A book of famouse journalist Maria Karpinskaya is an attempt to connect a world of imagination, or a private world of person with real world. This attempt has succeeded. Today on a border of times and centuries this surprising and magic book gets out. Surprising because it was written by a Woman who has past a colossal way of her soul.
And why is she here with us? Evidently we will learn it slightly later, for the moment let's go, dear reader, to her Magic Country, where all what is written by her suddenly (or not suddenly) begins to become alive. Ahead to meeting with a Teacher who through her father's figure passed us his knowledges of the World, Earth and people on it.
Ahead to her ship, where all of us are passengers, inhabitants of planet Earth! Smooth sailing to you!
A winner of the All-Union and International variety competitions, a winner of the International festival of actor's song of Andrei Mironov, an actress of "The Modern" theatre.
AN OPENED BOOK OF A CHILDHOOD.
Author: Maria Karpinskaya.
Translation: Maya Nikolaeva.
Forty-fifth chapter of the book :
THE ROAD GOES TO THE FATHER
While the Beauty sang, the passengers and friends gathered on her voice. There are so many people! Their faces are so happy! Everyone understood something, visited his country of childhood, got rid of his fears, learned to travel by the ocean of feelings, opened in his soul many strange islands and learned something about the darkness of centuries.
- Now we have nothing to be afraid of! My dears, we head to the house of our Father. Have a pleasant journey! What disturbs you, lady?
- I look for a lost maternal happiness. I want to learn what is a female happiness. I want that my beloved would come to me and said: "I looked for you all my life. I am ready for everything for the sake of you. I want to live only by you. I am ready on a feat". And after he'd say: "I am happy that I live near you. I live for the sake of you. You are my dream".
But he comes, I don't know who, my night guest, spends only one night and leaves. He tells me: "You are like a holiday for me. But I have look for something else". I would tell him: "I so long waited for you. You are my darling". Help me, captain. After all, you are woman, and my name is same as yours.
The Beauty was passing by and sang:
“I didn't open for the night guest,
The door in cage where the soul as bird,
And how could I confess to him,
That in this life I didn't love enough...”
- Don't worry, Maria. Is that your name?
- Better call me - Ale.
- O’key. Everything will happen as you want. But you should go by your way. You understand? Everyone has his way. Go. Be courageous. You will open a woman's happiness in yourself.
- But my sons? They don't want to be worthy. They are complete idiots. I can't accept them.
- Ale, they don't want to be worthy of whom? Love them as blockheads. After all, they are you. And you are them. Call them on the ship. We need such sons.
Rise the anchor! Let's get going! Full speed!
Our ship went with a fair wind. The ocean of feelings bore it directly to our purpose. We floated together with friends, and travel promised a good luck.
Here is it - a treasured coast! Something pricked me under the shovel. A cold edge slashed - and a fog. Unexpectedly the white fog went down as a dense veil. Nothing is visible. The compass ceased to show. The steering refused to operate. We got to an abnormal zone. We got to the Bermuda Triangle. The ships are always vanish here.
- What shall we do, captain? - the ship's boy shouted,
- - that is a dangerous situation. We went off course.
“What to do, what to do?” - As my father used to say, -
“You should sit down and listen to yourself”.
от Жанны Де Арк
от Марии Магдалины
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Я отрекаюсь от этого мира ,
Странник корабль летит в мир иной.
С собою беру только лиру.
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|Самые древние знания об истории человечества и вселенной читай в откровениях Марии.