"

      ""No," the water-carrier replied in a deep rich voice, and it sank deeply into the Princess' heart."

      "It's very beautiful!" The man continued, not looking up from what he was doing. "It burns like a torch in the hand of the night watchman on the main wall. Who lit it? What is the meaning of this phenomenon?"

      The young man thoughtfully lowered the hand holding the glass and turned to the Princess. His eyes were still teary from looking at the sun, so he didn't recognize her at first, but when the visual signal reached his inquisitive mind, the piece of glass fell from his hand. The pots of water crashed onto the dusty ground, spilling the precious water, and he fell on his knees. However, if you think he was scared of the big fellow with the sword towering behind the princess, then you would be deeply mistaken. The young man was bold, and the princess was really beautiful.

      "Give me some water," was all the water-carrier could manage to squeeze out, his eyes fixed on the beautiful face of the princess.

      "Oh, I forgot", he came to his senses and eagerly drank from one of his own pots of water. "Oh, beautiful princess," began the water-carrier. "How can I make amends to you?" At the same time the executioner who was stood behind the Princess, drew his hand across his throat in answer to the question.

      The Princess was completely confused.

      First of all, she wanted to throw herself on to the water-carrier's chest and feel the beat of his brave heart.

      Secondly, she realized that by the movement of the bottoms raised up to the skies that no longer resembled watermelons, that the entire square was listening carefully to their conversation.

      Thirdly, discipline is discipline, and if she didn't cut the water-carrier's head off then her reputation would be ruined.

      Fourthly, in the end, she was a princess and he was only a water-carrier, but his pitch black curly hair shone in the sun.

      Since the Princess was a politically trained lady, she was well versed in palace intrigue, and the master classes by the court vizier had done their job. She hid the strange feeling that had arisen somewhere in her heart, to the very tip of her folded shoe, and said: "Because you broke the law, and looked directly at me, you will be killed."

      "Oh, yeah…" Screamed the court executioner happily, as it had been a long time since he had any work to do.

      "However!"

      "Yeah, yeah," a puzzled sound broke from the executioner's lips, which made the raised bottoms in the square change their positions to hear better.

      "However," repeated the Princess. "In exchange for your courage, I'll give you a chance." The executioner's mournful СКАЧАТЬ