Bedtime story for your beloved

Do not promise a young girl eternal love on earth...
B. Okudzhava

Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already creeping across your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me enter, but didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile... I love it when you smile... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multi-functional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, knows how to gently coo under my chin, or can simply remain silent while doing her amazing work!
Go to sleep, my dear, I won’t disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will lower myself to the floor to be level with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me now you are a little girl who I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd in sweet coming dream. You are an adult, beautiful, self-confident woman, but you, too, like when you were a child, miss tender words, I know this and I am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowding both in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could tell you a lot of magic words, but mom won't say what she can say loving man. Sleep, sleep soundly to my muttering, and it’s even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is filled with.
It’s a pity that I’m not an oriental poet - Ferdowsi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi... they knew a lot beautiful words, with which they sang their beloved ones.

A living spring is your mouth and the sweetest of all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.

All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
The nectar of your sweetest lips is the most beautiful of all delights.

And even the sun has a hard time competing with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than his.

Sweet words gurgle like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround you with a viscous pink aroma... everything is for you, everything is for you...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you wore flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees... I know all your night outfits, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I’ve taken them off more than once from you... and now I still see not the blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin underneath... Just recently you were humming something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, just recently you were leaving the bathroom, and the undried droplets the water glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, right at the dimple on your throat... this dimple has always driven me crazy... and now my tongue habitually moved in my mouth... I love to kiss you on this dimple... no, no, I’m quiet and humble today, I’m just talking to you... in words, but silently... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night lamp, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a cap, but it still got wet and became a dark bronze color... you smell sea ​​water, salty wind and something else painfully familiar, which makes you dizzy and takes your breath away... It smells like you... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful in the world... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know what they look like in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips... I kiss every finger of yours, every nail, I run your palm over my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their soft velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you may suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek to mine... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were stubbled by my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots... To the puzzled looks of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant activity for me - shaving... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, run it along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down... stop...
You moved and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my beloved... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.

He looked at her with longing in his heart. He always knew that his love object was distant and inaccessible. Like a forest nymph, like a sea mermaid or magic fairy. She lived in the next house. At the same time, it seemed that she lived in another world, because on the one hand she was so close, and on the other hand so far. Always well-groomed, beautiful, graceful, confident. Her gait made people turn around. She was envied, admired and admired. Children and neighboring grandmothers adored her, and every passerby wanted to treat her with something. Of course, he always understood how inaccessible she was. He understood that his bedtime story about love was doomed to be sad.

Her name was Mi, she was three years old, and she was a Persian cat. His name was Mouse, he was almost a yard black cat, he was five years old. Mouse's owners were constantly at work, so he spent his days outside. He ate grass, climbed trees, chased mice in the basement, slept in the sun, marked his territory, chased away strangers. Mi didn't go out often. A whole family looked after her. Grandmother and her granddaughter often accompanied Mi, as if they were a queen. They went out with her, left her on a bench and went to the store or school. And Mi watched them with a contemptuous look, trying to make it clear that she was already tired of their excessive care. She is able to take care of herself. Migracefully stretched out and began to lick her fur. She gently stepped on the green grass, smelled flowers, walked along fences or borders. She was often pestered by cats, but her heart remained free. Mi dreamed that at least one of the cats would make an effort and prove that he was ready to move mountains for her. But they all quickly gave up and stopped fighting for the beauty’s heart after several attempts to approach her.
-Aren't you afraid to be alone? – her friend the red cat Lika once asked Mi.
“It’s better to be alone than with someone who doesn’t want to fight for you.”
- But this way you will become a lonely, self-sufficient cat who will have forty people.
The two cats laughed at the joke and went for a walk around the yard. Mouse heard their conversation and hope appeared in his soul. He suddenly realized that the beautiful and beautiful Mi was free and was even waiting for her prince. And even if Mouse is small and black, even if his owners have a tiny apartment, even if they feed him not delicacies, but porridge and borscht, because he can be the best for Mi.

