Wednesday, January 05, 2011 5:46 p.m. + in quote sheet

Isoko lived in heaven an angel ..
  Every morning, he rose from a fluffy cloud and circled the sky, rejoicing in the morning sun. It was the most carefree angel in the world. In the mornings, he washed his face with water from the clouds and basked in the warm sunlight. Behind him were huge fluffy wings and in flight, he resembled a giant bird ...
  The angel was still very young and terribly curious. He wanted to know everything. Once, circling high above the ground, he first saw people. People also noticed him and christened him a bird. But the Angel was not a bird at all. He was almost the same as them - only a little cleaner and brighter, and he had wings behind his back and he could fly. People are interested in the angel.
  Once he got too close to one village and sank to the ground. The angel stood and looked around in amazement, amazed at the culture alien to him and the strange objects surrounding him. He picked up a clay pot, but his hands were so awkward that he accidentally dropped it and broke it ... People heard a noise, ran in and caught Angel. He was put in a cage ... The angel did not know that you could be deprived of freedom - all his life he saw only a clear blue sky. People did not like what they did not understand. They thought for a long time and finally decided that in order to become normal, the Angel only needs to cut off its wings. It seemed to them that having achieved external resemblance, they would achieve internal similarity. They took a sharp knife and cut off his wings.
  An angel screamed and scaredly fought in a cage, losing the last connection with heaven, blood oozing through his body. He soon passed out ...
  When he woke up, people stood around. The angel barely opened his eyes and looked around. With a habitual gesture, he tried to spread his wings behind his back, but there was nothing behind him ... An angel really wanted to become like people. So people helped him realize this dream? Now he could live among people and became almost the same as them.
  People accepted the angel when he became like them. They taught him their language, craft. The world of people has become for him his own world ...
But no matter how interesting this world was, it lacked a clear sky and soft white clouds sparkling in the sun. The angel yearned more and more for the sky. But alas - he no longer had wings .... The dream of flying and of the sky became his obsession. Soon, the Angel could only think of new wings.
  At first he tried to copy the wings of birds, but nothing came of it. The angel instantly got tired and could not fly even a few meters above the ground. Realizing that it was impossible to make a likeness of a bird, the Angel decided to tame these birds. He caught several dozens of the largest and strongest birds and tied himself to them with a strong rope. Birds soared up and dragged him along, dragging higher and higher to the sky ... Soon the earth and people seemed already the same as when he first saw them - small and defenseless ...
  Suddenly the rope loosened and the birds rushed in different directions, leaving the Angel hanging between heaven and earth. He fell to the ground and crashed ...
  A man passed by. He saw an angel falling from heaven and thought it was a sign from above ... He went from city to city and told people about this miracle ... Gradually, followers began to gather around the person, and soon his stories became overgrown with new details and facts. People began to have religion and faith in something bright ...
  The place where the Angel fell became a shrine for people and every day thousands of pilgrims came there to pray ... At this place they put a chapel and everyone considered it his duty to put a candle in the health of their loved ones or those who had gone to another world for peace ... People forgot about their guilt, trying to make amends to it in prayers ... There was only one person who said: “People, and it was we ourselves who destroyed him. After all, we cut Angel’s wings with our own hands, depriving him of communication with heaven. So why are all these vain prayers? "
  But they did not listen to him. People cherished the bright image of the Angel so much that they did not want to believe in their guilt. The man was called a heretic, discrediting the holy name of the shrine, and burned at the stake ...
  When the flame enveloped his body, his soul appeared over the fire ... She, like the Angel, was with huge wings. Waving them, she flew upward - directly to the sun, directly to the sky - into a world where every morning the sun's rays illuminate the tops of the clouds and peace and silence reign ...
  An angel, after all, was not a man - he was only a soul - pure and bright, who loved people and sought freedom.
  And the soul - it will always return to heaven ...

   Wednesday, January 05, 2011 5:49 PM + in the quote box

Bottom lay the city, covered with snow on the roofs. Above lay a dark gloomy sky in the rare feathers of clouds. And above the sky an angel sat on a cloud and looked through the gray veil of the twilight sky at a city covered with snow on the very roofs. The angel had to down, but he did not want to.
  First of all, it's cold. Secondly, snow. Thirdly, people. And if cold and snow could still be tolerated, then it turned out really bad with people, that is, it didn’t work out in any way. The angel sighed and slowly began to sink. He was afraid to be seen, so he made heavy snowfall. But the wings quickly got wet and heavy, and instead of a magnificent smooth flight, a quick and unpleasant fall occurred. But no one noticed him anyway. When a snowstorm is outside, people are sitting at home or hiding in deep hoods. And they do not look into the sky.
  The angel touched the ground with his feet and folded his wings behind him. So he almost did not differ from people. The air was fresh and not even very cold. Angel quickly caught the smell and went to him. Still, night was approaching, and at that time even an angel could not be sure of safety. The porch smelled of black cats, a German shepherd, scorched pizza and freshly brewed coffee. The angel did not hesitate in front of the black door and did not press the elastic bell button. He just entered the house. She was sitting in the kitchen and reading a book.
  “Good evening,” said the angel. - I came for you.
  She raised her eyebrows in surprise and resentment and shook her head.
  - Who are you? she asked. - I do not know you. How did you get here?
  “Entered the door,” answered the angel, still standing in front of her. She did not offer him a seat, and all the angels are proud of their upbringing. “You must know me.” Maybe I just forgot. I'm an angel.
  - Angel? she asked incredulously, throwing a naughty lock of snow-white from her forehead. “There are no angels here.”
  “But I'm here,” he objected, turning slightly in profile so that she could see the wings.
  - Wings? - She went up to him and timidly held out her hand. - Real?
  Angel sighed. He was a little tired, a little cold and wanted to drink coffee. And he did not want to show what his real wings were.
  And then another person appeared in the kitchen. The man in black. The angel flinched. He was never able to get used to the fact that here on Earth, anyone has the right to wear black, white, and gold.
  “Who are you talking to, honey?”
  She spread her arms:
  - Yes, with an angel.
The man looked at the angel with interest. The angel looked at the man curiously. Their eyes met. In the gray eyes of a man reflected all his feelings. A pale golden light shook in the blue eyes of the angel.
  “Well,” said the man, looking away. “I believe you are an angel.” And you are stronger than me.
  Angel is upset. Why did man give up so quickly? Why did he give up at all? Does he really not love her?
  The man left, first from the kitchen, then from the apartment, then from the house. For a long time the angel heard his nervous steps along the empty streets of a snowy city.
  “Why did you drive him away?” - the woman exclaimed.
  “He left himself,” said the angel. He did not make excuses. He was just fair. - You saw.
  She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. Then again. Her shoulders trembled. The angel laid her hand on her head and whispered a few quiet words. She calmed down.
  “He will return,” said the angel, “if you do not want to leave with me, he will certainly return.”
  “I don’t want to leave with you,” she whispered, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I do not want to die, and I do not want to go with you, and I do not believe in God.”
  And then the angel was surprised.
  “You don't remember anything at all?” he asked, squatting down so as to look into her eyes and read the answer in them.
  “Well, what ... I ... can I remember?” she said with difficulty, swallowing cold and completely tasteless coffee in between. And then the angel saw that which he had not noticed from the very beginning. She had no wings.
  - Where ... your wings? he asked in a whisper, holding back the indignant flutter of his own.
  - Wings? She threw off her shirt and turned her back to him. “I never had them.”
  The angel touched the thin skin between the shoulder blades with a cool palm and felt two thin strings of scars.
  “Here,” said the angel, “there were wings.”
  “What are you,” she threw a shirt over her shoulders and turned around, “our cat jumped on me.” These are just scratches. And they almost healed. Soon completely disappear.
  “Yes,” the angel agreed. “Of course, it's just scratches.” And they almost healed. And you never had wings.
  Backing away, he left the house, almost stepped on a fluffy black kitten and stood a little under her window. And then he found a man in black, took his shoulder and said:
  - Come back, you are stronger.
  Triumph and joy flashed in the man's eyes. But the angel was in no hurry to let go of his shoulder.
  “You took her memory, but how did she give her wings away?”
  “They interfered,” the man explained.
  - How can wings interfere?
  “She's a woman,” said the man, as if that explained everything.
But the angel did not understand. And the man got angry.
  “The wings prevent her from lying on her back,” the man explained, “and she has to lie on her back every night.” Got it?
  But the stupid angel still did not understand anything. And the man said the last words:
  - We love each other. We have sex. And the wings prevented her from lying on her back. Do you understand now?
  “Now I understand,” answered the angel. “She needed sex, and she didn't need wings.”
  “Well done,” said the man, freeing himself from the hand of an angel. “You got it right.”
  “I know,” the angel bowed his head and shook a tear from his eyelashes. He did not know how to cry, but tears came by themselves. “But I know something else: you do not love each other.”
  An angel spread its wings and took off from the Earth.
  - Why? - shouted the man, raising his head to the sky. The angel was already high. But he came down and whispered to the man in his ear:
  - Because wings do not interfere with love!
  It began to snow, falling asleep a man in black and black roofs of houses.

