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A little fairy tale about feelings of love for children. Romantic Bedtime Story: Little Bright Star

He and she

There were two of them - He and She. They found each other somewhere and now lived one life, somewhere funny, somewhere salty, in general, the most ordinary life of two most ordinary happy people.

They were happy because they were together, which is much better than being alone.

He carried Her in his arms, lit the stars in the sky at night, built a house so that She would have a place to live. And everyone said: “Still, how not to love him, because he is an ideal! It's easy to be happy with this!" And they listened to everyone and smiled and did not tell anyone that She made Him an ideal: He could not be different, because he was next to Her. This was their little secret.

She waited for Him, met and saw off, warmed their house, so that He would be warm and comfortable there. And everyone said: “Sure! How not to carry it on your hands, because it was created for the family. No wonder he's so happy!" And they only laughed and did not tell anyone that She was created for a family only with Him, and only he could feel good in Her house. It was their little secret.

He walked, stumbled, fell, got frustrated and tired. And everyone said: “Why does He need her, so beaten and exhausted, because there are so many strong and confident people around.” But no one knew that there was no one stronger than Him in the world, because they were together, and therefore stronger than everyone. This was Her secret.

And She bandaged His wounds, did not sleep at night, was sad and cried. And everyone said: “What did he find in her, because she has wrinkles and bruises under her eyes. After all, why should he choose a young and beautiful one? But no one knew that She was the most beautiful in the world. Can anyone compare in beauty with the one they love? But that was His secret.

They all lived, loved and were happy. And everyone was perplexed: “How can you not get bored with each other for such a period? Don't you want something new?" And they didn't say anything. It’s just that there were only two of them, and there were many of them all, but they were all one at a time, because otherwise they wouldn’t have asked about anything. It was not their secret, it was something that cannot be explained, and it is not necessary.

The most beautiful heart

One sunny day, a handsome guy stood in the square in the middle of the city and proudly showed off the most beautiful heart in the area. He was surrounded by a crowd of people who sincerely admired the impeccability of his heart. It was really perfect - no dents, no scratches. And everyone in the crowd agreed that it was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The guy was very proud of it and just beamed with happiness.

Suddenly, an old man stepped forward from the crowd and said, addressing the guy:
“Your heart was not even close to mine in beauty.

Then the whole crowd looked at the old man's heart. It was crumpled, all in scars, in some places pieces of the heart were taken out and others were inserted in their places that did not fit at all, some edges of the heart were torn. In addition, in some places in the old man's heart, pieces were clearly missing. The crowd stared at the old man - how could he say that his heart is more beautiful?

The boy looked at the old man's heart and laughed:
- You might be joking, old man! Compare your heart to mine! Mine is perfect! And your! Yours is a mess of scars and tears!
“Yes,” the old man replied, “your heart looks perfect, but I would never agree to exchange our hearts. Look! Every scar on my heart is a person to whom I gave my love - I ripped out a piece of my heart and gave it to that person. And he often gave me his love in return - his piece of heart, which filled the empty spaces in mine. But because the pieces of different hearts don't exactly fit together, that's why I have torn edges in my heart that I treasure because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I gave pieces of my heart, but other people didn't give me back theirs - that's why you can see empty holes in the heart - when you give your love, there are not always guarantees for reciprocity. And although these holes bring pain, they remind me of the love that I shared, and I hope that one day these pieces of heart will return to me.

Now do you see what true beauty means?
The crowd froze. The young man stood dumbfounded in silence. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He went up to the old man, took out his heart and tore off a piece from it. With trembling hands, he offered a piece of his heart to the old man. The old man took his gift and inserted it into his heart. Then, in response, he tore a piece from his battered heart and inserted it into the hole that had formed in the young man's heart. The piece fit but not perfect and some of the edges were sticking out and some were torn.

The young man looked at his heart, no longer perfect, but more beautiful than it was before the old man's love touched him.
And they, embracing, went along the road.

Love tree

She always dreamed of children, a white wedding dress, a loving husband and a happy old age. She hoped that sooner or later happiness would find her. She had many men: beautiful, smart, rich, but for some unknown reason, relationships with them always ended not the way she wanted. They all loved her madly - showered her with flowers, jewelry, wrote poetry, but she did not give her love to any of them.

When a relationship came to an end, it was often tragic: some went crazy, others sank to the level of an animal, and others completely took their own lives. Not understanding why this is happening, the girl went to the tree of love. It was rumored that it helped many to find happiness, and the girl firmly believed in it.

The next morning, she packed her things and set off on her journey. Went for a long time. On the way there were dense impenetrable forests, swampy fetid swamps, deep and fast rivers, but, in spite of everything, she continued on her way. She really wanted to find this tree, no obstacle could stop her.

