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Authors: Philipp Bogachev

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- I do not understand at all what you in general here speak about! At me already the head goes around - either speak, or are silent! - the Fairy did not sustain.

- With - with - with - with - dorogush-sh-sh-sha, s-s-s-s-skazh-zh-zh-zhu, not toropis - with - with - s … - and with these words the three-headed crowned monster suddenly concerned the short moustaches of a black sphere in the center of a table which right there flashed violet-lilac light. The fairy suddenly felt that her consciousness tightens in this sphere, as in a funnel …

3.

Flash, the bright blinding flash, and then …

The fairy saw something vaguely to her familiar … Oh, Creator! Yes same … Gardens of Enlightenments!!!.

Gardens of Enlightenments by right were considered as the most beautiful, most reserved place on Fey's Island. Carefully well-groomed avenues which are filled in with the sun which paths are strewed with the pearl-white sand sparkling on the sun. On both parties of paths soared at distance of 5-10 steps over the earth transparent as if the trees which are poured out of glass, flying. They were pink color and beautifully refracted sunshine in the pink spots of sunlight jumping here and there. The foliage on these trees was gold.

There everywhere the set fancy, absolutely not similar on terrestrial, flowers and herbs grew. In a magic way they constantly change coloring, being poured by all flowers of a rainbow. But the most surprising in them was that they silent, but surprisingly pleasant and melodious whisper conducted among themselves never-ending conversation, sang strange melodious songs in unfamiliar language. Fancy three-headed parrots, flitted from a branch on a branch, on three different voices told some wonderful stories. Except parrots, by air tender as kitties flying snakes and pink octopuses who aimed to embrace and kiss walking, and also the pink bubbles driven by an easy warm breeze flew there. Crashing into trunks of trees, they loudly and melodiously burst, filling air with strange aromas of the blossomed spring flowers. And still by air the tasty pink down which could be eaten flew there - it thawed in language as cotton candy, leaving taste of ripe strawberry in a mouth.

Gardens of Enlightenments were called so because fairies love, walking on them, to have a rest from terrestrial cares, enjoying rest and to gain a creative power and inspiration for the constructive labor for Tselestiya's benefit.

… From the wonderful and joyful memoirs which gushed over the Fairy she was awakened suddenly by disturbing thought: "The creator, from where to these creatures to know about this intimate place of fairies which is created by fairies and
only
for fairies?"

But did not keep her to wait for the answer to this question long because she suddenly saw that she on one of paths goes … Beautiful gray-eyed young man! The short hair curling golden color which are pulled together with a gold rim with a huge blood-red ruby in the middle, a high clever forehead and a nose, eagle with a small hump. Odette it was in the pearl-white tunic surrounded with the same pearl-white belt. Legs it were put in white sandals, behind the back - a short white raincoat.

"Creator!" - in horror the Fairy thought. - "Yes on it -
clothes of the fairy of the first rank
!!! And yes distinctions... Here couple of transparent wings behind the back, same, as at fairies!"

Really, at the young man the sign of the fairy of this rank - a white unicorn - and couple of transparent wings which are poured on the sun hung on a neck behind the back …

But the young man was not one. Because of turn of a path after it the crowd of the same beautiful young men, but in tunics and raincoats of other color - golden and blue which the Fairy got used to see on fairies of the second and third rank seemed. On silver chains on a breast familiar pendents - two-headed golden eagles and three-headed green dragons were seen.

The pearl-white young man on the head has a wreath from gold leaves of the strange flying trees, and in hands - a white magic staff from pearl color a stone. On the heads of others - the same wreaths from silver leaves and staffs of golden or blue color with sapphire and emerald stones.

Young men carefree laughed, exchanged jokes. Their brilliant pearl-white teeth shone at bright beams of the sun. They were happy. Something was cheerfully discussed. Playfully hit each other with cams into a breast and shoulders, as if provoking to a fight, and, in general, - behaved as naughty boys.