   Wednesday, January 05, 2011 5:52 PM + in the quote box

a strip of wax runs along a long curved candle. It smells like vanilla. I don't like vanilla. An angel sits on a windowsill and looks up at the sky. He wants to go home, but I keep him. I keep my thoughts and attempts to be with my beloved man. Forcing me to fly everywhere and keep me from doing crazy things. He is tired and sighs blue pollen. I want to apologize, but this is his job ... I ask the angel to find my beloved, but he refuses. And what's wrong with him, really?
  Angel is crying. I did not know that this happens. It turns out he is crying with my tears. So when I cry, actually my angel cries? Why are angels crying? Or for whom?
  I crawl along the huge bed to the windowsill. I look at the pretty face of my angel. He is beautiful. I stroke his dark hair and take his hand. Curious, do all angels have such gentle hands? His brown eyes are filled with sorrow. Each tear is dark and shiny. There are scratches on their cheeks from them. His face is bleeding. I'm scared that my torment makes him suffer. I cry with him, only tears cannot escape. I stroke his hand and kiss my red lips. God, they are so cold. Does he really feel nothing?
  “Angel, dear,” I say to myself, because he understands me without words, “don’t cry, please! I'm scared!"
He is silent. He probably has no voice. Blood from his cheeks drips onto my shirt. The shirt is as snow-white as its wings. Drops turn into elegant patterns and decorate my shirt with a bloody color. Tears spatter from his eyes in shards. They roll down it and fall loudly to the floor. My heart is racing like a driven horse. It is all so strange and beautiful. His pain, or rather mine in him, gives birth to beauty.
  “Please calm down, I will always be with you!” - although what I say, he will always have to look after me. But I look at him and I feel sorry for him, and yet he is a reflection of me! He doesn’t move, only tears scratch his cheeks, and I kiss his lips. Why did he freeze? What about him? Feathers climb from its wings, they fall on the black tears of an angel and become white mice. Mice crawl through sharp tears and scratch their abdomen. Their hair turns red from their own blood. They squeak with horror. I squint, close my eyes, bounce off the angel and hide under the covers. The squeak stops.
  I remove the blanket from my face and see an angel standing above me ...
  “He loves you,” the angel spoke.
  So they still have a voice.
  “You told me in a dream that he does not love me!” - I look at the angel with bated breath.
  Illuminated by the moon with spread wings it is beautiful. He looks so much like a man, but there is something high, right and cold in him. I would love him all my life, but he is an angel. And I am a man, and especially I love another ...
  “You will never be with him,” he says with a trembling voice.
  The angel no longer cries, tears flow from my eyes. The veil overshadows the eyes, I rub my face with my palms and drive away the loneliness that is already creeping up. An angel crying for me ?!
  - May I be with you? I ask in the hope that at least my angel loves me, just as I love my chosen one.
  - No, - the angel is cold and motionless, only the feathers tremble from the light breeze.
  “Why?” I ask in silence.
  - Because people and angels cannot be together. You are too hot in your actions and emotions, and we are cold and prudent. We do not have positive emotions, we are experiencing, only your fears, illnesses, troubles, pains, sorrows. We feel all the bad. It is our life. We take it all to ourselves, and we leave you the good.
  An angel sits on my bed and strokes my cheek. I clung to her, with the feeling of a mother for the first time picking up a newborn in her arms. Its wings are warm and soft. I crawl out from under the covers and snuggle up to the angel. He covers me with his wings. We are silent, we feel each other, we are one.
“Why won't I be with him?” Are you saying that he loves me? - I'm starting again. But I say quietly, so as not to frighten away the merging of souls, mine and him.
  -I said that angels and people cannot be together! he reassured me.
  “I don't understand you ...”
  - It's simple: I am your angel, and you are his! You are everything to him! You take away all his bad, you give him real warmth and good fortune. He understands this, but cannot appreciate it. He is afraid. Afraid of you and afraid of changing. He thinks he can be happy with what WAS.
  My angel cried, he cries with my grief. I got cold. My lips turned red, I feel a cold in my body, I am pressed against him more strongly. It does not help. My hair turns gray, or rather, it turns white, completely white, like its wings. They have become long. My eyes are glazed, but I seem to see myself from the side. I feel nothing but flames on my lips. I feel something superfluous in my body. It’s getting hard for me. I get out of bed, the angel is silent. It's so hard for me ... I'm falling ...
  ... Leaning on my hands, I tear myself off the floor, but something pulls down and hangs from behind. God, this is ... WINGS ...
  I have wings! My body is pale pink. My lips are red. My heart is cold ...
  ... I am sitting on the windowsill, and he is sleeping. Finally, he is sleeping. He works a lot. I feel pain. I am sitting still. I see his pain, the pain of loss. He lost ... me. He cries in a dream, or rather, tears scratch my cheeks. He was stupid, but not for me to judge. He thought that everything will be in time, but did not. I became for him that whom he did not even know about. He does not believe in angels. And I will sit on the windowsill, and watch his dreams. I will hide it from sorrows, illnesses, fears and troubles.
  He will be with her! And I'm with him! But every night I will cry for myself for him!
  Someone always becomes someone an angel, but is it hard to say this right away?

   Wednesday, January 05, 2011 5:55 p.m. + in quote sheet

A little angel sat on a cloud with his legs dangling. He watched the city, which seemed to him an anthill. Suddenly, in the window of a house, he saw a familiar face.
  “This is she,” the angel thought, and slowly began to descend. Now his little legs had already touched the ground, he opened the door of the entrance and slipped into a small gap. He climbed to the ninth floor and was next to that door.

With a small pen he touched the bell, and his piercing scream alarmed the silence. “Who is it?” A once-familiar voice asked.
  - It's me, Angel.
  - I don’t know any angel. You must have made a mistake in the apartment!
  -No no, I was not mistaken! It's me, Angel ... open please ...
The door opened and the angel saw HER. She was no longer that ... Tormented, pale, in an old robe ... "Is it really you? What happened to you?!" Exclaimed the Angel.
  -Do we know each other??? I see you for the first time. What you need? Why are you here?
  The girl looked with dull eyes and did not understand anything.
  -You do not remember anything?
  -Not. I am very tired, and I advise you to quickly get out of here. Especially since my husband will come soon. I think he will not be very happy to see strangers in his house. She sat at the table and turned her back to the Angel. The angel came closer to her and timidly hugged her shoulders, pressed against her back with his little body. “I'll show you something now, promise that you will leave immediately” ... She took off her dressing gown, and on her perfect body, on her peachy back, in the area of \u200b\u200bthe shoulder blades, there were two terrible scars ... “Now go away” ....

The doorbell rang and she started. Hurriedly got up from her chair and ran to open the door. That was her husband. “And who else ???” - the husband muttered displeasedly. "He's already leaving," the girl looked sternly at Angel. "I am hungry, in 5 minutes I will come to eat," said the husband. The girl hurried to the kitchen. “The door is there,” the man pointed at the door. “Get out!”

There were tears in Angel's big eyes.
  -Where ITS Wings ??? Where are you doing her wings? She had huge white wings. Why did you cut them off ??? You ruined her! ”The Angel choked in tears.
  -You understand, we love each other ... And, accordingly, we sleep together! And you know how the wings prevented this! She was uncomfortable lying on her back, so I cut them off! Now everything is in order with us! We are happy!

An angel has already gone outside where it was wet snow ...
  "And yet you do not love each other !!! She will die with you ..." the angel shouted after ... The man ran out into the street, but the Angel was already high ...
  "WHY ??? WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING THIS SO ???", the man shouted, looking up to heaven.
  “BECAUSE LOVE WINGS ARE NEVER HINDERED,” whispered the Angel ...