A tale of love: how Mouse called Mi

The next day, Mouse approached Mi, sniffed her beautiful fur, and only then introduced himself. At first, he wanted to immediately declare his serious intentions, but then he became confused and was unable to utter a word. But the cat could not retreat. He simply smiled and looked into Mi’s eyes with loving eyes so that she had to turn away in embarrassment. Mouse tried to silently make her feel that now he would always be there. In the evening, he drove other people's cats away from Mi and told them that this cat was his. The next day he brought for her a mouse caught in the basement. He spent his nights under the balcony of the lady of his heart. At the same time, for several months he said only a couple of words. He couldn't speak when the perfect cat, like an angel, was nearby. And he couldn’t help but be there, because this fragile and graceful cat could be harmed by someone else at any moment.
One autumn day, Mouse was sitting near a tree and saw Mi coming out of the entrance. She slowly approached him and kissed him.
“I’m so tired of waiting for you to kiss me.” And today I suddenly thought, how long can I wait, I’ll do it.
- But I’m a barn cat. Your fur is perfect, but mine is full of fleas. You are beautiful and I am ragged.
“You’re ripped off because you fought with cats who wanted to hurt me.” And he got me mice to entertain me.
- Come on, won’t you go home today? I'll steal you away for a few days and show you the city at night.
- I read short tales about love and all the time I was waiting for you to steal me away. It finally happened.

So Mouse realized that words often mean nothing. But actions speak volumes. With his silent persistence, Mouse won the heart of the beautiful Mi. Since then, they always walk together, roam the rooftops, look at the moon and stars, climb trees and balconies, catch butterflies and enjoy the sun.

With soft paws, almost weightless, like moonlight, or perhaps like the wind, I will take away your pain and your fatigue. I will hug you tenderly, almost imperceptibly, almost imperceptibly, so that you will hardly feel it. I will hug you to protect you from all adversity.
Close your eyes and you will feel my smile on your lips.
Close your eyes, let the wind suddenly weave itself into your hair, and you will not have time to be surprised, but you will understand that the journey has been completed.
And now you can see where I have brought you, to what a glorious world. Look around: how beautiful these full-flowing rivers are, how fragrant the meadows along their banks are, and there, in the distance, shining with amber and gold, lies the sea, the elements have fallen asleep in the palms of the banks, just as you fall asleep in my arms.
If you want, I will lead you along the path that surrounds tall grass, where the most beautiful river of all joins the sea in a kiss, where salty streams mix with fresh ones.
There, on the soft and warm sand, we can sit until sunset, listening to the songs of the river and wind, to the music of the sea.
And then the sun, blazing like a brand, will fall into the palms of the sea, and, before going out, will scatter into sparks of stars. Don’t be sad about him, don’t let grief and sadness penetrate your heart. Open up to the Milky Way, look at the big stars of this magical night. And when the moon weaves a path for us on the calm waves, we will go to collect stars and weave wreaths of constellations from them.
In the morning I will catch a cloud for you, comb it with the wind and make wings for you from its thin silk.
Star dust will shine in them, and the rainbow of dawn will sparkle. These wings will help you cope with fatigue and pain. You can wrap yourself in them and preserve the warmth of my love, if suddenly I myself am not close enough.
Smile...see how beautiful the world is under our feet. We stand among the foggy cloudy mountains and look down to where the fresh morning shimmers like mother-of-pearl, falling with dew on the fields and hills.
Now and always, whether in this world or in some other, in the midst of such morning silence, or in the noise and rustle of the day, in the darkness of the night or in the fading evening, remember - I am with you, and you have wings... This my love, this is our love. And nothing, no adversity and troubles matter anymore. All the most important things are here in your heart.
Do you hear how it trembles and beats, delighted that it lives? Listen to his voice, hear him whispering, restlessly whispering to you that the world is beautiful.
And now, while we have not chosen peace, while we are still in the country among the heavens, believe me, nothing will separate us. And I will always be there to protect you from pain.

I kiss you softly, and your dream, rainbow-colored, tender and full of charm, suddenly crumbles into drops, frozen with a sparkle in the corners of your eyes. You smile.
You feel? This magical dream took away your pain and weakness, these visions gave you peace and happiness. You feel my warmth and my love that hugs you with wings, and you understand that the dream was not just a dream.
That is how it is. We were really there, among those clouds, and we really saw this morning.
And I give you these wings that have collected all the miracles, so that you will never again doubt that the path you have chosen is the only true one.