"Boys … Gde-e-e-e?! In reserved Gardens of Enlightenments on the Island of fairies where from a century the man's leg did not go!!!! I understand nothing!" - the Fairy thought and she felt ill at ease. The world which she knew and in which got used to live fell as the sand castle.

Flash, another …

And here young men are met requirements by a small group … fairies! Yes, the most ordinary fairies, and among them - three, in purple tunics and sandals, in the gold diadems which are pulling together the golden, poured on the sun long hair.

"Triune Knowledge!" - the Fairy wanted to exclaim, but right there stopped short. All three Knowledge always go as one being - a step to a step, They always hold hands, They are always uniform. And here … Just three fairies of the highest rank, no more. Go separately and look as three different fairies. Even raincoats at them, as well as at all, - short. Long purple cloaks familiar to the Fairy which are usually born behind by young fairies pages are not visible …

"Purple" represented contrast in comparison with cheerful young men. They were thoughtful, majestic, passionless, as well as the crowd of other fairies surrounding them. But it just did not surprise the Fairy at all. All magicians of the highest ranks such - they are always shipped in reflections about Tselestiya's destinies, in establishment of the Sacred Principles of the Order and Prosperity among its inhabitants.

But here, at last, both groups met in the middle of the avenue. The pearl-white young man with golden hair came forward and playfully bowed to fairies in purple:

- Oh, the wisest of fairies, mine to you respect! I am so glad you to see, is so glad … Especially as we did not meet you almost eternity, isn't that so? However, whether you want the nobility why I suddenly so wanted to see you? - with these words Pearl-white interrogatively looked at the Second of purple, eye to eye. But that sustained his look - and her look was kingly majestic, is not in a feminine way imperious and … is passionless. There was a pause. Purple persistently was silent, without taking away the look from the young man's eyes, so, that it, eventually, took away it, having slightly reddened.

However, he became puzzled for a while.

- Business all in that, oh, the wisest of fairies that I decided to fall down submissively to your feet with a request for the help! - and here the young man, having writhed humorously the begging grimace, really fell on knees before purple and in prayful gesture gave to them hands. Young men from his suite at once swept with laughter, but there were absolutely passionless and cold faces of fairies. - We here with brothers just struggled with a riddle and in any way brothers could not solve it, isn't that so? - At the same time he jumped from the earth and turned the derisive person to young men and cunning winked at them. - Well, where to do us without Knowledge moreover and Triple? - And without waiting for reaction, the first roared with laughter. It was echoed by all other of his company.

- I do not see anything ridiculous, Azail, - the Second of purple fairies strictly noticed. - Your behavior guards me recently. You do not obey instructions of Council at all!

- Oh, as I am guilty! - Azail writhed a derisive grimace again, clutched allegedly in despair at the head, and then in clownish repentance dropped to knees before the Second purple fairy, being enough it for bottom edge of a tunic. - Ah, as I am guilty, oh, my Wise wife as I am guilty, about mother of my children! Spare! Only do not lull me, I beg! I will not sustain without you, I will die directly in a dream! - With these words Azail fell to sand and pretended to be the dead, having besides writhed such amusing ugly face that all his company sprinkled from laughter again. And purple, having annoyingly bitten a sponge, blushed to the roots of hair. It was a shame to it with behavior of the husband before its suite. But other fairies pretended as if nothing was noticed.

At last, Azail got up, and having again given bow, made a guilty look as he at the played mean tricks dog, and asked:

- Well and what, expensive, was on Council? I to admit, for a long time there not the walker after I few times there slightly fell asleep with boredom …

And again - explosion of a laughter behind the back.

The second purple turned white from rage, having squeezed tunic floors in cams, but restrained.

- On Council approach of an era of the Order and Prosperity, Azail was unanimously proclaimed.

- That-what? - having again writhed a clownish ugly face, Azail asked, turning the right ear to the Second Purple, allegedly better to hear it.