   Wednesday, January 05, 2011 5:58 p.m. + in quote sheet

I slowly wandered along the multi-colored stripes of the rainbow, counting the steps. Interestingly, but how many more do you need to do to get to the end? Some strange thoughts creep into my head, I thought, because today I’ve already been spoiled by the mood - the senior angel assigned me some guy on the ground. I really didn’t think that I would have to do such boring work. It’s much more interesting to count clouds, catch raindrops, create fragile snowflakes or at worst, just walk along the rainbow and count the steps.
Brrrr how not hunting to go down. This thought makes me tremble, but it’s my job, each of us has a destiny, mine is to observe and help people, and there’s nothing to be done about it. And they have everything as usual - gray and boring. They are all kind of strange: they do not notice the beautiful, but manage to spend so much time on empty matters, but at the same time they confidently consider them very important and necessary. Ugh, look disgusting. I don’t even want to think that I’ll be stuck in this hole for the next 70-80 years, for me this is certainly not a lot, but I do not want to waste even such a small amount of time. Oh, okay, I’ll count it to the end and go down to the ground to look at the next item of storage.
  Three hundred fifty seven million, three hundred fifty eight million, three hundred fifty eight million, three hundred fifty nine million, three hundred and sixty. Well, here I am on earth, slowly wandering along the riverbank, and looking at the mountains. Something I was distracted, I also need to fly to the city. Slightly audible, I took off the ground and flew.
  This is the house I need.
  “One, two, three, - here, it seems, is the window that I am looking for.” Slowly flew up to him, I made my way inside. Dark blue curtains were tightly drawn, from this twilight reigned in the room.
  “Hee hee hee, that’s where my fun begins,” I muttered, opening the curtains so that a small ray of sun slowly crawled into the room. In the morning, he joyfully and cheerfully began to study his face. Brown hair was cast in the color of golden wheat, a straight nose, a strong-willed chin and a gentle smile lit up his face. It is interesting that he dreams once he smiles so. Maybe the seashore, blue clouds or simple banal human things from which they are delighted.
  I’m far from the perfect angel, I thought and decided to start the game. Going to the bedside table, near his bed, I just pressed one button on a round alarm clock, made in the form of a globe. And the blue object began to make unpleasant sounds.
  The guy stirred, his hand automatically turned off the alarm. Surprisingly, he did not continue to sleep, but, stretching sweetly, opened his eyes and smiled when he saw a ray of sunlight entering the room.
A strange instance came across, usually if I start to joke a little, who likes it, everyone just gets angry and curses, and this one has a smile on his face. I was so confused that I just stopped getting angry and didn’t notice how I started to smile. And the guy is still pretty and his smile is charming. While I was thinking about which ward came under my wing, he had already managed to get up and head to the bathroom. Slyly flashing my eyes, I headed after him. Having perched on the entrance, I was able to study it more thoroughly: a rather tall, with a beautiful figure, straight Greek God, who descended from Olympus. Although what I mean, these stupid people believed that there is a mountain on which all the Gods live, they do not know anything at all, although they think that they will conquer the world soon. They are still far from comprehending peace and perfection. All of them initially carry a piece of evil and a flaw, without realizing it, they strive for the ideal, but they will never achieve it.
  Something I deferred and completely distracted. And at that time he carefully brushed his teeth. A pleasant surprise made me smile, the second time during my stay on the ground, the color of the toothbrush, like the whole bathroom, was my favorite blue. It turns out that our tastes are somewhat similar.
  Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, I found out that there is a day off on earth. He did his usual business: doing homework, reading a book, talking on the phone, walking. And all this time I watched him with interest. Like before, all these human little things seemed so stupid to me, and when he did them, it was even funny to look at all this from the side. I did not have time to look around, as the first working day came to an end. The black blanket of the night slowly laid down on the city, only small holes-stars - letting in the light, helped people to stay on track.
  I sat on the windowsill and watched as the glowing dots-windows on the other side of the house fade out. Two small spots remained, probably soon, and their owners will finish all their affairs and go to bed. Hearing the quiet sniffing of my little man, I realized that you can go up.
  Having pushed off from the windowsill, I soared up and rushed, as it seemed to me, to the softest cloud. But in a split second they got ahead of me, and now some impudent angel was already sitting in my place of choice.
  - So, something I did not understand! This is my place, ”I exclaimed angrily.
  “But it doesn’t seem to be named,” I heard in reply.
Wow, this idiot has the nerve to be rude to me, well, no, I won’t let him. Slowly flying up from behind, I pulled the cloud over the edge so that it flew head over heels from it, like from the steepest hill. After observing his manipulations in the air, I quietly sank into place, and smiling victoriously, began to clean my wings. The night flew by unnoticed. The stars disappeared into the predawn silence and the sun, stretching sweetly, spread its rays. This meant that the second day of my work had already begun.
  I watched him from the side, and he, noticing anything, continued to gather at the university. He washed, did exercises, cooked breakfast. In a hurry, I almost forgot to take an umbrella when I left the house. And I moved the books, and they thundered to the floor. Surprised, he went to see what happened, and noticed a forgotten umbrella. What would he do without me, thoughts flashed through my head.
  I spent all day with him. I met many of his friends, pals, teachers and fellow students. Some are quite interesting, but there are some that you better not even encounter. And not one looks like my boy.
  The year of my work on earth passed unnoticed. Every morning I went downstairs to guard my little man. Sometimes, when he could not sleep for a long time, I stayed with him for the night. Slowly dropping down to the top of the closet opposite the bed she was watching him.
  Without noticing it, I became very attached to him. Now I could not imagine a day without my work. As soon as the first rays fell to the ground, I was already next to him, catching every moment. His smile, laughter, affectionate gaze, sadness in his eyes - all that without which I was very homesick and bored. I liked playing with him, it always turned out so fun and funny. Probably, everything would have remained this way, but She appeared in his life - a kind of Snow Queen - white, almost transparent skin, flaxen curls and piercing - a cold look. I looked at her and couldn’t understand how she could interest him. I will not argue, by earthly standards, she is very attractive. But what can this ice give him besides the cold?
  “Nothing,” I answered my own question.
  He just loved her. Love does not lend itself to explanation, is not subject to the laws, rules and theorems deduced on earth. Although I know where it comes from. Just playful cupid once again went on the hunt, and this time my boy became his prey.
Now my little man spent all his free time with her. Gave his tenderness, smile, warmed with his warmth and in every way guarded it.
  I did not like her at first sight. I was mad at her, at myself. Strange, this is the first time with me. You can’t even imagine who her angel was. I myself didn’t believe it until I saw how he wagged behind her. Yes, it was precisely that insolent who almost took my place. Seeing this, I was doubly against meeting my boy and this ice crystal.
  Every day, thousands of needles of jealousy pierced my heart, and I could not do anything about it. I did not understand what was happening to me, and did not know how to fix it. At any opportunity, I tried to hurt her, open my little man’s eyes, but he didn’t see my warnings, the arrow of the cupid hit exactly the target and I was not able to pull the edge of love from his heart. I had to put up with this, but now more and more often I was looking for an opportunity to fly up: to sit on a cloud and think. The counting of stars has recently ceased to interest me, I considered the intricate drawings in which they are folded. I looked in the sky for any trifle resembling him. At first I thought that everything would pass, come out of his heart as an ordinary hobby, but every day the hope for it was melting, how slowly but surely the March snow melts under the spring sun. Everything collapsed, broke like fragile glass on the day when she first stayed with him for the night. I sat, biting my lip on the windowsill, hearing how their breathing quickened, and saw how their bodies were united into a single whole. Unable to withstand this test, I shot up an arrow. The sky was suddenly inhaled by large dark gray clouds, which, like formidable giants, covered the whole city. A moment and the first drops of rain were heard, the first sincere and pure tears of an angel fell. If you think that angels do not know how to feel, you are deeply mistaken. They are very tender and vulnerable, they are easy to offend, destroy their immaculate soul.
  And the rain outside the window kept coming and going. Slowly dripping from the roof in a thin stream, drummed on the glass and slowly flowed into the huge puddles of sadness, sadness of a small and helpless angel.
Weeping quietly, I did not notice at all that the impudent angel also left his ward and, as if nothing had happened, cleaned his wings. Small droplets of rain flowed down my face, when suddenly on the left, in the chest area, something contracted, and I felt a sharp unbearable pain. Anxiety and fear, like steel chains bound me. Having overpowered all this, I sharply rushed down to my boy. Having flown to a familiar window and seeing it, I realized where this pain came from. He sat on the bed and looked at Her in dismay. She lay still, usually transparent-white skin, became even whiter. Barely tearing my eyes away from the couple, I saw her keeper and dark angel. A thought flashed through my mind - this is the end. There will be no more interference, no more queens, my boy will remain only mine, I will always be with him. My head was buzzing with so many thoughts, everything in my ears rang ... In this state, I accidentally caught his eye. Pain, unbearable pain, the one that slowly destroys everything around him, filled him. In my eyes I read fear and horror - the horror of losing her. I don’t remember anything, I only know that in my memory the words “knock by any means” knocked like a hammer. Memories will forever retain this look, filled with horror, fear and sadness.
  After a second, the room was filled with people, they were all in white coats. All out of breath, they immediately began to make some kind of manipulation with her body, but I knew very well that they were unlikely to help her. I have to act, otherwise it will be late, flashed through my head.
  In the blink of an eye, I flew up to the dark angel. I don’t remember exactly what he said, only fragments of our conversation remained in my memory. He said:
  - Sorry, it's not my fault that he could not save her. Now she must come with me.
  - No, you cannot do this, you cannot !!! What do you want in return, - I shouted that there are forces.
  “I don’t understand you,” he answered indifferently, “your man is alive and well, what else do you need?”
  “Can't you see how bad he is?” I want her to live! Do it, please, I begged him.
  -No, I can’t, I have no right.
  - What do you want? I will give you everything you ask, just fulfill my request, I asked with all my strength.
  “So be it, dear creature, I only do it because I really liked you.” But remember what you said, now you are my debtor.
  “Well, I will do everything you ask,” I said with all my strength, dropping down to my usual place, the top of the closet.
Recovering, I noticed that people also ran and fussed over a motionlessly lying body.
  “I did it, I did everything, now she will live,” I said triumphantly.
  The girl in my boy’s arms slowly opened her eyes. For people it was a miracle. They fussed even more. What naive they are, they do not understand that their stupid and absurd actions have nothing to do with it, if a dark angel rises to the ground, he will not leave without his sacrifice.
  What will happen next, I did not even ask this question, now it doesn’t matter, they will be together, they will be happy, my boy will be happy, and for me now this is the most important thing.
  I looked high at the flickering of people and for the first time I did not think about anything. All thoughts flew out of my head and flocks of birds flew away. Later, the girl was taken to the hospital, and my boy left with her. People were diagnosed with a heart attack. Now he cared for her twice as much, became for her an angel on earth.
  Night was replaced by day, and day by night. Everything was as before. At night, I ascended to heaven to look at the earth from above. But once I could not leave the earth. The girl became ill, my boy did not leave her for a minute, and all this time I was with them. I sat on the windowsill of the hospital room and watched the stars appear.
  “Hello, angel,” I heard a squeaky voice behind me, that day I didn’t even notice how unpleasant he was and cut my ears, “I came to receive a favor.”
  “Hello,” I answered, turning to face him, “I remember very well my duty.”
  I knew that once this was about to happen. I was not surprised by his appearance, I simply did not think that this would happen so soon.
  - It's good that you remember everything, you do not need to remind.
  - What do you want from me? I said indifferently at him.
  “I liked you, brave angel; you don’t often meet one like that.” I decided to take you with me.
  “With me,” I said slowly, in syllables.
  After reading the dumb fear in my eyes, and smiling maliciously, he replied:
  “What did you think: the cost of living is great.”
  - I did not think anything, well, it will be the way you want. Do I have time to say goodbye?
  “Exactly five minutes, and then we will leave the earth.”
I flew up to my boy. He gently hugged the sleeping girl. The last time I looked into his eyes, I read so much love and affection in them, calm and serenity. My choice was made correctly. This look will forever remain in my memory. I will remember him as I am now. May he be happy, and I will be double happy. With these thoughts I flew up to the dark angel:
  - I'm ready.
  - Okay, let's fly. You still have a lot to do today. You need to have time to register in the ledger, change wings and cleanse the soul of all that is good ...