Many years of wandering passed, and the girl still could not find the tree of love. Years have turned what was once a beauty into a decrepit gray-haired old woman. One day, almost exhausted, she saw a familiar house. As she got closer, she realized that she had returned to the same place from which she began her journey many years ago. The old woman sat down on the porch of the dilapidated house and wept.

And suddenly in the middle of the yard she saw a small dry tree. There was not a single leaf on it, the birds did not sit on it, flying past, and the sun did not warm it with its rays. The old woman got up from the porch and walked over to him.

I don't remember planting you, the exhausted old woman whispered to herself.
- And I remember you, - the tree unexpectedly answered.

The old woman recoiled in fright and, overcoming her fear, stammeringly asked:
- Who are you?
- Don't you guess? I am that tree of love.
- How so?! cried the old woman, weeping. - I went around the whole wide world in search of you, and you have been here all this time?!
- Silly woman, I was waiting for you and knew that sooner or later you would return to this very place, but still I hoped that this would never happen. Alas…
- Why? I so wanted your help, so dreamed of meeting you! All my hopes were connected with you!
- You were looking not so much for me as for happiness, but all these years you were blind and stupid.
- What are you talking about? Look at me, what I've become - an unnecessary old woman. And all because I once believed in your existence.
- Yes, it's true, but you never believed in the power that raised me. That's why before you is just a decrepit, dry tree. What power are you talking about?
- I'm talking about the power that you treated with disdain all your life and did not know how to appreciate when it was disinterestedly shared with you. And if you could just once reciprocate, you wouldn't be looking for me. If you still don't understand what I'm talking about, then there's nothing I can do to help you.

The old woman knelt down, put her head in her hands and wept harder, muttering through her tears:
- You're talking about love. What a fool I am!
- Yes, about love.
“But… but you know,” the old woman stammered. - I could not fall in love against my will!
- You're wrong. Will has nothing to do with it. It’s just that you never wanted love, and didn’t believe in it. You dreamed of walking in a wedding dress, but not for your husband, but for yourself, for your girlfriends and friends, for everyone except him. You wanted a child, but only because you were afraid of never having one; because it was with others. Did you want to hear his laughter, crying and see the sparkle of stupid little eyes? No!

You wanted to make a man happy, but not at the moment when he was already next to you, but at the moment when he would become the way you wanted to see him, outlining the image of the ideal, looking at other people's husbands. You did not want to accept sincere, disinterested care, wanting not to feel obligated, but at the same time you imposed your own, selfish, and then covered yourself with it in the eyes of other people in order to count on understanding in moments of your own mistakes.

During quarrels, you sought solace in the arms of a stranger, while the one who really loved you suffered and suffered, looking for ways to reconcile, unaware of your betrayals.

You accused others of lying, and covered up your own with it. You never left forever, you left to continue your cruel game with the souls and thoughts of those whose hearts still loved you and kept in memory. But, thinking that you were going forward, in fact you were walking in circles, each time returning to the very place where you started your journey.

And then the old woman realized everything. She did not go around the earth, but lived her life in a circle. Only one question remained in her mind:
- But if there was no love in my life, then how did you come into the world?
- Oh no, the love in your life was ... for yourself! I was born from the love of those you rejected. I didn't wait for your love.

The last tear slipped down the wrinkled cheek of the old woman. She lay down on the ground next to the tree, closed her eyes, tired from tears, and ... her heart stopped. The tree bent over the woman, embraced her with crumbling branches, and together with the body turned into dust, without giving the sprouts of a new life.

Rock of Tears

In ancient times, there were many orchards on the territory of the Black Sea coast, which were owned by one rich prince. He had a daughter - the beautiful Guash. Her favorite place was the seaside rock, which the Circassians later called the Rock of Tears.

After the death of the prince, Guash became the mistress of the estate. She hid the treasures she inherited from her father. One day, Guash fell in love with a horseman named Dysheek from an aul located in the area of modern Dzhubga. Dzhigit wooed Guash, and she appointed a place from where he was to secretly take her away. It was a rock. She said that it would be possible to find her by the burning fire.

Guash was waiting for her beloved, but decided to test him for the last time. She placed the lamp on a log and pushed it into the sea. Dysheek came to the rock in rich clothes, under which there was chain mail. He understood the trick of his bride. He went down on a horse to the sea and led him into the water to the fire.

When it became deep, the horse swam, but quickly ran out of steam in the waves. And the fire beckoned.

When the horse went under the water, the dzhigit only had time to throw off his cloak. He is strong and dexterous, but clothes and chain mail pull him to the bottom. So he got to the fire and grabbed it, but he didn’t have enough strength to swim back. He loved the beautiful Gouache more than anything in his life, and he valued honor more than life itself. She saw Guash how her beloved threw herself into the sea, and how the light went out. She was waiting for his return. And the sea seethed and raged, huge waves crashed against the rock. For a long time, but in vain, the beauty called her fiancé.

