Unconquered Sun (69 page)

"That day I, as usual, went to play, I was only five years old - absolutely still the baby! Small in an infantile way still the chubby girl I ran to play with short light volosika which still cannot be braided neither in braids, nor in a tail, in a white hat and a white dress in red peas on the coast of the Pink Lake. I always how many myself I remember, liked to play one and I had a game one too - to do castles and lodges from sand, pink sand of the blessed Island of Fey - a cradle of our civilization, the most beautiful place on light, reserved edge for any fairy.

However, then Fey's Island was not still as beautiful as now. Much was not yet. There was no Hall of Meetings with the live breathing pink walls, neither avenues with the flying trees, nor paths with crystal sand, nor the singing flowers, nor much, many other.

I remember, then my most favourite place where I always retired for game, there was a coast of the Pink Lake. The coast was covered with remarkable friable soft pink sand, the publishing aroma of just blossomed flowers which I liked to eat - it was edible (as well as all on the Island), something tasting like sweet porridge. I did locks, lodges, the cities of it …

Here and that unforgettable day I sat and did the favorite thing, diligently helping myself a small sovochok. I remember, that day everything at me perfectly turned out.

Suddenly, when I already stopped doing the third floor of the biggest lodge, I felt easy whiff of a warm breeze which began to play softly and tenderly my children's ringlets. To me it became suddenly so good at heart, so cheerfully, so easily, and then I heard at myself in the head some wonderful voice …

- Stella! Stella! - He called me to himself.

Though the Creator addressed me then for the first time, I, remember, then was not surprised at all. I for some reason understood at once that it is the Creator (and I heard about Him from others Primogenital) that it is not necessary are afraid that He - kind.

And I answered It:

- I here, Creator.

And It to me:

- Stella! It is necessary for me that you took in marriage to yourself my most beloved creation, Azail who will be fairly nicknamed Wise because he will be great in the sort and a name it will be remembered by descendants even then when all other names - are forgotten. It is necessary for me that you cared for it, and loved it how yourself, you understand? And never - you hear! - never left it, neither in trouble, nor in pleasure.

And I - absolutely the baby and the silly fellow - do not know that to answer It. I even almost do not understand what He speaks to me about. Only I understand that He tells something important, something very much important …

And then I see, there is to me Azail - and to him 13, he is already able to read and write, and even owns magic - beautiful such, thin, harmonous.

I was afraid even to approach it earlier - it was more senior, it is the wiser and most beautiful Primogenital - the born leader of all our Community children's still. It always was such thoughtful, serious, important. All boys respected him - obeyed from a half-word. And little girls and even less so. However, Azail liked both to joke and to laugh when was among children. But once it remained to one - and I repeatedly furtively observed, I remember, behind it when it remained one - he changed at once - became thoughtful, serious, drew something on sand a stick or spoke in beard, going to and fro with the hands which are stuffed up for a back. It was more senior than all of us. Natael - the second among us on a seniority for the whole three years was younger than it! Azail was already when none of us were, he was first created from race celestial, the first of reasonable inhabitants of Tselestiya …

I then did not understand anything from this yet, but always tested before it, on the one hand, the feeling of some fear what then children will feel before fathers, and, on the other hand, invincibly pulled me to it. Why? I do not know. But in his thoughtfulness, in its strange figures on sand there was something mysterious. It seemed to me it is attractive, invincibly attractive. Therefore I watched it, but was afraid to approach and talk.

And here - he goes to me! Goes, and looks thoughtfully somewhere afar. In a snow-white tunic, a snow-white short raincoat, in a silver diadem on the head with some strange stone in the center. On a breast - a silver kulonchik in the form of a unicorn. It goes and something speaks in beard, something mysterious and mysterious. He does not notice me at all and, perhaps, and would pass by me if not my lodges from sand. He about them stumbled, fell and crushed them all to one! But right there jumped, quickly shook off and only after that, having as if woken up from a dream, saw deeds, was confused and … reddened.

And at this moment the Creator addressed it, already aloud - probably, He wanted that I heard what He will tell it.

- Azail! Azail!

- Yes, the Creator, - at all without being surprised to the Voice Azail answered, he communicated every day with the Creator, unlike us, and put hands on a breast with awe.

- Whether you see, Azail, this fragile vessel, Stella?

- Yes, my Creator.

- Moy's will that you took it to yourself in the wife and would love it as yourself.

Azail, I remember, with astonishment raised the eyebrows, from it having become even finer, - and told:

- But, the Creator, it is only five years! It is absolutely a crumb!

The creator answered nothing his objection. He just some inexplicably took it and I wash hands and connected them together, and then by such marvelous, such loving, tender voice, told:

- Remember, my children, love each other as! Care about each other, do not quarrel! Azail, concede to the wife, do not evade from her, be not extolled over her! Stella, care for the husband, obey him in everything, help him with everything! Be in all the affairs a whole, uniform flesh, - and repeated these words THREE times, same, and then addressed already one Azail. - Train it in everything that you know itself from Me, and you will begin to live together - when it reaches eighteen years. Your children yes will be blessed!

And then disappeared - also suddenly and promptly as well as appeared.

Yes, his words, strange were strange … Then I did not understand them and now - I will not understand. Why he forced us to marry at children's age? Why
us
? And
why we
became the first and only couple whose hands It connected?

But the Creator - is always unclear for mortal, and his ways always were - not our ways …

I then did not understand anything, but remembered all, and I remember in details still. Though is not present … I after all understood something. Yes, I understood then that now we with Azail a single whole. I felt it all the children's soul, all heart, I understood, as it for me, and I for it there were something another, big, than other associates.