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The boy got lost. He understood this, frantically looking around, clearly realizing that there was no mother nearby, he was alone in this huge city, with people running somewhere, dirty puddles reflecting in the sky, which made the sky not blue at all, but gray and frightening, with monster clouds and a very dim unsmiling sun. The boy was small, he was just starting to talk, clearly pronouncing just a few words, those that he often needed to communicate with mom and dad. Therefore, he was afraid, louder than his heart. He had been scared before, either from strict daddy's eyes, or from a friend who had swung at him, or simply from the darkness before going to bed. But as scary as he had never been before.

It was possible to scream, cry, someone would pay attention to him, but the boy was even more afraid of strangers than his urban loneliness, about which his mother had told terrible things more than once and forbidden to communicate with unfamiliar uncles and aunts. He looked around, and unexpectedly decided for himself that he would just sit on a bench in the garden while his mother, and she would be looking for him, would finally find him.

The boy chose the bench, which seemed the brightest in the spring garden, because the gloomy sun, ignoring the big trees and low bushes that woke up after the winter, the swings that were sad without children, the dying snowdrifts brown from the dirty snow, collecting all the heat that was still there so little after a long winter, warmed a green bench under an old maple. The bench was light, it seemed a warm and smiling pink smile, and the boy suddenly felt that it was on this bench that a big sunny hare lay curled up.

The boy sat on a bench and stroking a sun hare, feeling the warmth of the green of a wooden board, and began to wait patiently.

- Do not be afraid of anything. - Suddenly the boy heard a confident and calm voice. He looked around and saw next to him a fair-haired boy, very similar to him, dressed in an unusual white clothing. They were so white that the boy thought it was snowing.

  - Who are you? The boy asked, wondering at himself, since a minute ago, he almost did not know how to speak.

  “Do not be surprised,” said the new acquaintance, “now you are not speaking with words, but with your heart, I hear you well and understand you, my heart hears.” I am your Guardian Angel and I have been with you for a long time, since your very birth. I keep you from accidental adventures. Always.

  - So it's true! - the boy rejoiced, - It is true that angels exist! Wow! And what is your name?

  “My name is by no means.” A name to call, to address, but I do not need to call, I am always with you. If you want to talk to me, just say: "My guardian angel."

  - Mom told me that there is a God, and I myself think so, I just know very little about him and don’t understand much. Have you seen God? What is he like?

  - Listen, baby. Do you see the world around you? Do you see this coming spring, slowly melting snow, rivulets-snakes, falling blue of the sky, so that sometimes you feel dizzy, this big old maple tree that has survived many winters and springs, the sun, which is getting warmer and more affectionate day by day? Do you feel the warmth of a green bench, the breeze kissing the top of your head, the salty taste of your tears? You know that summer will come soon, then autumn will come, you will grow up, you will have your children, then grandchildren? All this is life, the world in which we live, existing. All this was created by God, in all this we see him, his love for us and all life on earth, for all human details.

  “So, God created all-all-all?” And me too?

  - The best creation of God, the crown of his creation is a man, that is, you too, baby.

  - And mother said that there are bad people in the world. Are they also God's creations?

  “Even the worst person is a child of God, his son.” There are naughty children, you yourself are occasionally capricious and do not listen to your mother. God also loves naughty children, he is waiting for them to improve. But the joy of disobedience is short, and eternal life with God is infinite. Therefore, the disobedient children of God will suffer after death.

  “What is death?” Asked the angel boy.

- Death is immortality. God made man out of the dust by breathing spirit into him with his strength and love. When the human body dies, it again turns to dust, and the spirit returns to its father - God. When your house is destroyed, your life on this earth, then you will live in the house of God. And you will live as you deserve it with your earthly deeds and actions.

  “While your mother is looking for you, I will tell you a few tales about God so that you can feel the wings that have not yet appeared behind you,” suggested the Angel.

I, the Lord your God, may you have no other gods besides Me

There lived a cheerful sailor in the world. He sailed for a long time and for a long time, the sailors say "walked" on a large and strong ship. Many different seas, countries, people in these countries were seen by the Sailor. The countries were different - hot and cold, kind and evil, small and large, sad and joyful. And people in these countries lived differently, they had different clothes, houses, skin color, customs, traditions and beliefs.