Since then, Guash has become quiet, and in the evenings she stood by the cliff, looking into the depths of the sea. There she sang songs and shed rivers of tears. That is why they called the rock - the Rock of Tears. Once Guash was sitting on a cliff and knitting, but now the ball ran away from her down the cliff. Guash realized that she could not live without her beloved, and threw herself off the cliff into the sea. And the waves buried her there, next to her beloved.

It's been a long time. Not a trace remains of the prince's possessions, and the people's memory keeps legends about treasures and the passionate love of Guash and Dysheek. Shepherds say that sometimes moans, weeping and sad songs are heard on the rock at night. And every year, on that terrible night when Dysheek died, it is as if you can see how a horseman comes out of the sea, and a young maiden rushes to him from a cliff, after which everything disappears.

happiness and love

Where does love go? - the little happiness asked his father.
“She is dying,” said the father. People, son, do not cherish what they have. They just don't know how to love!

Little happiness thought: I'll grow up big and start helping people! Years passed. Happiness grew and became greater. It remembered its promise and tried its best to help the people, but the people did not hear it. And gradually Happiness began to turn from a big one into a small and stunted one. It was very afraid that it would not disappear at all, and set off on a long journey to find a cure for its illness.

How long did Happiness go for a short time, not meeting anyone on its way, it only became very bad for him. And it stopped to rest. I chose a sprawling tree and lay down. I had just dozed off when I heard footsteps approaching.
He opened his eyes and sees: a decrepit old woman is walking through the forest, all in rags, barefoot and with a staff. Happiness rushed to her:
- Have a seat. You must be tired. You need to rest and refresh.

The old woman's legs buckled, and she literally collapsed into the grass. After a short rest, the wanderer told Happiness her story:
- It's a shame when you are considered so decrepit, but I'm still young, and my name is Love!
- So this is you Love?! Happiness struck. But I was told that love is the most beautiful thing in the world!
Love looked at him attentively and asked:
- And what is your name?
- Happiness.
- That's how? I was also told that happiness should be beautiful. And with these words she took out a mirror from her rags.
Happiness, looking at her reflection, wept loudly. Love sat down to him and gently hugged her hand.
- What did these evil people and fate do to us? - Happiness sobbed.
- Nothing, - said Love, - If we are together and take care of each other, we will quickly become young and beautiful.

And under that sprawling tree, Love and Happiness made their union never to be separated. Since then, if Love leaves someone's life, Happiness leaves with it, they do not exist separately. And people still don't understand it.

Answers:

joke

Let's get married, we'll have a lot of children. We won’t have work, there won’t be anything to feed the children, we’ll take them to a dark forest far away, and we’ll leave them there ... then the little finger ...
You will not have a job, because you are uninitiated, you will only wait for help from some uncle.

ArtyomArtyom ArtyomArtyom

oh .... Tell her about how your relationship began in a fabulous way. From the very beginning until the day you tell it :)

Evgeny Filatov

Hello Beloved! So I want to kiss your plump lips now! Such soft and sweet offended lips! I want to undead and caress them until a happy smile takes over them! And then you can sit comfortably on my shoulder and listen to a new fairy tale born in my dreams!
Today this tale will be about one girl who dreamed of me on amazing nights under the quiet crackle of logs in the stove and the mysterious light of a small lamp on the wall. This lamp was in the form of a cute gnome with an umbrella and it seemed that he was doing magic!
***
So, there was a girl. She lived peacefully and calmly, and everything was enough for her, except for one thing! She was very lonely, and therefore there was no happiness!
And then one day the girl went to look for this happiness! Every time she met good and kind people along the way, it seemed to her that she had found her happiness! But time passed, and interest in her disappeared, too quickly everyone around got used to the quiet and trouble-free wanderer. Then she again went in search. But the path was not always so serene. And not only good people met her.
Once, on the threshold of a house, a very polite and courteous young man opened the door for her. And she went there without fear. The weary traveler was fed and put to bed. And at night, an evil spell fell on this house. And only in the morning with the first rays of the sun, she woke up exhausted on the street. But the fear of the events of this night was stronger than fatigue, and she rushed to run away as fast as she could! Since then, she never trusted any young man again. But the belief that somewhere in the world happiness awaits her helped to move on.
And then one day she sat down to rest on the banks of a small river under the rays of the bright spring sun. A mischievous brook sang to her a cheerful song about distant lands, to which he aspired his trickles. The girl admired this picture so much that she did not hear light footsteps from behind. Someone's warm arms wrapped around her shoulders, and a gentle voice asked:
- How far are you keeping the way, Bunny?
From this touch and voice immediately breathed so close and dear that in response she could not say anything other than:
- I have already passed a lot, seen everyone! And now my path in loneliness is over! Hello my happiness! Hello my beloved!
The girl turned, took her Happiness by the hand and never let go again!
***
I love you! I love you, my happiness! I will never give you up to anyone! And if you suddenly want to leave, I will hug and kiss you so hard that these hugs cannot be broken!

