Fastened-on-all-buttons. Fairy Tale - Parable

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Buttoned-on-All-Buttons was just about to have breakfast when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. "Who could it be?!" - flashed through his head. Still not finding an answer to this question, he took a step towards the door, turned the key in the lock and opened it. On the threshold stood She - an old acquaintance - Completely Unbelted. "Hey! Very busy?". “Yes, I just sat down to have breakfast. And what?". “Well, then, come on, finish your scrambled eggs, finish your coffee and come with me, there is business!”.

Buttoned-Up stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's the matter?" "Then I'll tell you everything …" - she sang dreamily. Intrigued, he began to get ready - put on a raincoat, grabbed a hat and an umbrella-cane. "Went!" - Completely Unbelted took his arm and they quickly flew out of the apartment.

Having already passed the first flight of stairs, the hero of our story noticed that one button of his elegant raincoat came off, probably caught on something, and now hangs on one thread.

This made him smile. “My father always said I had to be neat,” Now-Not-Not-At-All-Buttoned shared with his companion. “Oh, okay! It even became easier to breathe somehow! " “That's it! Spring has come into its own! " she replied. They crossed the courtyard at a run and jumped out onto the pavement. On the way, he managed to joke with his umbrella, using the clothes drying on the clothesline as an imaginary enemy.

From the exercises he had done, he felt hot, the button on the collar of his shirt unbuttoned by itself, and the cufflinks flew off the sleeves. Friends walked along the pavement soaked from the recent rain, and their faces were shining! “Listen, where are we going?”, - as if remembering something, asked the amused Not-Not-Quite-Buttoned. “Haven't you guessed? We're going to the Amusement Park!"

Once there, the companions began to run along all the alleys and look around. "Where to go first?" "Let's go to the Autodrom - ride on typewriters, remember?" "But how!". Having bought tickets, they each jumped into their own typewriter, and began to dashingly manage them. Cutting circles, making "eights", looking at the electric sparks falling from above, pushing cars against each other, they plunged into the enchanting atmosphere of their childhood. From one of these blows, the hat of Not-Quite-Buttoned flew off and was crumpled by a neighboring car passing through it. He didn’t seem to have paid any attention to it.

Having dashed enough, the friends went to look for the "roller coaster". Finally they found them. The man prudently left his umbrella on the ground, leaning it against the fence post. They buckled up and prepared for adventure. The booth moved off with acceleration and they were perceptibly pressed into the chairs. "Wow, great!" - they yelled, and then the fun began. Steep turns, sharp ascents and descents, steel rails rushing before their eyes, earth and sky, reversed.

Barely remembering themselves from happiness, the allies climbed out of the stopped and subdued booth and slowly walked, walking through the park. In one of its nooks, they saw a strange-looking building with a signboard "Laughter Room". “Let's go in?”, They blurted out to each other without saying a word.

Once inside, they saw before them a dull row of mirrors hung on either side of the room. As they approached, the mirrors flickered with a mysterious light, and then flashed brightly. The shape of the mirrors was outlandish - they flowed in space, slanted, floated in a wave, diverged in circles.

It was funny to look at them and see the phantasmagoria of their own images. For example, the Completely Unbelievable suddenly saw herself Buttoned-On-All-Buttons. She immediately rolled with laughter, pushing her friend in the shoulder and urging them to share her delight. They were thin and fat, small and large, adults and children. One mirror was straight. In it, Buttoned-On-All-Buttons spotted himself. A disheveled look, happy eyes, a rosy blush on her cheeks and a blissful smile that does not want to leave her face.

“What a magical walk we have! I lost something along the way. But these are such trifles! But how much I have found! “Yes, you have found yourself,” the Unbelted One said quietly.

The forgotten umbrella-cane fell from a gust of wind and remained lying at the fence of the attraction.