Fairytales for adults in the fourth dimension. Slava Sarazhin

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      "Yes, a chance"," the Princess repeated, accustomed to her emotionally disturbed executioner (at the end of the day it was quite stressful work for a man).

      "I want a gift," The eyes of the Princess looked around trying to find a solution. "I want," the rays of the sun made her squint, and then she came to her decision. "I want the moon!"

      "The moon?" The water-bearer repeated in amazement.

      "The moon?" The whole square repeated as one.

      "That's it," repeated the Princess. "I want the moon to hang in my bedroom instead of a lamp… Delivery time for the gift is unlimited, but if you do not bring it to me, you can say goodbye to your head."

      Baby tears of frustration ran down the executioner's rough face. He was the executioner, but not a fool, and had a degree in medicine and phrenology. Or do you really think that the Princess would keep an idiot in her service just because he had a sharp sword on his shoulder?

      He knew how clever the Princess had been to arrive at her decision.

      The goal had been set, the term was not restricted, but the punishment prescribed had been put off for an indefinite period.

      The Sultan, recently poisoned by her personally, rubbed his hands in excitement, which were sticky with Turkish delight in the groves of paradise, and he was surrounded by houris (heavenly virgins). He had taught her everything she knew; she was one smart girl…

      "Oh, and one more thing," added the Princess about to leave. "If you bring me the moon, I will make you my husband." Everyone in the square sighed as one, and the water-carrier fell into a swoon.

      "Bitch," The dead Sultan began to laugh, shaking paradise, and frightening the timid houris.

      From that day on, the young man's life changed completely. Though he was a water carrier, his mind worked perfectly well. He began looking for a way to give the Princess the moon, and as he concentrated on this task, more and more ideas rushed into his head.

      The best of these ideas was to become a student of the court astrologer. After all, who was better acquainted with the stars and the moon that he coveted?

      The wise Astrologer, dressed in an embroidered brocade robe, closed his bloodshot eyes. He was accustomed to following the birth of universes which decided the fate of the world, and he listened to the young man's story.

      For some time he sat motionless, and the guy was thinking that he had fallen asleep, but finally he said: "You are a happy man. You have a goal, and this is a great purpose in life! Some people can live their entire lives without having a purpose, so they are like a boat without oars or sails in a vast stormy ocean. How will fate deal with it? Whether the boat will sink or make it to the beach, no one can tell!"

      "If you want to be happy, set a goal that will be most important to you, which will release your full potential and awaken your intentions."

      The astrologer smiled, opened his eyes, looked at the young man and, of course, took him on as a student. These days, very few had sought to become sorcerers, because their heads could leave their shoulders quite quickly, if their predictions from the stars did not please their rulers.

      Many years passed by, and the young man matured. The teachings of the old astrologer opened his eyes to the laws of the universe. He learned about the structure of the stars and the connection to the human soul. The poetry of the ancient sages awakened his heart, and he began to look 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, СКАЧАТЬ