bedtime story
fairy tale

guys, help me find a short good bedtime story for a girl

Answers:

Grandpa Au Banana

So today the Hedgehog said to the Bear cub:
- It's still good that we have each other!
The little bear nodded.
- Just imagine: I'm not there, you're sitting alone and there's no one to talk to.
- And where are you?
- I am not here, I am out.
“It doesn’t happen like that,” said Little Bear.
“I think so too,” said the Hedgehog. “But all of a sudden, I don’t exist at all. You are alone. Well, what are you going to do? .
- I'll turn everything upside down, and you'll be found!
- No, I'm nowhere! !
- Then, then ... Then I will run out into the field, - said the Bear cub. - And I will shout: “Yo-yo-yo-zhi-i-i-k!” , and you will hear and scream: “Bear-oh-oh-ok! ..”. Here.
- No, - said the Hedgehog. - I don't have one bit. Understand?
- What are you doing to me? - Bear cub got angry. If you are not, then I am not. Understood?…

Serenka

Say that you will marry her

selenium

talk about your love

Jurijus Zaksas

Once upon a time there were Grandfather, Baba and a chicken Ryaba. And somehow a hen laid a testicle for Grandfather. Grandfather is crying, Baba is crying, and the hen is clucking: “Don’t cry, Baba, don’t cry, Grandfather, otherwise I’ll lay your second testicle ...”

Is it true that both the fairy tale is SHORT and the chicken is terribly kind?

Nikolay Filippov

Say you want to marry her.

simpatic segrifice

Maybe you'll try to come up with something for her... romantic!

A short story about a clever princess

In the kingdom of Far Far Away, in the far away state, there lived a beautiful, independent, independent and intelligent princess. One day she was sitting on the bank of a picturesque pond in a green valley near her castle, thinking about the meaning of life, and suddenly she saw a frog.
The frog jumped into her lap and
said: "Dear, kind girl. Once I was a beautiful prince, but the evil sorceress enchanted me, turning me into a frog. If you kiss me, I will turn into a prince again, and then, my charm, I will settle in your castle, and you will cook my food, clean my horse, wash my clothes, raise my children and rejoice that I have taken you as my wife."
That same evening, after having a light supper of frog legs with spices and a glass of white wine, the Princess chuckled softly and thought: “Fuck you!”

In life there is a place do not care

Better than a bottle of champagne! Cuts out very well, checked)))

FAIRY TALES to girls... who tells... before going to bed?

Answers:

Fleur De Lis

waiting for the story to continue...

Original_Sin

nobody tells! thanks for the story ;-)

Evgenia

the program "Good night, kids", they also show cartoons))

I have loved fairy tales since childhood. Probably the most beloved of them: Azerbaijani ones - they have so many feelings and romance that I definitely wanted to listen to each of them to the end. Now I have grown up, and the love for mysterious magical stories has remained with me.

Fairy tales are such uncomplicated stories that are described in a special language, as if you were small. But this does not hurt you at all, because it gives the impression that you and the author have some kind of extraordinary secret, which they will definitely tell you about.

I admire the world around me, I love the people who live in it. I like to find something unique in every, at first glance, inconspicuous thing - something that no one has noticed before (or maybe they just didn’t want to admit it to themselves?).

Fairy tales are not as ephemeral as you might think at first glance. After all, if you have never seen the planet Saturn with your own eyes (pictures and even videos do not count, because in our time everything can be faked and mounted) - this does not mean that it does not exist. So it is with any "magic" story. Of course, there are many different epithets, metaphors and “little” exaggerations in it, but its very essence is always very truthful.

Reading or listening to any fairy tales, we, imperceptibly for ourselves, involuntarily plunge into their plot. It develops our imagination, makes us think.

My fairy tales are very romantic and, perhaps, someone will say idealistic. I absolutely agree with you. But if you have your own ideals, then you have something to strive for. You are on the right track. After all, only a sensitive heart will tell you where to go, what to believe in and how to behave in any situation.

Believe in yourself! Trust yourself! Feel free to create your future, because it begins here and now.

The story makes it better and kinder. It instills in a person hope for the best, makes you take a closer look at the world around you. After all, there are so many interesting, inexplicable and very, very touching things in life.

And now we are getting comfortable and immersing ourselves in the magical world of romantic fairy tales, where any obstacles can be overcome on the way to the fulfillment of the most cherished desires.

small bright star

Beloved… My little Ray of Light… My Princess! I'm so glad that you and I are together.

It is so nice to feel such a dear, warm, fragile body next to you. Feel your breath. Inhale the scent of your hair...

I almost whisper to you so as not to frighten off your sweet half-asleep.

You smile at my words and my heart starts beating even faster.

I am grateful to you for bursting into my life so suddenly, enchanting me. Now all my thoughts are only about you. And everything I do is for you.