One day, the Sailor arrived in a country where the inhabitants, gathering together, were spinning in multi-colored dresses around a large stone pillar on which someone's face was carved. They raised their hands to the sky, sang songs in an incomprehensible language and fell to their knees. The sailor was a good guy, he never offended people and was always happy to meet new people who were still unfamiliar to him. Therefore, without gifts, the Sailor never came to a new country. So now he came with a big bag of sweets to present to a new tribe. People were delighted at the delicacies of the Sailor, and in response to his gift, they handed him the same pillar, only a small one, saying that this pillar was the God of the tribe. If you also pray to him, as these people do, then the Sailor will be saved from all the troubles and misfortunes of the traveler. The Sailor took the little donated God and went on in his mighty ship.

Residents of another country told him that sailors traveling through the harsh seas and oceans need to pray to the Sea God. Then this Sea God of the Sailor will protect from sea adversity.

The people of the third country explained to the Sailor that there is no God in their country, and there can be no God, because they do everything themselves, which they also advise him. The main thing, they said, was that your ship should be strong, but strong hands - you will not be lost.

But the day came when the sky fell into the sea, the wind ceased to be the wind and turned into a hurricane. The waves, like big tongues, tried to lick the ship of the Sailor, and it seemed that the ocean was about to swallow the traveler with the ship. Fear seized the Sailor with huge black wings, so intense was the fear that there was nothing for man to breathe, and his heart turned into an ice piece.

The Sailor remembered the inhabitants of the third country, their words about human power, and decided that he would cope with the riot of an angry ocean himself. But the weak arms of man could not hold the sails inflated by the wind. Sails broke and flew into the sea.

Then the Mariner thought about the inhabitants of the second country and about the Sea God whom these inhabitants worshiped. He began to earnestly pray to him, asking him for protection and help in his distress. But the sailor's cry remained unanswered, only he heard the peals of thunder, the roar of the waves, but he saw bright flashes of lightning. The mast of the ship broke, and tongues of waves licked it.

Then the Mariner grabbed the little stone God, fell to his knees and began to pray him for his salvation. But the stone God looked at him indifferently until the next wave washed away overboard the Sailor himself.

The God went to the bottom, and the Sailor suddenly realized that there are no other gods except the One God, and everything that happens to us, everything around us, everything from God the One - waves, their mouths screaming, restless salt sea, thundering clouds , stones, his ship, he himself, dying in the depths of the sea, and all-all-all. And then a terrible cold left the heart of the Sailor, a great love for God melted the ice-heart. Of the last forces, the Sailor turned to God with Prayer and Faith for his salvation. His prayer was so sincere, and Vera was strong, that at that moment the storm stopped, the good eyes of the stars appeared in the sky, the water became warm, and the heart of the Sailor was calm and happy. Because most of all he was glad not for his salvation, but for the fact that his soul now knew that there is no God but the One True One. And Faith in God placed hope and love in his heart.

“So the Sailor escaped because he believed?” The boy asked.

- God loved the Sailor before. God just wanted to save his soul, which without Faith would perish forever, - the Angel smiled.

“And if the sky turned blue, then God’s mood was good, Guardian Angel?” - the boy asked one more question.

- Whatever the sky, gloomy or joyfully blue, whatever the day, whatever this day brings, bright joys or sorrowful fogs, God always loves us. He knows that we love and remember him in joy and sorrow.

Want to hear another tale?

Do not make yourself an idol or any image of what is in the sky above, what is on the earth below and what is in the waters below the earth; do not worship and do not serve them .

The father had three sons - Senior, Middle and Younger. And although their father and mother were the same, as is often the case, the sons were completely different from each other.

The eldest was tall and handsome, smart and lucky. He achieved a lot in his life and valued himself above all. He loved himself very much. What to do here? He thought that the main thing in life is money, health, strength. No one could argue with him. The Eldest Son was very stubborn.

The average growth did not succeed, and did not come out with the mind. But he was lucky in life, luck was always with him, as if he carried it with him in a shoulder bag. And Medium believed that the whole point is that he has a magical picture. In the picture, that old grandfather is painted, a stern grandfather, unsmiling, his eyes are narrowed, his beard is long, his clothes are rich. As you need something average, let him kiss the picture, whisper different words, beat the bows. It turned out often with him, so he thought that this grandfather was the most important and important one in the world. So he loved this grandfather with all his heart.

The youngest son was not at all handsome, his character was quiet calm. Not everything in life succeeded him, but if he did not succeed, he waited for a bright and transparent day, went to a clean field and asked for a changeable wind and the sun was hotter about his desire, complained to him about his fate, and asked for a better fate.

Hard times have come. The bread did not spawn, the war began. What do the sons do? The elder hopes for himself, the middle one with a picture sits, the younger in the field to the clear sun, and prays to the wind.

There is always another force to power. Enemies of the Elder were captured, tied with ropes, thrown into prison.

The picture didn’t help. Hungry children sit, pour tears, ask for bread.

The sun disappeared, the wind changed, it became cold, rain fell on the ground, it stands on a wall. The Younger caught a cold, lies hot, it is bad for him, the Younger aches all the bones.

The father of the brothers did not cry, did not grumble, but kept repeating: "For all the will of God." The elder of the family believed in only One God, loved him, prayed to him, not asking for anything, thanked everyone who lived for the day. The man believed, God will not leave his sons in trouble.

God heard the prayers of his father, returned to him the sons of fools.

  “You are my foolish sons,” said the father. - There are no forces except God the One, everything around is created by him. You are his sons. The sun, wind, grass, road and stars are his creations, all that we see and feel, all this is God. To love and pray, to honor and give thanks, to wait and believe, to hope and to serve - he alone needs. You can bow to starry flowers, and emerald grass, and a stone pillar, because he created all this, he is subject to it, all this reminds us of the One God. The shining of stars, the strength of the stone, the heat of the stove, the beat of the heart - God the One True, loving you.

  “So, the father taught the sons that they did not believe in the power of anyone other than God?” - thought the boy.

  “And there is no other force, neither human, nor material, nor natural,” answered the Angel. “You need to understand this, baby.” Understand and believe.

  - And how can you get to God? Need to scream out loud? ”Asked the Boy.

  “God always hears you, do not try to shout louder, you can just turn to him in thoughts, always remember him,” said the Angel.

  - Not tired, my friend? Continue our conversation?

  “That you are an angel,” the boy answered. - Tell me more.

III

Do not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.

Lucky and rich was the Merchant. Many different goods were in his shop. There are multicolored silk and lace openwork, bright ribbons and airy muslin. Trading with the Merchant went well. The merchant decided that God helps him, and if he helps, he took it as a custom, as soon as the buyer enters the shop, the Merchant immediately said to himself: "Lord, help me sell!" It seemed to him that his invented saying seemed to work. He was rich day by day. And in the spring I decided to go to a neighboring city, to bring my goods for sale. He loaded a full cart, said to himself, “Lord, help me sell!” And set off on a long journey.

The Merchant is coming, dear spring, looks around and enjoys life. To meet him on a horse a black officer. Beautiful, proud, the form on it, although the road is distant, not a dust fly, not a mote.

Two travelers talked, and decided to dine together by evening. They made a hot fire, boiled the fragrant gull, and conversations began. The merchant is all about his trade, and the Officer is about his military valor, about heroic battles. The officer boasted, boasted, take it, and say: “I swear to God, I never lost a fight!”

The officer had just said this, when a horse's clatter was heard, and fierce robbers jumped out of the forest. They were unkind people, they offended travelers. Here it is now. They plundered the merchant’s good, the horse was taken from the officer, they didn’t kill anyone well.

The merchant and the officer remained in the open field without money, food and their clothes, beaten, sitting, grieving. Then the Old Man came out of the forest. Gray-haired, straight back, eyes blue-blue. He went to the poor fellow, listened to their story, all their life they have told him to this day. The Old Man shook his head:

“You are sinful people,” he says. - One name of God doesn’t commemorate out of place, another swears by that name. So the Lord turned away from you, did not protect from adversity. Too often, you turned to him for nothing. It is necessary to speak with God in private, in sincere prayer, in a heartfelt conversation, turn to him, awe, the sacred name of God causes every creature on our earth to sin, and you insult the Lord with your mindless lips. Let’s tell you, empty chimes.

The Old Man turned around and went back into the forest.

