01:25 The Prince from a fairy tale | |
| The Prince from a fairy tale (story) A girl who did not stand out from the rest, the same skinny, black, and unusually cheerful girls, she was distinguished by the fact that she believed in a fairy tale and in a prince. As a child, she imitated cartoon princesses, putting a variety of headscarves on her head, and almost always dropping her jet-black hair on her shoulder, without gathering it into a bun. Her mother, instead of bringing her daughter into reality, approved of her various princely whims. She was proud of the fact that it was her daughter who was called "Jasmine" or "Ariel", So from an early age she allowed her daughter to use cosmetics for adults, and she certainly demanded that her daughter paint her thin, oval face white. "All princesses are blonde," she claimed. Her daughter will never know why all the princesses are blonde, and will die with a firm opinion that Princess Jasmine is an Englishwoman who speaks English. The whims of "her majesty" sometimes upset the younger brother, who at first did not notice anything wrong with children's amusements and Indian dances, which were performed almost at every visit of guests, and then, growing up, he noticed that his sister was still dancing these princely dances and holding her nose above others -he began to reproach her at every step. The sister's antics sometimes reached discord in the family, and ended with the younger brother constantly receiving advice from his mother not to meddle in someone else's life. "Yes, she is not a stranger to me, I am ashamed that she still remains arrogant while waiting for the prince," he shouted. One day, the most persistent of her fans, and because of his persistence, who received the nickname "Drill", asked who she was waiting for, if it was a prince in a white horse. She looked haughtily into his round face, which shone in the light, said with confidence: "He is better than any prince" Her friends even knew what he looked like, and could not find which famous person he looked more like. "Don't waste your time, it's just that you've never met him, and you won't, because he's all mine," she said, and added with a smile that they would see him at her wedding. The amazing thing is that the prince who lived in her imagination never changed in age and beauty. The girl who wore princess nicknames eventually gained a little weight, became tall, and changed her gait, but these changes and the fact that the cavaliers gradually began to move away from her did not affect the prince, who lived in the girl's imagination. On the contrary, over the years he has become more and more native and beautiful. Sometimes it happened that the girl sometimes wanted to change something in him, for example, his long, even nose like a European, or black hair like an Arab, or even his physique, which almost always remained unchanged due to the fact that the girl loved slim. But then she discarded her changes due to the fact that it is difficult for her to recognize her lover who has changed, that she was so used to him initially that even if he were real, she would never want to see him in this form. And so, she lived, ignoring the real guys who claimed that she would remain an old maid if she did not come to her senses. But, at first, she perceived these advices as reproaches, then threats, and a little later, finding out for herself that they felt sorry for her, and out of pity they all say this, she strictly forbade discussing her personal life and her personal opinion. "He exists," she shouted, "And one day I will see him." Indeed, she saw him once when she went to her niece Merjen's wedding. She was crazy with joy that her "highly esteemed" aunt had arrived, and honored with her presence personally, since her aunt rarely went out to people, namely to weddings. She introduced her to her fiancé before the wedding. When she saw her niece's fiancé, she gasped. She felt dizzy, and small white stars appeared in her eyes like will-o'-the-wisps, and decorated the appearance of the groom so effectively that she almost shed tears from surprise. "My God, this is..." She remained silent, unable to compose her sentence completely, and intelligently as befits her Highness. For that, her niece is overcome with delight that her aunt is crying from what she saw, told how they met. The groom, who was standing next to the bride, only shook his head in confirmation, and continued to look at his bride's aunt with a smile. At that time, she was already in the status of an old maid, as evidenced by the wrinkles around her eyes, and because a girl who did not marry until she was twenty-five is considered an old maid, and she was thirty-two. "I've been waiting for you," said her innocent smile, and the groom, in response to her, also smiling, said: "Come to my wedding," and they said goodbye. The girl who wore princess nicknames, and imitated them all her life, could not understand why her prince turned out to be a stranger. "After all, he lived in my imagination, and how could he be realized by someone else?" she thought indignantly, making coffee almost every morning, and discovered that after this incident, the prince from her imagination was slowly fading away. He is becoming more and more a stranger because, imagining him again, she began to think about her niece, about the one who does not know how to dress fashionably, who wears absolute bad taste, and does not even pluck her own mustache, which is noticeable by small black hairs on the surface of the upper lip. At first, she tried not to believe in reality, and flattered herself with thoughts that she was imagining everything from loneliness, and that he did not look very much like her prince. But then, returning to the circle of memories, she realized that her niece's husband was her prince. From that moment, the countdown in her life began. If earlier she tried to get out of oblivion someone who doesn't really exist, then now she had to turn him into fiction. She was forced into oblivion. This deliberate "loss of memory", the loss of someone you love, changed her consciousness. She often began to confuse the names of things, after which she forgot them completely. The world, of course, did not immediately become alien and empty for her, but it was separating from her every moment. The proposal to marry came, precisely, at a time when she was almost "unconscious" living in her empty world. Accepting the offer of fate, she began to find what she had lost, and laughed at times about the fact that "only in this way would she agree to marry a 'mere mortal' BAGUL ATAYEVA | |
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