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Tale of the Mystery
Chapter first. First meeting. "Troubadour"
Once upon a time there lived one wonderful girl with a rare name Mystery … She was called Mystery because at the appointed hour she was to become for the one who would open it, a blessed, cherished happiness - such that one cannot say in a fairy tale or describe it with a pen … But to reveal it, a special talent was needed, because every beautiful secret is a sacred gift, this is how the Gods preach … Here was our Mystery on Mother Earth, shimmering with iridescent radiance and pouring out with a crystal ringing, and towards her a red fellow - Troubadour … and he invited her to become his eternal companion … The girl agreed and they went on together … The Troubadour composed his magic songs in honor of his beautiful girlfriend, and Mystery listened to him with admiration - she listened and could not hear enough … The Troubadour was a master composing his songs: each was a skillful creation about love … The syllable, the melody, and the meaning of each line were amazing … our Mystery stumbled along the road and hit it painfully, and the Troubadour, carried away by his occupation, did not notice her troubles and went on to himself, immersed in new chants … Apparently, he was not up to the beauty, he was too keen on his talent, his creativity and himself … on the road, cried, and the poet moved further and further, without turning around and not paying any attention to her … A little later, of course, he will discover his loss and even mourn a little about her, but as usual with the Troubadours, he will meet a new muse and forget about the old feeling … The mystery, having been healed, set off alone, not revealed, but unbroken and full of the brightest hopes …
Chapter two. Second meeting. "Merchant"
So our Mystery goes on, it goes, as if a little sun floats on the ground, illuminating and warming everything in its path - a bright, kind, beautiful young Mystery … And everyone greets her with joy, she is sweet to everyone, everyone is glad to her: a stream on the way amuses her with a crystal motif, birds occupy with wonderful songs, roadside flowers smile with their inflorescences - the light of a pure girl gives rise to a response glow, kindness … How long or short, but another traveler met her on the way - an overseas and important guest, a rich and noble Merchant … He liked him beauty and he decided at all costs to make her his wife … He rushed to the girl with chests of gifts, assures her of eternal devotion, prays for friendship … The girl tried to refuse, but the gentleman does not give up - he follows the girl as a shadow, begs to become friend-fellow traveler, calls into the cozy wagon, in order to facilitate the path … The beauty succumbed to persuasion and they set off on the road together: the path together is always easier and more fun … … Time passed, our The secret to the new gentleman, the Merchant turned out to be painfully caring … For days on end he entertained his guest with fairy tales, amazed with intricate stories, amused with overseas jokes … the road in the wagon is, indeed, short and pleasant: you can take a sweet nap under the measured rocking of the cart, you can admire the beauties outside the window, or you can have an interesting conversation with a wonderful fellow traveler who is respectful, attentive, and clever … And then the Mystery assured itself that the Merchant and there is her betrothed, prescribed by heaven … Yes, apparently, she was wrong again … Once the travelers stopped at a roadside forest to collect fresh strawberries for breakfast … We went out into a clearing, and there a forest sorceress, Nymph, was circling by the crystal lake in a mischievous and cheerful dance … The Merchant saw her and was lost with admiration - he was dumbfounded, froze, he could not take his eyes off the forest beauty: he saw her alone,he looks at her alone … He has forgotten his former companion and rushed to the feet of his new beloved, with beautiful words he lures him into the dear carriage - for stones and for gifts … Nymph agrees to look at the gifts, and the former bride runs away from the traitor in whom there was she believed, whom she almost fell in love with … Mystery grieved, cried, and the road further calls, as if it knows who and where it leads - for what, why, why? … The girl got up, straightened up and became even more beautiful … not despairing, with a bright faith in beauty, as if feeling with a pure heart that the path to real happiness is always thorny and difficult …
Chapter three. Third meeting. "Master"
For a long time, for a short time as a lonely wanderer, our Mystery wandered through the fields and through the villages, but then one day its path passed by a certain building located near the river … A girl came closer, sees a good fellow building a house, but so handsome and glorious that you will admire … The traveler stopped at the building, looks at the work of the Master and wonders - such beauty comes out from under the hands of a young man, such a miracle is born … The young man looked up from his work, looked at the girl, smiled and asked:
- Where are you going, dear?
- Where the eyes look, - Mystery answers.
- And what are you looking for, beauty?
- Your place on this earth, refuge, your home.
- How do you know you found this place?
- And I listen to my heart, it will not deceive …
Here the Master looked at the Mystery more attentively and saw in it something special, sacred, which others do not see and cannot see, which is bequeathed to him alone … Then he said to the girl:
- Do mercy, listen to your heart now, won't you hear something cherished? Maybe your path is over and you are already at home?
The girl sat down on the ground, closed her eyes, listened - yes, her heart sings, rejoices, shines like never before … The Master is right - the traveler thought, - I am finally Home …
- And tell me, well done, what are you working on now? - she asked the young man in her turn.
- I make a house, for myself and for my betrothed. The house in which we will live with her in such a way that we can neither say in a fairy tale, nor describe it with a pen.
- A beautiful house is coming out for you. Be happy! - said Mystery, about to get under way …
But the Master suddenly held her back.
- Where are you, dear? After all, this house is for you and me … I was waiting for you, I knew that I would definitely meet you in all cases … I waited only for the appointed hour … But when I saw, I immediately figured out everything: I was born for you alone, I was intended for you alone, and you - for me only; we will not be happy without each other, as Heaven bequeathed to us … Stay, we will finish building our house and live in it happily ever after …
He approached the Mystery, took her hands and at the same moment a miraculous miracle happened - the Mystery suddenly transformed, illuminated, revealed itself and became for the young man a cherished Gift, Divine Sense, the solution to his whole life - the only, sacred Love that is bestowed on a few … he is her bright Master, capable of discerning, discovering and preserving this great Secret, whose name is True Love …
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