In the meantime, you closed your eyes, enjoying the words that I whisper in your ear, I will tell you a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a small, but very bright star. She was so beautiful, almost like a diamond.

She really liked to appear in the sky when the sun went below the horizon. She believed that she was of great benefit by illuminating the Earth at night. Although her friends, who were next to her in the sky, took it for granted.

The little star tried very hard to shine brighter than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of the moon. After all, it was very important for her to benefit people. This little girl was very happy when, as she herself believed, she helped a lost evening traveler find his way home. Or if any little man could not sleep - he had the opportunity to admire her through the window, hoping for something good, deep in his secret thoughts.

But lately, she began to feel that something was wrong. Something darkened the joyful thoughts of the little star.

She began to think about what made her so sad.

And then the little bright star realized that she was very sorry for the beautiful girl with golden-red silky hair. Every evening, the little girl watched as the girl sat on the windowsill, turning her sad gaze to the sky.

The little star really wanted to help the stranger, but she did not yet know how.

From her heavenly friends, she heard one legend that when a star falls from the sky, people make a wish - and it will certainly come true.

- But then you will die ... - her friends were saddened.

But I will be of great use! she answered happily.

The little star really wanted to help the sad girl at the window, for this she was even ready to give her life.

After looking at the beautiful red-haired girl for the last time, the little star, breaking away from the sky, began to rapidly fall down. She no longer felt anything, except for the noise of her own flight ...

And then, suddenly, she was seized by an indescribable all-consuming violent joy - this girl took advantage of the moment and made her cherished wish. The little star was very glad that she could help a beautiful stranger. Now this little girl knew that she had fulfilled her true destiny. She, somewhere deep inside, felt calm. This is the last thing the asterisk thought about before disappearing into oblivion ...

The act of the star was not in vain - the desire of the stranger was soon fulfilled ...

And another small star appeared in the sky, even brighter than the previous one ...

Who knows, maybe she will be able to fulfill some of your innermost desires, Beloved ...

You are already sleeping, My Charm... I will kiss you on the top of your head, gently touch your eyelids with my lips and also fall asleep, greedily wrapping you in my arms, guarding your sacred dream...

Sweet Dreams, my angel!..

Little Christmas Miracle

This year the winter was especially beautiful: the trees and roofs of houses were covered with snow, shimmering with silver in the gentle rays of the sun. Today was the last day of the year.

A girl was sitting at the window, peering into the fluffy flakes of falling snow. She had long dark brown wavy hair and a graceful figure. The sun blinded her blue eyes, but transparent crystals of tears slowly flowed down her pale cheeks for a completely different reason. Today Leela will have to celebrate her favorite holiday all alone ...

It seemed like they had a fight with Dan for a long time - she no longer remembers how many nights in a row she cried into her pillow. But only two weeks had passed since he left, slamming the door loudly - then she jumped at that sound.

Because of what they quarreled, I don’t even remember. You know, it happens that you quarrel “to smithereens” with your loved one, firmly believing that, of course, HE is to blame. But, then, some time passes and you don’t fully understand: “What was that?” Now Lily was in the same state. She would be glad to apologize first, only he does not answer the phone, and no one opens his house. But the girl reassured herself that she at least tried to rectify the situation.

Now she was sitting alone in the apartment, which THEY together decorated with such tenderness and love. She did not want to go to celebrate the New Year with friends, because this holiday was very personal for her ...

She and Dan met the week before New Year's, when she was in 5th grade. Lilya was walking home with her friends after school that day. The girls chatted merrily, sharing their expectations of what they would give to whom for the holiday. Suddenly, the girl suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head from a blow with a blunt object, and her head quickly began to go cold. Lily lost her balance and fell. Next to her, a snowball drowned in a snowdrift, finally unsticking from the top of her head.

"In a certain kingdom ...", or rather, in an ordinary city apartment there lived a girl Varenka. As a child, her mother read a fairy tale about Cinderella to her and talked about how her beautiful daughter would grow up, find her love and marry a prince. Varenka thought about it so much that already at school she began to look for a prince for herself.

He will look at Vanya: he is handsome, tall, he goes to the football section. What else does a prince need? He will fall in love, and he will either pull the pigtail, or set the bandwagon - no, such a prince is no good! Varenka will sigh and continue looking for someone to fall in love with. And only a bedtime story was her consolation.

And here's Igor: he teaches lessons, he does all the tests with "five", he does not write off, his glasses are expensive, with a gilded frame. Varenka fell in love, but he couldn’t run thirty meters in physical education, he didn’t give back when Petka from a parallel class tore off a button on his jacket. No, and this is not a prince - he does not have a white cloak, nor a strong sword.

So Varenka did not find anything worthwhile at school. At the graduation party, when she did her hair in the salon, put on a new dress brought by her aunt from Warsaw, several boys opened their mouths - they began to walk around and say compliments. It was melting, Varenka, but she caught herself in time when one of the contenders for the post of personal prince waved his hand on her knee, as if in his own, and pinched her below the waist after a joint dance. Varenka shied away - the princes are entitled to only one kiss, and even that after it breaks through the thorny thorn bush, and then some kind of fairy tale for adults turns out.