Since childhood I have loved fairy tales. Probably the most favorite of them are the Azerbaijani ones - they have so much feeling and romance that I definitely wanted to listen to each of them to the end. Now I have grown up, but my love for mysterious magical stories has remained with me.

Fairy tales are such simple stories that are described in a special language, as if you were little. But this doesn’t hurt you at all, because you get the impression that you and the author have some kind of extraordinary secret that they will definitely tell you about.

I admire the world around me, I love the people who live in it. I like to find something unique in every seemingly inconspicuous thing - something that no one has noticed before (or maybe I just didn’t want to admit it to myself?).

Fairy tales are not as ephemeral as you might think at first glance. After all, if you have never seen the planet Saturn with your own eyes (pictures and even videos do not count, because in our time everything can be faked and edited) - this does not mean that it does not exist. It’s the same with any “magic” story. Of course, it contains many different epithets, metaphors and “little” exaggerations, but its very essence is always very truthful.

Reading or listening to any fairy tales, we, unnoticed by ourselves, involuntarily immerse ourselves in their plot. It develops our imagination and makes us think.

My fairy tales are very romantic and, perhaps, some would say, idealistic. I completely agree with you. But if you have your own ideals, then you have something to strive for. You are on the right track. After all, only a sensitive heart will tell you where to go, what to believe in and how to behave in any situation.

Believe in yourself! Trust yourself! Feel free to create your future, because it begins here and now.

A fairy tale makes you better and kinder. It gives a person hope for the best and makes him take a closer look at the world around him. After all, there are so many interesting, inexplicable and very, very touching things in life.

And now we get comfortable and plunge into the magical world of romantic fairy tales, where any obstacles can be overcome on the way to the fulfillment of your most cherished desires.

Little bright star

Beloved... My little Ray of Light... My Princess! I'm so glad that you and I are together.

It’s so nice to feel such a dear, warm, fragile body next to you. Feel your breath. Inhale the scent of your hair...

I almost whisper to you so as not to frighten your sweet half-asleep.

You smile at my words - and my heart begins to beat even faster.

I am grateful to you for suddenly bursting into my life and charming me. Now all my thoughts are only about you. And everything I do is for you.

In the meantime, you closed your eyes, enjoying the words that I whisper in your ear, I will tell you a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there lived a small but very bright star. She was so beautiful - almost diamond-like in appearance.

She really liked to appear in the sky when the sun set below the horizon. She believed that she brought great benefits by illuminating the Earth at night. Although her friends, who were next to her in heaven, took it for granted.

The little star tried very hard to shine brighter than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of the moon. After all, it was very important for her to benefit people. This little girl was very happy when, as she herself believed, she helped a lost evening traveler find his way home. Or if any person could not sleep, he had the opportunity to admire her through the window, hoping for something good, deep in his secret thoughts.

But lately she began to feel that something was wrong. Something darkened the joyful thoughts of the little star.

She began to think about what made her so sad.

And then the little bright star realized that she was very sorry beautiful girl with golden-red silky hair. Every evening the little girl watched the girl sitting on the windowsill, turning her sad gaze to the sky.

The little star really wanted to help the stranger, but she didn’t know how yet.

From her heavenly friends she heard a legend that when a star falls from the sky, people make a wish - and it will definitely come true.

“But then you’ll die...” her friends were saddened.

- But I will be of great benefit! – she answered joyfully.

The little star really wanted to help the sad girl at the window, for this she was even ready to give her life.

Having looked for the last time at the beautiful red-haired girl, the star, breaking away from the sky, began to rapidly fall down. She no longer felt anything except the noise of her own flight...

And then, suddenly, she was overcome by an indescribable all-consuming frantic joy - the girl took advantage of the moment and made her wish cherished wish. The little star was very glad that she could help the beautiful stranger. Now this little girl knew that she had fulfilled her true purpose. She, somewhere deep inside, felt calm. This is the last thing the star thought about before disappearing into oblivion...

The star’s deed was not in vain - the stranger’s wish soon came true...

And another little star appeared in the sky, even brighter than the previous one...