And the Merchant and the Officer remained alone on the road, asking God to forgive.

“Did you, boy, understand this commandment?” The sacred name of God, you can not use it in empty conversations, different jokes, vows unworthy.

“I see, Angel.” - answered the boy. “I will even think about God and his beautiful name with love and respect.” I just don’t know if I can do that.

- Of course you know how. All good people think and do well.

Work and do all your work for six days, and the seventh is the day of rest, which you dedicate to the Lord your God.

Once upon a time there was one good, intelligent man. His work was interesting, he liked very much, for example, he worked as a car mechanic, he repaired cars - trucks and cars, complex and not so, old and new, red and white, all sorts of different things. He had many friends, he loved them all, therefore they loved him, went to him as a free minute was given out, and it was given out, as a rule, on weekends. Therefore, man had very little time, but there were many plans. He planned to do a lot of good things in life for others. He wanted to write fairy tales, and to give orphans his care and attention, and help the elderly with something, and pray for the sick. But even he didn’t have time to go to church once a week. That time is not enough, then the forces. So all the plans and remained with him only plans, affairs set aside for "someday." Days passed by days, weeks after weeks, and a good man lived in eternal bustle - work on weekdays, friends on weekends.

And then one day this man got sick. He fell ill so badly that he could not work; he could not spend the weekend with friends either. All that remained for him was to lie in bed. Lying and thinking.

His soul was full of some kind of poison, blind, weak-willed and helpless. She would have to be tinged in the blossoming night of a gray flower with the high sound of a violin, so plaintively, piercingly, blurring into the pearl distance into which you were lost somewhere.

A man honestly thought about his life and realized that the Lord God had given him this disease out of love for him, taking care of his soul at all not bad, but very busy. So busy that there was already very little room for God in it. So the Lord God made it so that a man stopped in his daily run, remembered God and turned to him, talked to him for all the missed Sundays. God stopped the running of time for man, so that this man could finally do his good deeds.

And the longing of man reached the peak of my tenderness and love of God. The man thanked God for the opportunity given to him and for understanding this opportunity. A man dedicated to God all the days spent in a hospital bed. He promised that as soon as he recovers, he will take up the fulfillment of his good plans, and will never again miss a single Sunday for fellowship with God.

The man was sincere, God saw this, forgave the man, and the man recovered.

  “And I often talk with God,” the boy said, “how do I know if he has enough time to talk to me or not?”

- One day in the week should be dedicated to God, boy, this is Sunday, in honor of the Resurrection of Christ. Of course, you can talk with God whenever you want, but never forget about Sunday, ”the Angel explained.

  - And sometimes on a summer night bright, bright stars burn in the sky, and quietly so that you can hear a grasshopper chirping at a grandmother in the garden. He's probably green and bored. The leaves on the apple tree froze, as if listening to the silence and song of a grasshopper, but I want to cry. What is it, angel? - asked the baby.

  - This is your conversation with God. This is Love.

And the Angel also had a tear. He probably remembered his conversations with God.

  Honor your father and mother, may you be blessed on earth and long lasting.

The young man was young and hot, and therefore just because he was young, he considered himself very smart, experienced, understanding everything in life. Annoyed by his advice from uneducated old people and parental instructions. “They don’t understand anything in life!”, The young man thought and did everything in his own way. He did not know yet that parental love is much more than any knowledge.

So the young man left home, he wanted to live without advice and guidance. Wandered around different countries, worked, fought, the bustle was spinning, beckoning, making everyone forget, and  never remembered his parents.

And then one day the enemy wounded a young man, severely wounded, a young man lost a lot of blood. He lies raving under a tree, it hurts him and is painful. And he calls in his delirious fever: “Mom! Mom-ah! ” Therefore, as a person in sorrow and trouble, even just stumbling in the street, the mother immediately remembers. And the maternal heart felt trouble with its child. Father's mother sent to her son, her heart shuddered from the misfortune of her sons.

Father found the young man under the tree, and although he was already old, he dragged him home. It was hard for the old man, but he knew that he himself would die on the way, but would not abandon his son.

The parents of the son came out. And then a new misfortune - they slandered the young man, they say, he threw his comrades into the battlefield, ran away in cowardice. The young man is led under guard by soldiers who are angry, angry, the whole village points at the young man with a finger, spits at him, throws stones. Suddenly, meadow cornflowers fell to his feet, blue and blue like the sky, on a dirty and dusty road they lay a stream of spilled sun, a bright spot, giving hope. This is his mother, believing and not believing in slander, she knew that she loved him and would always love, no matter how her son was, so she threw flowers at his feet so that the young man knew and remembered motherly love. There is no tender and lasting parental love given by the Lord God to all his children. This love is always there, like your empty palm, like tired daylight, like the sun rejoicing today in the near spring, like a night called for by the arrow of longing for forgotten parents.

- And what is tenderness? The boy asked.

- Ltd! This is love to the seventh heaven, if childish. - answered the Angel, - this is love with tears of happiness and tenderness, the love that the Lord himself gives us.

- Is there more or less love? People often ask me who I love mom or dad more.

- There is no quantity in love. Either there is love or not, the angel said sternly.

Do not kill.

The girl fell in love for the first time. For the first time, she wanted to sing all the time, look at the clouds, stroke the white lazy cat, inhale the autumn air deeply, listen to the endless whisper of falling leaves and rejoice, rejoice, rejoice. She loved this world so much! She even liked the weather. She was happy.

But, unfortunately, our love is not always reciprocal. It happens that someone loves, but he does not exist at all. And so it happened to the girl. Her chosen one did not like and told her about it. Badly said so, rudely, sharply.

Collapsed, the girl’s soul flew with a stone after such words. The world has changed, it has become completely different - a stranger, cold, not needed. She suddenly alone, settled in the winter night, surrendering to her blackness, and she became the same, suffering louder than her heart. Making her way with snow that night, the girl froze, and she became unbearably sad.

She wore her favorite dress, the color of ripe wheat, and went to the river, deciding that now there was no need for her to live, let the river take her into her cold waters. A beautiful woman came ashore, looked around: the river was noisy, dark, the bottom could not be seen, her head was spinning from looking at it. Only the sky knows the limits of our forces.

The girl was looking at the river, and suddenly, she was scared, she realized that she wanted to take her own life, precious possession of God. Life, which God gave her, as a huge gift, and which she does not have the right to dispose of like this. The girl prayed to God that the Lord had instructed her, and the world again became beautiful for her, because his love of God, eternal, eternal, beautiful, painted him. The gloomy heart of the girl melted from this love.

“But not only you cannot kill yourself, but others too ?!” - the boy looked inquiringly at Angel.

“Without a doubt, dear, the life of each of us is God's property.” I just want to warn you that murders are not only obvious. - The angel took the boy's hand in his palm. - Anyone who hates a person wishes him death - he is called a murderer. Anyone through whom temptation comes is also a murderer. But you, my dear, you certainly won’t be that way, your soul is pure, able to love.

VII

Do not commit adultery.

(don't betray love)

Once two people looked into each other's eyes, and the world became different for them.

The sun was shining only for the two of them, the trees rustled with joy together with them and bowed only to the two of them, the grass whispered their names and covered the silk carpet only under their feet, the birds played hide and seek and, invisible to the eye, were trilled only for them two. Joy and happiness seized them in their arms and shook them like babies.

Two people fell in love. Fell in love so that they decided never to part and become husband and wife before God and people, gave  the promise to live together all my life and share together both joy and sorrow.

The wife kept the household, the husband did everything so that this household did not know the worries and problems. They had children. Children loved their parents, parents of children and each other.

Everything always happens “once”. And then one day, my husband went away from home to a neighboring city, apparently, on business for business. He walked around the city, looked around, examined new places, and suddenly, he saw a beautiful woman, so beautiful that he took his breath away. The husband forgot about his beloved wife, about how he called her the only and named one, and went, without looking back, behind the beauty.

So the husband began to pay a visit to this city in order to meet with the beauty. But evil tongues of unkind people will always be found. They told his wife that there was another woman, and that her husband was going to her.

The sun faded for the wife, the trees froze, they did not move a leaf, the grass covered with cold dew, like a tear, covered, the crow crowed. And the heart of the poor loving woman could not stand it and stopped.

This is the price of a betrayal of a family sanctified and blessed by the Lord God.

“I will never betray my family, my mom and dad,” the child said.

