Yuri Markeev. Golden Elsa (№ 392196)

Yes, thanks to this miraculous salvation in the basement, I re-learned magic. I continued to listen to her mother's bedtime stories, but have ordered the dreams of himself living in them a different reality. And when the tale broke out of the dream into my day, I already knew how much. For example, collecting the Golden pollen from the autumn maple leaf and melted it into gold. All the new coins I was diligently polishing paste GOI and admired the glow of imagination, transforming an ordinary penny pennies into gold doubloons, folded into the pirate chest. A thousand devils and a barrel of rum! I had fun when the box was empty boxes from the matches, - was filled with coins. Oh, what joy! Comes new tales, is painted in Golden-red tones. Autumn was at any time of the year because all the gold was Fiat wealth inside of me. And this wealth no one could take away - just as it is impossible to take away a child's dream or an adult the desire to be happy. At any age you can be a wizard. Adult to do this, at least for a time, become the child, and the child - not to let themselves "adults" fears. Adults often fear of liberation from the anxieties generated by life's bustle. These concerns constrain the infinite soul, put her in a cage, even of pure gold, made to suffer, but the soul gradually becomes accustomed to the captivity, like a bird to its cage. Get used to the cage and the soul. And when it turned loose, she's afraid to make the first move. The freedom she feels like a cage and a prison pulpit freedom. Adult harder to become a magician. It is almost impossible. Only a purified heart can be this gift.