Yuri Markeev. Golden Elsa (№ 393073)

The path to my treasure lay through a long, narrow corridor to the kitchen. At the kitchen table in a sliding cell with forks and knives, I came up with a storage space of a chest of Golden doubloons - matchbox, stuffed with a lot of money. On Sunday mornings, when everyone was asleep, I pulled out my treasure, fingering the coins, counted and Polish the tarnished doubloons a piece of felt, kept them back, and, satisfied, returned to the room. In those moments I was wise alchemist, penetrated all the secrets of the transmutations of matter. The philosopher's stone was in my "secret". He looks like a piece of red amber. In fact, there were frozen tears of the sisters of Phaeton, crashed in a fiery chariot of the Sun God. It happened a million years ago, but I was able to see through time... Now, a tiny piece of frozen tears was my talisman and philosopher's stone, from which I removed the mystery and admired them. The red tincture, the Grand elixir. It was all happening the most skilled tales. Black alchemy adults was a lion and tried to swallow the sun. Leo choked on them, and in the case of transformation of matter took little wizards, mysterious alchemists. Sometimes I would get a piece of amber from "the secret", approached the window, gazed through it at the sun, and thousands of fiery arrows aroused my fantasy. Thoughts - glad the sun beings - began to dance in the dance fun. I saw them, knew every, sometimes joined in the dance, in order to subsequently slip are washed by magic. The eternal elixir of the imagination, the mystery of the Golden threads that weave the tale.
And when I touched the red amber to Golden fur my Elza, was a clear miracle: the stone was full of inner light, becomes hot as a piece of the sun. Began to glow in the darkness, and the magic Princess, wandering in different realities, have changed. From fur her were sparks. She bent over mysteriously, and before me... before my mind's eye floated a vision: thin, airy, green-eyed girl with luxurious curls the color yellow red amber smiles at me through space and time. Two mysteries, two magical elements in contact and gave birth to a miracle. I kept this miracle from everyone, afraid to cause him the ruin of other people's opinions and ridicule. Only the adult world with impenetrable darkness and fear of freedom could laugh at the miracle. The child is bathed in it as in bliss. Purified tale, in which there was light. And is it possible to uncover this light before the deniers of light and wonder? Is it possible to test the darkness of the very tenderness, which could not exist in the atmosphere of the basement darkness, suffocated and died in the darkness, if not escaped to the light source? The adult world of the tales were severe.
(Gold Elsa childhood of the magician)