White tulips smiled to me, and happiness, delight and a not clear presentiment of magic gifts got through their aroma directly into the heart.

The eyes were closed, and I fell asleep. I woke up in a circle of true and long ago forgotten friends. I looked at everyone and cried with happiness.

- Dears, how long we didn't see each other! I absolutely forgot about your existence. I don't know - why. But you remember how I loved you! You remember how many nights and days I passed away together with you!

My dears! I will surely tell my passengers about you. But, sorry, you know nothing. I constructed a ship with scarlet sails. People sat down on it, we floated to the house of Father. But there was an abnormal zone. We suffered a ship-wreck. And here I remained alone with my life. I don't know who is where. But I need to help Assol.

One of the friends interrupted me:

- Maria, wait. Take your time. At first we will feed you. Sit down with us at that table. Here are your favourite apples of love. After all - you love tomatoes, aren't you? That's you who gave them such name! Then you will tell us all your story in detail, and we will help you.

The friends surrounded me with such tenderness and care that I felt in paradise. The whole evening they were telling me their stories, and I listened and remembered the childhood, youth...

Next day they called a council of elders and declared:

- All should listen carefully to Maria, so not to miss any of her, even fleeting, feeling. Only this way we will be able to understand her and to help Assol.

They patiently listened to me for seven days and seven nights, cried and laughed together with me. All of them understood and worried about my Assol. Their eyes became sad when I spoke about her, a disappointment was drawn in the corners of their lips when I told about Gray. Hatred began to boil in the hearts of the most brave and noble of friends, when I told about Gray's rival in love.

So we passed all Ocean of Feelings and together appeared in the abnormal zone. My friends together with me without fear and reproach went down in the chasm of Death and passed all mirages. They visited the casino, endured the accident, lay on the street of Prague on August, 20 - and we together again appeared in the valley of White Tulips.

Only there was one trouble - the tulips listened together with us and so strongly worried, after all you won't close their ears, and they became red of worry. And now this valley is called a valley of Red Tulips.

The word was taken by the most sensitive friend:

- My dear, I very much love Assol. But I don't know how to help her. Forgive... - and he began to cry.

Then they started to offer most different versions of interesting and clever decisions. But, any of them didn't resolve the problem of the triangle and didn't eliminate the anomaly. After, when I will acquaint you with them, I will tell in detail about all arrived offers. But now - about the main thing.

I retired among the red tulips, and a song's melody suddenly began to sound, at first in whisper, then louder and louder:

"Running on waves, Running on waves, Running on waves... Here is a wave's crest, here is a good luck of lucks! But for many - water is a same executioner. And Frezi only by means of her dream was conquering the ringing surf! Those who suddenly will risk to run on waves And right there disgracefully will go to bottom as a stone - Those desires are empty, and for these dreams wasn't enough of purity! Frezi Grant, Frezi Grant, we would like to have your talent! Run on waves, HELP! HELP! What we have to wish, how we have to dream, To become running on waves, Running on waves?"

My God, I hear you, Frezi. How I could forget of you? Lovely, kind, help. Show where you, come to me!

The song proceeded, and I saw a ship, it was her ship!

"If of former luck thread breaks, If any way we can't reach new tops, We'll remember how on waves Frezi Grant ran To islands, Having jumped suddenly from the ship and having believed her dream, So she ran, didn't sink at all, and moreover as a dawn To everyone who is perishing in the seas she helped..."

I didn't sustain, jumped and rushed towards to Frezi on the ringing surf! It came true! The Miracle came true! I didn't sink! The first time I didn't sink! Frezi, that's you!

We met. She gave me her hand, soft and gentle. I raised my eyes and looked in her face. Surprise, delight and confusion - all mixed up in the ocean.

- Who are you? I know you. You...

- Maria, I am the one that lives in you. You remember: I exist for these for whom I exist.

- I don't understand. But I heard the song about Frezi Grant. You, perhaps, her? Tell me.

- Maria, captain, you remember the Beauty? That was me. You remember she spoke about exclusive transformation? That's it!

- Frezi, dear, you - that's me? Frezi, you are always exist for me, and existed! I need your help

- I know. But I won't be able to help you with Assol until you understand. I help those who wants to help themselves. You remember long ago the Beauty told: "It is necessary to love not oneself in an image, but to love an image in oneself". It was impossible for you. Such happens. After I reincarnated in Frezi. She is closer and more dear to you. And you could do it. After all, did you ran on water? – Frezi Grant smiled, but then suddenly became sad. She looked to the east:

- Look there - a star falls! This is the star of Assol! Quick, we shouldn't be late. We have only one instant!

To be continued!

To be continued!