The night was melting slowly. The delicate aromas of the nascent day were filling the motionless air. Steppe Lion lied in the thick grass. He was looking at the huge unfading stars. The last talk with Tiny Fairy came back to his memory. He was listening to her. He understood her, but refused to believe. It was too inconceivable\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was slim, fair-haired, light as a fluff. And she was joyful. Joy was ringing in her voice like a golden bell. Joy was somersaulting in her eyes like a sunbeam. Even a tear in her eyes seemed to be just a dewdrop frozen on the palm of the green petal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow you know everything,\u201d She said. \u201cAt first I could not realize what had happened, how we could have moved between the worlds without detriment to ourselves and without being noticed by other inhabitants. Now everything has fallen into its place. Our worlds crossed only once at our first meeting. We recognized each other and gave a part of ourselves to each other not to get lost in the spaces. We had met in our dreams before, but after that contact of the worlds our dreams became indistinguishable from the reality.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her head was lying on his shoulder. He felt the warmth of Her body. He inhaled the aroma of Her hair. He saw the twinkles in her golden eyes\u2026 Was it just a dream? But why then should he wake up?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd what about people?\u201d Hardened steel was heard in her voice, \u201cWhat about the city you\u2019ve rescued at our first meeting? What about your own world, a part of which you are? You\u2019ve thought a lot whether you could make without it. Now think whether it could make without you. We cannot see all the consequences of our actions. Your help to some passerby may save the world. We have given a part of ourselves to each other. And now there are sparkles of other worlds in our hearts. It means that our own worlds have become richer. Isn\u2019t it wonderful? How can anything take out these sparkles and divide us?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was listening to her. He could not turn his eyes away from her. \u201cNo!\u201d He wanted to cry. \u201cIt is not so. It cannot be that only the sparkles of our hearts have tied our worlds. There should be something else. Something that is very important. Something that we fail to understand\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And suddenly the clear, sharp and simple thought dawned upon him. Steppe Lion sat up and opened his eyes. With the strength of his will he kept the image of Tiny Fairy in his mind. He exclaimed, \u201cI\u2019ve understood! The sparkles in our hearts are grains of acknowledgement of the Universe\u2019s unity. Our own worlds are just petals of the one flower, facets of the one Crystal. It means that we are as close to each other, as well we realize the unity of our worlds.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are right.\u201d The iridescent image of Tiny Fairy was trembling like a drop of lively mercury, \u201cI also have understood this. We are to learn a lot of other things. But we are on the right track. When all people realize the unity of their worlds, we would become the Universe! Goodbye!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWill our worlds cross one more time?\u201d Steppe Lion called after the eluding image.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 \u0423\u0432\u0438\u0434\u0438\u043c<\/em>\u201cIt all depends\u2026\u201d The Eternity answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Be able to recognize a part of yourself in every passerby. And you will take one more step to unite with the Eternity.<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u041c\u0435\u0434\u043b\u0435\u043d\u043d\u043e \u0442\u0430\u044f\u043b\u0430 \u043d\u043e\u0447\u044c, \u043d\u0430\u043f\u043e\u043b\u043d\u044f\u044f \u0437\u0430\u0441\u0442\u044b\u0432\u0448\u0438\u0439 \u0432\u043e\u0437\u0434\u0443\u0445 \u0441\u0432\u0435\u0436\u0438\u043c\u0438 \u0430\u0440\u043e\u043c\u0430\u0442\u0430\u043c\u0438 \u0440\u043e\u0436\u0434\u0430\u044e\u0449\u0435\u0433\u043e\u0441\u044f \u0434\u043d\u044f. \u0421\u0442\u0435\u043f\u043d\u043e\u0439 \u041b\u0435\u0432 \u043b\u0435\u0436\u0430\u043b \u0432 \u0433\u0443\u0441\u0442\u043e\u0439 \u0442\u0440\u0430\u0432\u0435 \u0438 \u0441\u043c\u043e\u0442\u0440\u0435\u043b \u043d\u0430 \u043e\u0433\u0440\u043e\u043c\u043d\u044b\u0435, \u043d\u043e \u0443\u0436\u0435 \u043c\u0435\u0440\u043a\u043d\u0443\u0449\u0438\u0435 \u0437\u0432\u0451\u0437\u0434\u044b. \u041f\u0430\u043c\u044f\u0442\u044c \u0432\u043d\u043e\u0432\u044c \u0432\u043e\u0437\u0432\u0440\u0430\u0449\u0430\u043b\u0430 \u0435\u0433\u043e \u043a \u043f\u043e\u0441\u043b\u0435\u0434\u043d\u0435\u043c\u0443 \u0440\u0430\u0437\u0433\u043e\u0432\u043e\u0440\u0443 \u0441 \u041c\u0430\u043b\u0435\u043d\u044c\u043a\u043e\u0439 \u0424\u0435\u0435\u0439. \u041e\u043d \u0435\u0451 \u0441\u043b\u0443\u0448\u0430\u043b, \u043f\u043e\u043d\u0438\u043c\u0430\u043b, \u043d\u043e \u2013 \u043e\u0442\u043a\u0430\u0437\u044b\u0432\u0430\u043b\u0441\u044f \u0432\u0435\u0440\u0438\u0442\u044c. \u042d\u0442\u043e \u0431\u044b\u043b\u043e \u0441\u043b\u0438\u0448\u043a\u043e\u043c \u043d\u0435\u0432\u0435\u0440\u043e\u044f\u0442\u043d\u043e\u2026 \u041e\u043d\u0430 \u0431\u044b\u043b\u0430 \u0442\u0430\u043a\u0430\u044f \u0436\u0435, \u043a\u0430\u043a \u0432\u0441\u0435\u0433\u0434\u0430 \u2013 \u0442\u043e\u043d\u0435\u043d\u044c\u043a\u0430\u044f, \u0441\u0432\u0435\u0442\u043b\u043e\u0432\u043e\u043b\u043e\u0441\u0430\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-2769","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-confessed-path"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n