Varenka entered a technical university - it’s not to look for a prince at the philological faculty. And a prince with hands and brains often comes across in a technical university. The girl is studying, or rather, she is suffering: this is not a bedtime story - mathematics with physics. Here you need to understand. And how to understand, if since childhood you only thought about the prince, then a real fairy tale for adults comes out ...

One day Varenka sobs in the audience after another failure. Suddenly, a head peeked through the door. This is Mishka from the parallel group: "Did you fall asleep? Let me help you figure it out." Varenka agreed - what can you do? True, Mishka didn’t pull for the role of a prince: he was short, he always wore the same jeans, he didn’t have a car-apartment and lived in a hostel. Well, but he doesn’t call for marriage - to do it. After two weeks of Mishka's daily explanations, Varenka began to understand something in these same functions and integrals, and Mishka turned out to be not so nondescript. He did not get a car during this time, but Varenka was interested in talking to him even without a car, and not only about mathematics. She understood that princes are different. Not all of them talk about love and ride a white horse.

Do you think they got married soon? No, this is life, not a fairy tale for children. Mishka studied well, defended himself brilliantly, launched his own business, got on his feet. And Varenka got married in her last year. No, no, not for the prince - for the dean. He taught physics for them, but he got lost in Varenka's sky-colored eyes. And she no longer believed in magic, she didn’t read bedtime stories and hid a book about Cinderella from her beautiful daughter.

Reading or listening to any fairy tales, we, imperceptibly for ourselves, involuntarily plunge into their plot. It develops our imagination, makes us think.

Believe in yourself! Trust yourself! Feel free to create your future, because it begins here and now.

small bright star

Beloved… My little Ray of Light… My Princess! I'm so glad that you and I are together.

It is so nice to feel such a dear, warm, fragile body next to you. Feel your breath. Inhale the scent of your hair...

I almost whisper to you so as not to frighten off your sweet half-asleep.

You smile at my words and my heart starts beating even faster.

I am grateful to you for bursting into my life so suddenly, enchanting me. Now all my thoughts are only about you. And everything I do is for you.

In the meantime, you closed your eyes, enjoying the words that I whisper in your ear, I will tell you a fairy tale.

* * *

Once upon a time there was a small, but very bright star.

She was so beautiful, almost like a diamond.

But lately, she began to feel that something was wrong. Something darkened the joyful thoughts of the little star.

She began to think about what made her so sad.

The little star really wanted to help the stranger, but she did not yet know how.

From her heavenly friends, she heard one legend that when a star falls from the sky, people make a wish - and it will certainly come true.

- But then you will die ... - her friends were saddened.

But I will be of great use! she answered happily.

The little star really wanted to help the sad girl at the window, for this she was even ready to give her life.

The act of the star was not in vain - the desire of the stranger was soon fulfilled ...

And another small star appeared in the sky, even brighter than the previous one ...

Who knows, maybe she will be able to fulfill some of your innermost desires, Beloved ...

* * *

Sweet Dreams, my angel!..

Little Christmas Miracle

This year the winter was especially beautiful: the trees and roofs of houses were covered with snow, shimmering with silver in the gentle rays of the sun. Today was the last day of the year.

Suddenly, a tall, handsome boy with light brown hair and honey-colored eyes appeared next to her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you,” he said, lowering his black fluffy eyelashes guiltily.

Lily could not move from confusion, nor say anything in response. Then the guy extended his hand to her, prudently freeing her from the snow-covered glove and said:

Let me help you up.

Lily's girlfriends giggled and whispered to each other, surrounding the formed couple in a circle.

“My name is Denis, but my friends call me Dan,” said the young man, helping the girl shake the snow off her clothes.

“And I’m Lily,” she finally managed to answer.

A young man volunteered to help a girl injured by his snowball by taking her home and making sure she was all right. Lily said goodbye to her envious friends, and Dan said goodbye to the boy he was playing with.

- How does such a lovely and fragile person manage to carry such a heavy backpack? - the guy was surprised, picking up her things.

Lilya loved to study and every day she took with her to school all the books she could need. She thought it was completely normal.

“If it’s very hard for you, I can carry it myself,” the girl answered offendedly and tried to take her backpack from him.

"No, it won't be too hard for me," Dan said, grabbing her arm with his free hand.

She felt herself blush at his sudden touch. The guy, it seems, sensing this, carefully lowered her palm ...

So young people walked through the snow-covered city, talking in general terms about themselves. Lilya was not verbose, because she was still embarrassed. She felt a little dizzy, but she no longer knew if the reason for this was the snowball that hit her or this handsome boy walking beside her.