- About and Prosperity, - the purple fairy solemnly repeated. - From now on fairies refuse the solitary life in Skies and start implementation of great mission for all sunflower Tselestiya's transformation. And the first that we will make, - it we will destroy all monsters in the part of this world inhabited by people, having made their life completely safe …

- And - and-and! The wise decision, you will tell nothing, - having made a serious mine, Azail interrupted. - And then, I know that you will make - you put people in cradles, will insert them into pacifier mouths, will swaddle them and will tell them for days on end fairy tales and to sing lullabies … Oh, as fine, brothers! My wife did not give birth so long ago that now new adoptive kids are simply necessary for her - she so wants to swaddle surely someone and to bathe in a tray!

Explosion of laughter muffled Azail's voice. And one of young men even grabbed a hand a tree not to fall - so he was rolled up from laughter.

- I feel sorry for you, Azail, pride ruined you! - with notes of sincere pity the second purple said - in her eyes tears really flashed! - You envy us that we, the fairy, in cares of the world, reached heights of magic skill, and you, staying in idleness, degrade and turn into the clown fit to entertain idle crowd. I feel sorry for you, Azail, you were a talented magician, the worthy husband, and now you - only
a weed plant

- … which should be torn out and burned! Yes, by all means to tear out with a root, to crush and burn!!! Isn't that so, wife? - In clownish rage Azail broke from himself a raincoat, threw it on the earth and expressively began to trample down it legs under a loud loud laughter of crowd behind.

- The father, you bury! Who to you granted the right to talk so to mother? Become silent immediately! Or we will throw out you by force from here! - at the same time, the voice in a voice, was said by two other purple fairies similar at each other as like as two peas. In confirmation of the words they threateningly lifted the magic staffs. Other fairies prepared for fight too.

- Oh, as it is similar to my wife! It also incited my daughters against me and also slandered! - the mask of the clown slipped from a face of the young man and it reddened from animal rage, having become disgusting and terrible. He turned to the suite and indignantly cried out:

- Heard, my brothers, already represented me prazdnolyubtsy and the ignoramus!

The rumble of indignation gave a ride on crowd of young men. The most young of them, in a blue tunic and a raincoat stood out from the crowd, and indignantly cried, swinging in air hands:

- And it after you, oh, Wise Azail, invented three hundred new spells, designed tens of magic artifacts, wrote two tens new books on the highest magic! Yes they just envy you, unfortunate mediocrities! And what there is only your invention of magic mirrors? One this opening will change all Universe! One it grants to you the right to become Tselestiya's history forever!

- Correctly! - the young man with a golden staff and a two-headed eagle on a neck picked up, also indignantly swinging hands. - They always envied you, the Wise Elder brother, to them only to nyanchit babies, and there!

- For now we slaved away, - the third cried, in a blue attire and a blue staff, - they occupied all places in Council and make decisions without us moreover want to interfere with life of the lowest races! They wanted the power! Soon and will reach us!

- Precisely! - the fourth cried, all in blue too. - Any minute, will lull in the Flowers of Oblivion and will strangle in a dream! Will leave only a couple of drones - for reproduction!

Explosion of deafening laughter captured all crowd.

But Azail, "having put on" a clownish mask on the person again, suddenly raised a finger up and all became silent.

- Brothers, do not distract! We met our loved sisters not for a fight, isn't that so here? And in order that they the divine knowledge opened for us the solution of a riddle, we poor man's, grown dull from idleness, umishka it is simple not in forces it to solve!

- Truly, truly, tell, Azail, let will solve! - all began to make a racket.

- So, ladies, attention question! - solemnly Azail said and raised the right hand with the extended forefinger up. - Whether there can be at the same time TWO Knowledge in Skies? "Knowledge" is a noun in a superlative degree, and two prevoskhodstvo by definition at the same time cannot be. If there is one Knowledge why then the second is necessary? If the second is necessary, the first means - it is not excellently wise and if the first is necessary - that the second is not wise … As to be? - with these words Azail sat down on a stone at a roadside of a path and clutched both hands at the head as though it falls at it to pieces from the solution of the most difficult task.

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