“Of course,” agreed the Angel, “but someday you will have your own family, beloved woman, your wife.” Remember now: the wife is alone for life. Love her and be faithful to her.

- I’ll grow up, be sure !!

VIII

Do not steal.

A tramp sat under an old bridge and was starving. He drank cold river water, wrapped himself in an old matting and began to think about his short life. He had parents, a shoemaker father and a weaver mother, had brothers and sisters, had a wife and children. Where is all this now? Why is he sitting alone under the old bridge?

When he was a boy, the first time he stole apples in a neighboring garden. The apples were unripe, sour and smelled of pretty leaves, but they seemed tasty to him because they were strangers. The next day, his mother fell ill. He really wanted to help his mother, and therefore stole a wallet in the market, wanting to please his mother with gingerbread cookies. But the next day, the mother died.

This went on all my life. A man stole something, and then something very important and expensive passed away from his life. So he lost his family and ended up in this damp hole, in cold and hunger.

An old woman walked past and handed the tramp a piece of bread. He grabbed the bread, and, suddenly thinking, broke off half and gave this half to the birds. Man did this for the first time in his life. The first time he shared his life with someone else. The birds began to cheer joyfully and throw themselves at the bread crumbs.

And then a strange and good event happened. A ship captain walking by called a tramp as a sailor onto his ship.

The tramp was glad to heaven, he had just been saved from death. He began to pray and thank God for his good fortune. And during the prayer, a man understood that every stolen thing, every even the smallest theft takes away something important and expensive in return from us. And every thing given to another out of mercy adds something good in our lives.

- Taking someone else's bad, I know this from kindergarten. And if no one finds out that I took it? - asked the boy.

- Nobody may know from people, but God sees everything, nothing can be hidden from him, therefore it is useless to steal. Secret for God does not exist.

“So you also have to share with others?” Mom always told me that you can’t be greedy.

- Good girl! - An angel stroked the boy on the head.

Do not give false testimony.

The girl all the time bragged and lied. She herself wanted to be what she was in her stories: beautiful, courageous, fun. At first, she knew that she was lying, and over time, she herself began to believe in what she had invented.

And one day a new girl came to the class where the girl was studying. The new one was modest, obedient and unusually beautiful. Pupils immediately fell in love with the new one, invited her to play, the boys defended her from strangers, the girls wore her bright ribbons, and the teachers praised her when she answered at the blackboard.

The girl got angry, she spent so much effort to be herself in the class, and then this new one suddenly, just so won the love of classmates. And the girl decided to go against the truth again. She spoke about the newcomer of all sorts of nasty things, so that her guys would fall out of love.

But nothing came of the lying girl. They didn’t want to stick to the new girl’s dirty words, everyone still loved her, but they ceased to be friends with the girl at all, no one likes the evil people.

“Never sin on the truth, son,” said the Angel. - Do not lie to yourself or to others. All one truth will come out. God will open it.

“Honestly, I won’t,” the boy promised.

- A person will have to give an answer to God for every word that he says. And for the "honest" word is doubly, - answered the Angel

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Do not wish anything else.

I would like to tell you another tale, ”the Angel bowed his head thoughtfully,“ but I don’t know at all what it will be. ”

If you remember this tale, then it will be easier to understand all the others and it is easier to fulfill all the other commandments. Because our desire is the root and the beginning of the act, the source of our bad deeds.

Once upon a time there was an Artist. With his multi-colored paints, he painted beautiful paintings, on which was everything that the Artist saw, how he felt. The world in the artist’s paintings was beautiful. The sun was shining so that people, looking at the picture, began to smile, rejoicing on a sunny day. The sea seemed alive, many listened, trying to hear the splashing of its waves. The people in the paintings were so kind that it seemed that they were about to reach out and say, “You are my best friend!”

The artist walked around the world and gave away his paintings, bringing people joy and love. He knew that there was no artist in the world, better than him.

Once the Artist came to a distant city, where he had never been before. He wandered through unfamiliar streets, looked around and, suddenly, saw the Master who, like him, stood on the street with an easel and painted a picture.

The Artist approached the Master, looked at his work. The Artist saw that the work of the Master is better than his. The picture of the Master was beautiful. Everything seemed to be in it, like the artist himself, but the sky was deeper, the sun was livelier, people were happier, and I wanted to pick up the picture itself, look at it for a long, long time, and then never give it to anyone. The Artist understood that he was not the best in the world, that the Master was more talented than him.

Black envy settled in the soul of the Artist, he wanted the Master to disappear from the face of the earth, so that the Master was blind and could never draw again, so that it happened that the Artist was the only one in the world again, only his paintings would be needed by people. And at this moment, when the Artist wished all misfortunes to the Master in his soul, his soul became different, his soul changed. Instead of a transparent fresh source of good and love, his soul turned into a black clot of hatred and anger.

So from this day he stopped. The artist ceased to be an artist, because he could no longer paint his beautiful paintings.create your with a radiant brush, strange mirages that used to reflect his bright eyes So that the Artist wouldn’t draw, everything turned out ugly, disgusting, such that no one even wanted to look at the picture a second time. Was in the pictures  a snowy steel void, and only the smelling wind will either whisper, or stroke, will remind you of the lost talent.

God took the gift of drawing from him. Talent is given only to happy people. And happy people cannot be evil, greedy, envious. They are happy with their love for the world, God, their heart is open to all, mercifully and enormously.

- God deprived the Artist of talent only for his wish of a bad person to another person? - asked the boy.

“You see, child, when you wish your neighbor, and in this world we are all neighbors, who are bad, a seed of evil falls in your heart and begins to grow, filling with ourselves all the good that was in your soul.” Just as a weed destroys beautiful flowers, so evil in your soul destroys the love that God has given you. And then your arms and legs, your body, listening to the orders of the growing evil, begin to do disgusting things.

“Should we be content with what God has given us and not want someone else?”

- Good girl, baby! And thank God for what he gave us.

Angel hugged the boy:

- Our conversation was long, I hope that it’s not for nothing that you and I sat in this park, chatted, talked. Remember, baby, these simple truths that are so difficult to observe if there is no God in your soul, and which are so simple to fulfill if God is in your soul, which means Love.

We will no longer see you, You will grow up, and I can talk, only with children. But you know, wherever you are, no matter what you do, I am always with you. I will keep you from human evil, from ridiculous accidents, from yourself, stupid. But you yourself take care of yourself and your divine soul, the only one in the world.

The angel kissed the Boy and disappeared. And at that very moment the Boy saw his mother, who ran to him and smiled happily.

Fairytale and mysterious always happens in this world. Just ordinary people do not always see it. But magic lives side by side with them ...

The tall necromancer twirled a bottle of some kind of potion in his long, slightly bony fingers. On the floor, comfortably perched on pillows, a red-haired angel sat, listening to what the magician who had called her with the pentagram said. The fact that angels are not called in pentagrams has long worried no one. The large wings folded behind their backs trembled slightly, and the angel herself was eating a carrot.

You have some kind of uninteresting tale, ”said the heavenly maiden, bowing her head.

Just the beginning! And in general, I don’t like it — I won’t tell, ”the dark magician said calmly.

Yes, like, like ... - an angel named Angel frowned, and the necromancer smiled a little while his friend was looking off to the side.

Sitting comfortably and not waiting for indignation at the absence of a fairy tale from the red-haired, he continued ...

  ... And now, at the end of the day, two girls were walking along the edge of the field: a tall blonde and a fair-haired woman who was a cut below her companion.

Shini, Helga, where are you going? - the peasant woman who just worked at the edge of the field called out to the girls.

Mother sent the thyme into the forest, - the fair-haired answered.

Let her come to us! - the woman shouted in the back to the departed girls.

  Tired, the blonde thought.

  “I agree,” followed the mental answer from the one below.

The forest was passed, and the girls were in the wasteland, where the locals were afraid to go. They used to say that on the full moon, witches are arranging sabbaths here. Is it so, no one knew, but everyone believed. Looking around, the blonde, who was called Helga, snapped her fingers. Short cotton and sisters (according to the locals) crashed to the ground near the rocks in the north of the wasteland. Squinting softly, the blond-haired woman cursed and turned to her companion.

Kochai, I’ll rip your ears off for that!

Do not swear, - the culprit of a not soft landing smiled.