From a conversation with Dan, the girl learned that he is in the 8th grade of her school, loves to create beautiful ice figures in winter, and when it gets warmer, he carves his masterpieces out of wood.

“Probably, his creations are amazingly beautiful, like himself,” thought Lily and again realized that she was starting to blush.

Dan smiled as he looked at the girl, and as they approached her house, he said:

– So this is where such a beautiful, a little embarrassed and very touching girl lives!

Lily felt her whole face turn red.

“You make me blush…” she answered timidly.

“Wait, this is just the beginning.” He smiled a sly smile. “Besides, you have a healthy blush on your face.”

Parting, they agreed that from that day on, he would take her home after school every time.

The remaining days before the New Year, young people spent practically without parting. Lily gradually began to get used to the beautiful compliments of this amazing guy and began to tell him more about herself. The more they got to know each other, the closer they became. It seemed that they were always together, and the time before meeting him simply did not exist in the girl's life.

Years passed, and young people constantly managed to find something new and interesting in each other. They have grown up, life went on as usual. Lilya was already in her final year at the University of Art, and Dan had opened his own antiques firm. Only their New Year's tradition did not change: before the stormy celebration of the holiday, they went out into the street and played snowballs - only they did it gently, kindly. And somehow they were always lucky on snowy winter days ...

Lilya was distracted from her memories by the loud purring of a fluffy white Persian kitten, which was warming herself in her arms. Dan gave it to her about a month ago, they named him Snowball. The girl smiled at this little warm lump, who was only 3 months old.

The eyes of this creature seemed to say: “Calm down, everything will definitely be fine. Tonight is a magical evening and you can count on your Little Miracle.”

A little cheered up, the girl put herself in order and checked if everything was ready for the festive dinner.

“This time there will not be too many dishes: only all the very favorites.”

When she finished laying the table, she noticed that she had arranged the cutlery, as if two people would celebrate the New Year: “Me and …”.

Sighing sadly and shrugging off not to plunge into memories again, she decided to leave the extra devices in their places.

“What if they come in handy ...” - for some reason she thought.

Looking at the clock, the girl noticed that it was already 10 pm.

“At this time, Dan and I … always went outside and played snowballs,” she almost burst into tears. “Well, okay, this time I’ll go there myself. Yes, and it would not hurt me to ventilate. ”

Waving to Snowball, putting on a warm coat and boots, she quickly went down the steps.

The weather was wonderful outside. The sky was clear and starry, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. Everything around seemed somehow magical in the lights of street lamps. Lily took a deep breath of fresh frosty air and turned into the park, which was not far from the house.

In some places, noisy joyful cries of young people who had already begun to celebrate were heard. Passing by a small clearing, Lilya felt that something lightly hit her from behind, and cold snow began to fall down her collar. The girl turned around, peering into the darkness, and was ready to shout at the offender:

“No one dares to throw snowballs at me, no one but…”

“Defend yourself,” someone shouted from the darkness, throwing another portion of snow at her.

“…no one but… Dan,” the girl finished her thought, deftly dodging a new attack.

Dan came out of the gloom, smiling slyly. Lily, without hesitation, rushed into his arms.

“Forgive me,” the girl said softly, snuggling tightly against his chest.

“Forgive me, too,” the young man replied, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“I was so worried… I don’t even know what caused this… I’m so sorry… I…”

The girl did not have time to finish, as Dan covered her mouth with his hand.

- I was also very wrong ... Only in separation from you, I realized that my love for you is a thousand times stronger than I thought before. Moreover, this business trip ... She made me be even further away from you ...

Lily wanted to tell him something else, but he stopped her.

You are starting to freeze. Let's go home, otherwise we'll miss everything. It's already half past twelve! Yes, and Snowball has his first New Year.

Dan grabbed a couple of bags from the tree. Winking at the girl in response to her curious look, he hurried in the direction of the house, holding her tightly by the hand.

When they entered the apartment, the kitten was already impatiently waiting for them at the door, as if he was afraid that they would be late. It seemed that he was not at all surprised to see two of his dearest people together again.

They just had time to undress and open the champagne, as the old clock in the other room began to strike 12 o'clock.

“For newfound love,” Dan said, raising his glass to the girl.

“For our love and for the fact that we are together again,” Lily said quietly.

Snowball settled comfortably on the girl's lap and meowed contentedly.

Young people talked for a long time about their passionate feelings for each other. They were happy and now both were sure that it was FOREVER ...

Delightful dessert

Alika got a job as an illustrator almost immediately after graduation. She was infinitely happy about this event - after all, this is exactly what she always wanted to do.

Since childhood, she has been drawing beautiful pictures all the time, which were on the walls, notebooks, albums, napkins - on everything that unconsciously came into her hands. Alika was glad that her obsessive hobby would now benefit someone. Now she could draw pictures for book covers and their interior design. Her work was very liked by others, some approached her and praised her personally. In general, the girl was satisfied with both her position and the close-knit team.

