The morning was laughing. Fireworks of sparkles were flashing in the dewdrops. They joined the new-blown dawn in the morning symphony of joy. Tiny Fairy flapped with her arms and soared into the sky. She was bathing in the miraculous flows of the new-born Light. Only one circumstance slightly clouded the celebration of that morning. She could not share her joy with him\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026Steppe Lion stretched and screwed up his eyes in the Sun. He would always keep the happiness of their first and only meeting in his heart. The world, Tiny Fairy lived in, was inaccessible to him. Only once their worlds had crossed and they had been given an opportunity to meet and recognize each other. The rest of the time they met only in their dreams. Nobody could say whether the Life would favor them with a chance to see each other again\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026Tiny Fairy lay down on the blade of grass wet from the dewdrop. She got absorbed into her thoughts. With every passing day she wanted to see Him and to talk to Him more and more. Yes, they lived in different worlds. And contacts between those worlds were possible only at the moments of the highest spiritual tension of both sides. She knew that she could gather all her will and send him a call, he would respond to it. Then she would come to Him and see Him. But she knew and the other thing. Visiting his world, she left a little part of her there. And soon she would not have enough strength to come back. Then her world would become strange to her. And she would not be able to fly above the flowers and to sing her solemn hymn to the morning of the new day any more. She had already taken one chance. How many chances were left? Two? Three? She did not know\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026Steppe Lion sat up with a jerk and threw down his blanket. He was seized with inexplicable anxiety. He jumped out of his bed and started to pace the room back and forth, \u201cThis is She! She calls me! She needs my help\u2026\u201d But he did not know what to do. So, he closed his eyes and rushed to meet her \u2013 in the world of his dreams through all times and spaces\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026Tiny Fairy startled and opened her eyes. Steppe Lion was stroking her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat? You?...Where from?\u201d The words stuck in her throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not say anything\u2026\u201d Steppe Lion kissed her hand. He felt pitiless minutes passing inexorably, \u201cWe do not have much time. Who knows? Perhaps, this is our last meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo!\u201d She smiled. \u201cHere, at the intersection of the worlds, together, we are immortal!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if in confirmation of her words, rainbows of the Universe flashed around them, revealing facets of the Great Crystal of Infinity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every man is the whole world. Sometimes it is necessary to sacrifice a part of your own world to know the happiness of the unique touch of immortality in the unity of the worlds.<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u0423\u0442\u0440\u043e \u0441\u043c\u0435\u044f\u043b\u043e\u0441\u044c, \u0438 \u0444\u0435\u0439\u0435\u0440\u0432\u0435\u0440\u043a\u0438 \u0438\u0441\u043a\u0440 \u0432\u0441\u043f\u044b\u0445\u0438\u0432\u0430\u043b\u0438 \u0432 \u043a\u0430\u043f\u0435\u043b\u044c\u043a\u0430\u0445 \u0440\u043e\u0441\u044b, \u0441\u043b\u043e\u0432\u043d\u043e \u0437\u0432\u0443\u0447\u0430 \u0432 \u0440\u0430\u0434\u043e\u0441\u0442\u043d\u043e\u0439 \u043c\u0435\u043b\u043e\u0434\u0438\u0438 \u0440\u0430\u0441\u0446\u0432\u0435\u0442\u0430\u044e\u0449\u0435\u0439 \u0437\u0430\u0440\u0438. \u041c\u0430\u043b\u0435\u043d\u044c\u043a\u0430\u044f \u0424\u0435\u044f \u043f\u0440\u0438\u0432\u044b\u0447\u043d\u043e \u0432\u0437\u043c\u0430\u0445\u043d\u0443\u043b\u0430 \u0440\u0443\u043a\u0430\u043c\u0438 \u0438 \u0432\u043e\u0441\u043f\u0430\u0440\u0438\u043b\u0430 \u043d\u0430\u0434 \u0437\u0435\u043c\u043b\u0451\u0439, \u043a\u0443\u043f\u0430\u044f\u0441\u044c \u0432 \u0432\u043e\u043b\u0448\u0435\u0431\u043d\u044b\u0445 \u043f\u043e\u0442\u043e\u043a\u0430\u0445 \u043d\u043e\u0432\u043e\u0440\u043e\u0436\u0434\u0435\u043d\u043d\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0421\u0432\u0435\u0442\u0430. \u041b\u0438\u0448\u044c \u043e\u0434\u043d\u043e \u043e\u0431\u0441\u0442\u043e\u044f\u0442\u0435\u043b\u044c\u0441\u0442\u0432\u043e \u043b\u0451\u0433\u043a\u0438\u043c \u043e\u0431\u043b\u0430\u0447\u043a\u043e\u043c \u0431\u0440\u043e\u0441\u0430\u043b\u043e \u0442\u0435\u043d\u044c \u043d\u0430 \u0442\u043e\u0440\u0436\u0435\u0441\u0442\u0432\u043e \u0441\u0435\u0433\u043e\u0434\u043d\u044f\u0448\u043d\u0435\u0433\u043e \u0443\u0442\u0440\u0430. \u041e\u043d\u0430 \u043d\u0435 \u043c\u043e\u0433\u043b\u0430 \u043f\u043e\u0434\u0435\u043b\u0438\u0442\u044c\u0441\u044f \u044d\u0442\u043e\u0439 \u0440\u0430\u0434\u043e\u0441\u0442\u044c\u044e \u0441 \u043d\u0438\u043c\u2026 \u2026 \u0421\u0442\u0435\u043f\u043d\u043e\u0439 \u041b\u0435\u0432, \u043f\u043e\u0442\u044f\u0433\u0438\u0432\u0430\u044f\u0441\u044c, \u0436\u043c\u0443\u0440\u0438\u043b\u0441\u044f […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[46],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2766","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-confessed-path"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n