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Rozprávka o tom, že život nie je rozprávka

27. května 2007 v 22:13 | antenka |  Diary
Adam came to the bedroom. His two years old son was sleeping in the corner next to the opened window. Adam shut it and breathed out deeply. He turned his attention to the baby. 'I know you liked mom telling you fairy-tales. Today it's my turn. I'll tell you one.' He whispered although he knew his son had been asleep long time ago. Adam took a little chair from the right corner and sat on it. He watched out of the window once again and there occurred some sadness in his face. His eyes sparkled with tears. He began to speak.
'Once upon the time there lived a boy. But it wasn't an ordinary boy; it was king's son Alexander. He lived in a huge castle full of expensive things. He had everything he wanted but one thing he would like to have the most - someone, whom he could trust, whom he could tell everything and also someone, who could trust him.
One day when his sorrow was lying on the deepest bottom he ran away from the castle to the park. He sat down on a bench and started to watch the others. In a while a girl occurred next to him. He hadn't ever seen someone like her. She was so gorgeous that he almost forgot to breathe. She asked: 'Could I take place next to you? There's nowhere to sit...' The prince looked at her like she would be an angel and he answered piously: 'Of course.' She sat down and became to draw something. They were sitting there all the afternoon speaking about everything possible. But when the prince asked her what she had been drawing she didn't want to tell.
They met there also next day. And then the next and next... They got used to each other. And one day the prince found out that he's pretty crazy about her. He told her she laughed and said: 'I have been loving you from the first day. As I saw you I had to sit here although there were many places on the other side of this park. I wanted to draw a portrait of you because I wanted to remember you. I was afraid that I'd never see you again. And that's why I didn't want to tell what I had been drawing. I was just ashamed.' He touched her hand and smiled. Then he held her hand, looked at her and he felt he had to kiss her or he would die. So he did. And she wasn't against. He felt like the happiest human and so did she.
They got married. And after some time their happiness got even bigger thanks to their son's birth. But there was one cruel evil who didn't want to see them happy. It was an old witch, old and cruel. She sent one of the toughest spells to the princess and she became weaker and weaker. The prince was suddenly very unhappy because he wasn't able to help her and he had to look how his love had been dying. It broke him his heart…'
Adam stopped telling. Now he just starred out of the window but he wasn't able to see anything. His eyes were full of tears. He put the chair back to the corner and left his son's bedroom. He needed to go out.
He walked up the streets meditating. He went back home at down. He came again to the son's bedroom. There he look at his little baby now with an enigmatic smile. 'We'll manage it. Don't worry, honey.' and he kissed him on the forehead.

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1 ja ja | 22. července 2007 v 15:14 | Reagovat

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2 antenka antenka | E-mail | Web | 23. července 2007 v 20:13 | Reagovat

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