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Authors: Philipp Bogachev
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these years I did not sing the morning song to the Prince! And I think that it it directly since morning such gloomy? The morning song adjusts it on the necessary thoughts, the necessary feelings, and without it - you never know will begin to come to its mind? These people - such weak, such changeable …"
The fairy suddenly even somehow felt ill at ease - well as she could not sing to it the morning song?. But then she remembered: just yesterday she with Prinze went to bed very late. On the occasion of anniversary of their wedding it for the first time in five years receded from an invariable daily routine, having decided to give to Prinze to sleep, and sang the song only for Animals and kids. And, apparently, in vain …
But this mistake only strengthened it in opinion that today there has to be something bad, usually all bad events are preceded by some failures in a habitual daily routine - it is obvious to each normal fairy. She even wanted to cancel a task to the Prince, but, having looked at it the become cheerful person at once, thought that it will be too cruel.
"Yes, - the Fairy thought, drinking cool pink juice from a glass and watching how Prinze fills to himself full cheeks sweet pink cotton wool, his favourite delicacy, - to the person not just to be a husband of the fairy. We very at all not such as human women: we are too strong, too we suppress man's self-conceit … My poor Prinze! He feels with me absolutely jammed in a shadow! What I am after all an egoist! Well, nothing, descends in the wood, and then I will give it more responsible task that did not miss more!" However some unpleasant deposit remained in soul of the Fairy all the same …
And Prinze was really happy. "At last and the small feat fell to my lot! Curative herbs in gentle handles of my favourite Fairy will save so many lives, will bring so many oblegcheniye from sufferings!" - Prinze thought joyfully. He knew it for certain and on own, so to speak, skin. The fairy almost daily used some animal and she always needed ointments and curative herbs decoctions.
And the pink food played a role. From it the mood always improved, there was always a wish to sing some song under a nose, there was always a wish to undertake some good deed. The prince called it "pink mood" because from it even in eyes some easy pink haze appeared. It is surprising after all though they generally ate the same pink food, that did not become boring to Prinze at all and every time was in a new way surprisingly tasty and juicy. Taste and juiciness she reminded something average between ripe oranges, strawberry, a water-melon and mango. The fairy trained her in different types: soup from pink dandelions, porridge from pink flakes, pink juice or cotton candy to juice. The flavoring scale a little bit differed, but is insignificant.
Here and now: costed to Prinze, having calmed down, to be accepted to food as he already forgot about everything. The pink food literally melted in the mouth, and the feeling of pleasure, delight, readiness to undertake after food some good deed already grew in a breast.
"Though why it, - it was thought suddenly to Prinze, - the Fairy feeds me with pink food?" Of course, at a table periodically there was also a milk from dairy trees, both vegetables, and fruit, but the pink food was an obligatory component of a daily diet.
Once, Prinze remembered, he somehow told the Fairy: "I am not hungry today, I will eat only couple of wons of those sweet pears and all …" But the Fairy then somehow strange looked at it, and as always stroked the handle on the head why on all body the feeling of rest and a tranquil pleasure spread - so it did always when Prinze objected it. And then told: "At least the glass of pink juice should be drunk surely! It will give you forces, and that in the wood will weaken still … Give, for the sake of me! A draft, ma - and - alyusenky, well?" And with these words she took a glass of juice and stretched to Prinze, at the
The fairy suddenly even somehow felt ill at ease - well as she could not sing to it the morning song?. But then she remembered: just yesterday she with Prinze went to bed very late. On the occasion of anniversary of their wedding it for the first time in five years receded from an invariable daily routine, having decided to give to Prinze to sleep, and sang the song only for Animals and kids. And, apparently, in vain …
But this mistake only strengthened it in opinion that today there has to be something bad, usually all bad events are preceded by some failures in a habitual daily routine - it is obvious to each normal fairy. She even wanted to cancel a task to the Prince, but, having looked at it the become cheerful person at once, thought that it will be too cruel.
"Yes, - the Fairy thought, drinking cool pink juice from a glass and watching how Prinze fills to himself full cheeks sweet pink cotton wool, his favourite delicacy, - to the person not just to be a husband of the fairy. We very at all not such as human women: we are too strong, too we suppress man's self-conceit … My poor Prinze! He feels with me absolutely jammed in a shadow! What I am after all an egoist! Well, nothing, descends in the wood, and then I will give it more responsible task that did not miss more!" However some unpleasant deposit remained in soul of the Fairy all the same …
And Prinze was really happy. "At last and the small feat fell to my lot! Curative herbs in gentle handles of my favourite Fairy will save so many lives, will bring so many oblegcheniye from sufferings!" - Prinze thought joyfully. He knew it for certain and on own, so to speak, skin. The fairy almost daily used some animal and she always needed ointments and curative herbs decoctions.
And the pink food played a role. From it the mood always improved, there was always a wish to sing some song under a nose, there was always a wish to undertake some good deed. The prince called it "pink mood" because from it even in eyes some easy pink haze appeared. It is surprising after all though they generally ate the same pink food, that did not become boring to Prinze at all and every time was in a new way surprisingly tasty and juicy. Taste and juiciness she reminded something average between ripe oranges, strawberry, a water-melon and mango. The fairy trained her in different types: soup from pink dandelions, porridge from pink flakes, pink juice or cotton candy to juice. The flavoring scale a little bit differed, but is insignificant.
Here and now: costed to Prinze, having calmed down, to be accepted to food as he already forgot about everything. The pink food literally melted in the mouth, and the feeling of pleasure, delight, readiness to undertake after food some good deed already grew in a breast.
"Though why it, - it was thought suddenly to Prinze, - the Fairy feeds me with pink food?" Of course, at a table periodically there was also a milk from dairy trees, both vegetables, and fruit, but the pink food was an obligatory component of a daily diet.
Once, Prinze remembered, he somehow told the Fairy: "I am not hungry today, I will eat only couple of wons of those sweet pears and all …" But the Fairy then somehow strange looked at it, and as always stroked the handle on the head why on all body the feeling of rest and a tranquil pleasure spread - so it did always when Prinze objected it. And then told: "At least the glass of pink juice should be drunk surely! It will give you forces, and that in the wood will weaken still … Give, for the sake of me! A draft, ma - and - alyusenky, well?" And with these words she took a glass of juice and stretched to Prinze, at the
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