Who knows, maybe she will be the one who will be able to fulfill one of your deepest desires, Darling...

You are already sleeping, My Precious... I will kiss the top of your head, gently touch your eyelids with my lips and also fall asleep, greedily wrapping you in my arms, guarding your sacred sleep...

Sweet Dreams, my angel!..

Little New Year's miracle

This year the winter was especially beautiful: the trees and roofs of houses were covered in snow, shimmering silver in the gentle rays of the sun. Today was the last day of the passing year.

A girl sat by the window, peering into the fluffy flakes of falling snow. She had long dark brown wavy hair and a graceful figure. The sun blinded her blue eyes, but transparent crystals of tears slowly flowed down her pale cheeks for a completely different reason. Today Lila will have to celebrate her favorite holiday completely alone...

It seemed that she had quarreled with Dan for a very long time - she no longer remembers how many nights in a row she cried into her pillow. But only two weeks had passed since he left, slamming the door loudly - then she jumped at the sound.

You don’t even remember what they quarreled about. You know, sometimes you quarrel “to pieces” with your loved one, firmly believing that, of course, HE is to blame. But then, some time passes and you no longer fully understand: “What was that?” Lilya was now in the same state. She would be glad to be the first to apologize, but he doesn’t answer the phone, and no one opens his house. But the girl reassured herself that she at least tried to correct the situation.

Now she was sitting alone in the apartment that THEY had decorated together with such tenderness and love. She didn't want to go celebrate New Year to her friends, because this holiday was very personal for her...

She and Dan met a week before the New Year, when she was still in the 5th grade. That day Lilya was walking home with her friends after school. The girls chatted cheerfully, sharing their expectations of what they would give to whom for the holiday. Suddenly, the girl unexpectedly felt a sharp pain in her head from a blow with a blunt object, and the back of her head quickly began to get cold. Lilya couldn't keep her balance and fell. Next to her, a snowball drowned in a snowdrift, finally unstuck from the top of her head.

What does a baby need to sleep peacefully and soundly? Of course bedtime story! Short good fairy tales will calm the baby and give wonderful dreams.

About a little bit

There lived a little spider in a forest. He had his own cobweb, and he carefully looked after it: he wiped it, removed specks and covered it with a leaf from the rain. But one day it was raining heavily. When it finally ended and the sun came out, the spider saw something shiny in its web. It was a raindrop. She was stuck in a web and was trying to get out.

“Good morning,” said the spider, he was very well brought up.

How kind is it if I’m sitting here - in your web? - the droplet answered angrily.

“What’s wrong with that, I spend all my time on this web, I like it,” the spider tried to defend himself.

What are you saying, there are so many interesting things in the world! I fly all over the world and have seen a lot of things. I met many kids all over the world when I fell on their shoulder or nose. I saw waterfalls and mountains, oceans and canyons. True, I haven’t been to the desert yet. And now I’m stuck to your web. What should I do?

Don't be angry, I will free you, but don't leave right away. You're so beautiful. Why are you transparent, but shimmer with many colors? - asked the spider, pulling out a droplet from the web.

“This is not my merit,” the little girl honestly admitted, “I only reflect the rays of the sun and thanks to it I travel.” When the sun warms up, I become as light as breathing and fly back to my cloud. When there are too many of us in the cloud, we fall back to the ground. And in winter I become a snowflake. I really like this outfit. But my dream is to hit the rainbow. Not every droplet gets this opportunity.

They sat on a piece of paper and talked. The droplet talked about different countries which she visited. Then the spider showed how he was happily jumping on his web, and they jumped together. But then the droplet began to decrease.

“I have to go,” she said.

What a pity,” the spider was upset, “we had so much fun.”

“When I’m in these parts, I’ll definitely visit you,” the droplet promised.

The sun was hot, and the droplet disappeared, turning into steam. The little spider sighed and sat down on the leaf. Suddenly he saw a real rainbow. It was very beautiful. Millions of small drops sparkled and shimmered in the sun. And then he recognized his familiar droplet. She waved her hand at him. The spider also waved to her, he was very happy for his friend.

Let short good bedtime stories will become a good tradition and will bring you and your baby closer.