Wild barking and screams were heard from the cave in the rock, and a well-rumpled knight ran out from the entrance to someone’s cloister, on whose long-suffering head he fell, or rather, a bouquet of river irises was aimed at it. Flying past the girls, the guy jumped on his horse and drove away from this place with all the dope. Helga looked at her friend in bewilderment, which she only shrugged. After Shinigami clapped her hands, and black shadows began to envelop her. They covered the girl’s body, becoming a long dress, her hair was now purple, and her hands were no longer human like: palms were covered with elegant metal gloves to the elbow with long claws. A moment, and two clusters of shadows on the top of the head became horns, folded as if from the vertebrae, and on the back grew small wings covered in skin; the shadows finished the image of the one from whom people shut the doors at night. The second girl mirrored the actions, and now in her place stood a white-haired devil, still higher than the first, but with animal features: a tail with a fluffy tassel, cat ears and paw hands. The demoness happily pulled herself up, stretched her shoulders and folded her wings. Taking a step towards the cave, she quietly said:

Well, kohai, let's go ...

The cave greeted the demons with unpleasant coolness and silence, as if some dogs had not kicked the knight out of here a minute ago.

Iri-i-iska-a, ”one of them called, right there, as if expecting this, dodging a flask with incomprehensible contents.

Shinya, I asked you not to call me that! came a cold voice from the darkness.

Under the frightened gaze of the white-haired, the demoness passed her hand in front of her, creating an object from the shadows. On the side, somewhere very close, there was a clang and a nasty rattle of metal on stones, and a brunette with unnaturally pale skin for a man appeared before the guests. In her right hand, she clutched the handle of a trophy sword. Meanwhile, the demoness frantically shook off the resulting object, which turned out to be blue ...

The Rose?! - the surprise of the second devil knew no bounds.

The mistress of the cave stopped, drew her sword from her hand, went up to the demoness holding the flower and, under her nervous smile, took the spiky beauty from its claws. Pulling the nose of the rose aroma, the brunette smiled and threw herself with embrace on Shini, why she almost fell. Now it was the turn to smile nervously at Helge.

Can someone explain to me what is happening here and why is this girl hugging my teacher ?! cried the devil.

Shi-yin, who’s that? - Without breaking her arms, said the mistress of the cave.

Kochai mine, ”the purple-haired shrugged.

It’s clear, oh ... - somehow quickly losing interest in a stranger, the girl pulled the demoness into her deeper, asking about some little things.

The demoness beckoned for a companion, immediately returning to a conversation with a dark-haired girl. The cave, into which the guests crossed, was larger and was slightly illuminated by two windows in the rocks. In the middle of the room was a table, and around his shop, on which there were many pillows.

I'm having tea! - with these words, the brunette disappeared behind the skin of some large beast.

And who is she? .. - finally asked the devil.

There were bewitching sounds of some string instrument, and the demoness closed her eyes with a smile. Turning around, the white-haired woman saw on the far bench a guy who played this unpretentious melody.

Is she something? She is a princess, - the minstrel began to be responsible for the demoness. “Her sorcerer abducted her seven years ago for himself.” True, then he did not know that the royal child would get to his bottle-jars and drink the blood of a vampire, mistaking it for juice. And the sorcerer, when he learned that the girl drank, ran away ... Only no one knows, ”the narrator grinned slyly. “Here, one lady brought a couple of infernal dogs to the guard for the princess,” the tone changed, but the demoness did not open her eyes, as if what had been said did not apply to her. “Here are the princes and the knights trying to“ free ”this beautiful creature ...

What are you telling tales about? - the theatrical vampire entered the cave with clay cups on a tray.

I’m a storyteller ... Although it wasn’t a fairy tale, ”the guy smiled mysteriously, getting up and taking one cup from the tray.

Shin, so what have you granted and what kind of miracle is it with you? - the brunette moved the cup to the demoness and sat on the pillows next to her.

  "Miracle" wanted to be indignant, but said nothing.

They send me to hunt, there’s nowhere to go ...

Kohai? - the vampire was already just bursting with curiosity, and she moved closer to the blonde devil.

Yeah, I already told you how I came! - the demoness sighed. The girl only shrugged vaguely, supposedly listening, with whom she doesn’t happen. - Hikari's name, just call Helga better, she likes this name more.

Helga, then? .. - the vampire neatly pulled her hand to the devil’s trembling cat’s ear. It seems that she was seriously interested in a new friend.

The young devil looked at her teacher, but she only shrugged, finally giving the white-haired woman to eat up the curiosity of her friend and the storyteller already sat opposite. The fact that the demon opposite him, the minstrel clearly did not bother.

So can I leave her with you? - rather confirmed than asked the demoness.

A purple-haired demoness stood beside a twisted tree trunk, sharpening the blade of her beloved battle scythe. Claws. Or claws with a scythe blade. Absolutely, it was that she was sharpening a weapon. Although it looked a little strange. Although for Hell it was quite normal, Hell is. There was a clap, and Shinigami turned sharply, pushing the braid forward. Before her was her student.

You ... why are you here ?! Where should you be ?! - the demoness was furious at the sight of her miserable kohai.

Do not scream, ”the devil grunted, rubbing her bruised leg. - A guest with her. The storyteller fell down and took me with him ...

A guest? Who! - did not understand the demoness.

Knight…

Dinner? - the demoness barely restrained laughter. To the knights and other "liberators" the vampire treated either as jesters or as dinner.

If. She also thought so at first, - the blond-haired snorted. - When he saw her, and how she looks at him, he thought that her “sorcerer” would not let her into the white light and would starve him…

AND? - the demoness put down the scythe and sat opposite the interlocutor on the hot earth of the underworld.

And who knew that she loved honey lollipops almost more than blood? ..

Stupid kind of a fairy tale ... and it makes no sense, ”the angel muttered, chewing another gingerbread.

She wanted to! And there is a sense in it, ”the necromancer protested slightly.

Pf, and what?

Well, for example, no matter how harmful the lady is, you can always find the key to her heart, ”the magician shrugged.

Anyway, the story is stupid.

The dark magician was silent. He simply watched with a smile as the red-haired girl took the last gingerbread from the plate.

From the Editorial Board:

Dear READERS!

BiblioGid magazine decided to publish for the first time on its pages book "Angelina"  in the fantasy genre. By fairy tales about an angel  is APOLLINARIA. The work is recommended to readers of 12 years and older. We ask you to support the author and criticize as tactfully as possible.

Sincerely, Svetlana Dementieva

The book "Angelina"

Chapter 1

- Angelina, get ready!

Yes ... Only this phrase can lead me out of my thoughts ... And since when did the angels talk about how to be human?

“Yes, Mom, I ... almost got ready.”

- Lets go faster!

No wonder angels also have parents. And, as you already noticed, mine didn’t think very carefully about my name.

Today I am turning 70 human - 18 heavenly - years old, which means I’m going to Earth to study people, their society, needs, abilities and features! I’ve dreamed about this all my life ...

Finally, I looked in the mirror: perfectly matched clothes made up of cloudy leggings and pale blue tunics, perfectly laid down feathers and a ponytail with twisted locks pleasantly contrasted with pale skin, snub nose and big green eyes.

It is strictly forbidden to use wings until 18, but since I turned 18, I took off and with a slight flap of my wings went down to the General Hall, where breakfast and other events are held.

I can fly from 14, only nobody can know about this except my friends with whom I flew. And yet, to feel the freedom of flight is an indescribable sensation.

Mom and Dad stood directly opposite the door to the World. Mom, as usual, has two braids to the waist, a slight blush on her cheeks and a loose sundress, emphasizing her high growth and her slim figure. But dad dressed up, put on a tailcoat and my beloved bright green butterfly.

“Well, now you are quite an adult and must go to the people.” “You will do good, protect the weak and teach the self-control of the strong,” said a voice from somewhere behind.

I turned around and saw Theodolph, a mentor who taught me literacy and etiquette from two years old.

- Good luck, look do not fall in love! He winked.

By the way, angels are strictly forbidden to fall in love with a person, they say, this will lead to serious consequences, a broken heart and expulsion from heaven. This is exactly what happened to Lucifer ...

It was nice to see him, like all the angels that gathered in the Hall. About a hundred people came to say goodbye to me for a good human year.

The gates to the World were opened wide before me, and I prepared for a difficult path.

- Well, with God! I said, and jumped into a frightening black void, slightly illuminated by rare stars.