And when, after some time, a new cafe “Delightful Dessert” was opened next to her company, Alika was simply delighted. After all, sweets are her second favorite pleasure, right after work.

It was a special cafe: everything in it was somehow unusual. The building itself was in the form of a dome, the entrance to it was called an arch with two fanciful columns. The interior design of the Delicious Dessert was even more unusual: the whole interior was focused on the play of light and shadow. The dome of the ceiling resembled the sky, and skillfully made lighting created the illusion of clouds, stars, sunbeams, falling snow or dripping rain. The “weather” in this cafe has always been exactly the opposite of the real weather outside. That is, if there was a cloudy winter day outside the window, then in this room there was a summer starry night. Even the tablecloths on the round tables changed depending on it: the color of ripe cherries, young grass, golden, rich blue, intriguing purple.

On the walls of the “Delicious Dessert” there were very unusual paintings in bizarre frames. Some tables had “sweet” images in the form of toys and various decorations (rings, brooches). Near the other tables there were photographs of cocktails with "dizzying" splashes, which created a general picture of unreality and at the same time of some simple naturalness. There were also photos of huge cakes in the form of amazing dollhouses. And the hand-drawn pictures of desserts in the form of forest clearings simply excited the imagination with their “fabulousness”. Aliki's favorite table was adorned with coffee-themed photos of milk splashing in white cups against a black background.

The menu in this institution also did not lag behind in its ingenuity from everything else. What was not there: apple-caramel pie “Tarte Tatin”, delicious “Magically delicious cheesecakes” with marzipan decorations, fried ice cream, cookies “Waiting for a salary”, “light as a cloud and fast as a deer dessert “Winter's Tale”. Moreover, the ingredients of favorite dishes changed periodically. For example, banana sorbet one day made with sugar syrup and fruit juice, the next day could be with the addition of champagne or wine. You never know what the surprise will be tomorrow! Moreover, all dishes were prepared in a certain quantity. Each time, the dish of the day was chosen, the portions of which were larger than the rest. And if the visitor got the last one, then he could choose a “delicious dessert” for the next day. There was something childlike and funny about it!

Alika has already tried almost all the desserts in this cafe since it opened. But most of all she loved the triple chocolate cheesecake and Tarte Tatin, the dishes she ordered more often when she came here for her lunch break.

Today she had some kind of bad day - she still could not come up with a cover for a new book. Everything that came to her mind seemed somehow faded and inexpressive. With a sad expression, she sat down at her favorite table. The “weather” in the cafe was rainy, although at that time the sun was shining brightly outside.

Just like the state of my soul, she thought.

Already starting to absentmindedly paint a napkin on the table, Alika ordered herself a slice of a triple chocolate cheesecake. She was very surprised when the waiter told her that today this dish is a “delicious dessert” and that her portion is the last one. Such an event happened to the girl for the first time, and she was somewhat at a loss.

“Don't rush with your choice of "dessert" for tomorrow," the waiter reassured her. You can think about it while eating.

Alika was left alone at her table. She was in a slight confusion: all her thoughts were confused.

- Can I come to you for a "light"? A pleasant male voice interrupted her thoughts.

Alika looked at the stranger who asked her a question. He was a tall handsome young man with golden hair and dark green eyes. In all his appearance, grandeur and, at the same time, some kind of simplicity were felt.

“He has a very beautiful smile,” the girl thought as the boy smiled, waiting for her answer.

“Yes, of course,” she said. “I just booked a place for you here.

- Well, how can I leave a person to the mercy of fate in such a crowded place? .. There are so many people that there is nowhere to sit directly.

You are my savior! - supported her young man, sitting down opposite. By the way, I'm Roman.

- And I'm Alika.

“What a rare and beautiful name,” the new acquaintance remarked. “I'm sure this must belong to a very extraordinary person with many hidden talents.

Next to their table was a small glass partition, on which drops of “rain” flowed. The girl automatically looked at her reflection, which was clearly visible in the subdued lighting. Blonde short hair that reveals a graceful neck. Large almond-shaped dark blue eyes with fluffy black eyelashes, like a doll. Graceful fragile figure, like an elf.

“I look fabulous today!”

– Yes, I am! Alika smiled coquettishly. - Only my talents are not hidden at all ...

“I really hope to know about them.

- May be…

The waiter came up to the table with their orders. He asked the girl if she had decided on the main course for the next day. Alika chose the “magic” syrniki that smelled so appetizing on Roman's plate. The girl was asked to formalize her wish in a beautiful old book. She had a whole page at her disposal, so she added a pile of cheesecakes to her inscription, which a pretty jug pours jam on top. The waiter smiled sweetly at this idea and added a gift “surprise treat” to her menu.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take a picture of you," he said politely. - We attach all photos of the “lucky ones” to the “Wish Book”, we give the second copy to the owner ... If you want, a young man can join you ...

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