I, remember, very much was delighted to it, I dreamed to be on friendly terms with it, and then even began to be proud - I noticed that even Natael, the second for a seniority and wisdom, began to treat me somehow very respectfully, not to mention others. And when one of boys took in head to play a trick over me - pulled me an ear - Azail so looked at it that that reddened as cancer, and then not only more so did not do, and even gave way to me behind a dining table.

Yes, Azail seriously treated what to him was charged by the Creator. From the first day it took me under special guardianship. He moved me in the flower (all of us then lived in big flowers, girls in pink, boys - in blue). He cared for me as about the child. Fed me. To wash my clothes, invented a special spell. So amused me when by one his word my dresses smeared in a pink sand flew on the lake to bathe and washed there - pink water of the lake washed away any dirt without any soap. And still he invented especially for me the spell forcing basts to wash independently me in the pink lake, and magic hands braided braids when my volosik grew.

But he taught me, without trusting this task to anybody and anything, and besides separately from others. He especially for me wrote the alphabet, invented letters which were not earlier and when I mastered the diploma, he began to teach me to the first spells which he wrote down by means of the invented letters. What it was wonderful time! I opened every day something new, the world changed directly on my eyes!

Here we sit with it in a tenka under a big pink fleshy leaf of its and my "sleeping" flower. Azail as always is serious, concentrated, attentive. It draws something a stick on pink sand - spell formulas. And I - me already seven - look at it and I admire it. What it clear head! What it is important!

- Stella! Concentrate! Do not distract either me, or yourself! - having noticed my delighted look, he strictly told, having slightly reddened. - To be necessary for you for this spell the maximum concentration. We will pass with you creation of illusions.

- And what is "illusion"? - I ask it puzzly.

- Well-at-at-at … - Azail hesitated. - It is what is not present, but it, nevertheless, seems to us.

- And - and - and-and, - I told, picking at the same time a nose. - When the baby Arielle writes off it from a notebook at Natael, and then shows you?

Azail reddened and was confused.

- Stop being picked a nose, Stella! And in general, to spy on others and on them to report - it is bad, understand?

I quickly began to nod the head, and about myself thought: "here so clever Azail, and puts the five at a lesson at School to this little fool Arielle who everything, well is simple everything, writes off at Natael! And this - the burdock - allows it to write off! What these boys after all little fools! As it is easy to fool them!" is an opening, I remember, struck me up to the soul depth.

- So, everything, concentrate, Stella. The most difficult in creation of illusions is a representation. It is necessary to strain imagination and to try to imagine that subject from which you will create illusion, in the smallest details. And when you will present - to transfer mentally …

But Azail did not manage to finish speaking as before his surprised look two figures - the exact copy of Azail suddenly grew and me - only Azail lies on the naked earth, and his head - on, as always scratched and smeared in sand, my knees, and I iron it on the head, so gently and so touchingly!

- Ch-what is it? - he asked then, having with astonishment stared.

- Illusion! - I speak to it, very honestly blinking eyes.

- But I did not tell you still a spell and in general - did not finish speaking!

- You did not finish speaking, and I already made! Here! - I told with pride.

- But how? - Azail, I remember, was upset then outright, sat down on the earth, clasped the head with hands, without paying attention to mine with such work and love the made illusion! He was pale as swept and muttered something like that:

- I am an utterly worthless teacher, the utterly worthless wizard, even the child surpassed me! Pathetic I am mediocrity! And I guessed this formula week!

I felt sorry for him. I sat down near it on the earth and began to iron it on the head, exactly as in my illusion. And then told:

- Well, all right, Ozzie (I so called him then), be not upset! You are a clear head! Just it was boring for me when you fell asleep in a flower last night, and to me it was not fallen down, here I also wrote off this lesson from your notebook and trained at half of the night, that's all! You at me the clear head, you are the best of all!!!

Azail suddenly attentively looked at me with the such beautiful and clever gray eyes, and then seriously told:

- You very much, are very talented, my dear schoolgirl. You are more capable than all little girls of Community combined, - and it was so pleasant to me to hear from it these words, so pleasantly
, from it
! And then he looked at my illusions and asked:

- And why you made such illusions? But not some birdies, monkeys, butterflies … And what for strange a situation - why I lie, and you iron me on the head?

- And you as if got sick, and I as if
feel sorry
for you that it was not so painful to you …

Azail grinned and shook the head.

- Well and imaginations at you, Stella! Even if I will also get sick, I will easily cure myself so your help hardly when is useful to me.

And then suddenly it became so offensive for me for these his words! I invented this illusion of half of the night, lying in the closed flower bud near the sleeping Azail! I looked at it, at sleeping - such helpless in a dream, ironed it on the head and thought of how it would be good
to regret
to me it when it is same helpless, same weak really, in reality, but not in a dream! And I told it then:

- And here I will grow up big-big as you, I will learn spells many very and I will conjure on you such sore that you and be removed a spell itself could not - will quietly lie in a floret, and I will be for you ukha-a-a-azhivat, there will be
zhale-e-e-et
, will be you gla - and - and - and - adit …

But he did not allow to finish speaking to me. He suddenly exploded such loud laughter that I could tell nothing any more, and then seized me and pressed to the breast:

- My dear Stellochka! Well and imaginations at you! And you love me, love! - And then seized me by hands and let's play with me in "roundabout" (to untwist around itself), and both of us laughed, laughed, laughed …