a fairy-tale for Habib (from 3-d part of a novel WANDERER)
Long-long ago, when you weren’t born yet, in one wonderland there lived a king. He had a son, handsome and courageous. The prince lived in a tower surrounded by beautiful garden. In this garden grew all sorts of trees and the trees were in bloom and bear fruit all year round, so that the Prince and his court never knew hunger. Trees and flowers filled garden with sweet fragrance, colorful birds sang on the branches, the land was covered with a solid carpet of silky grass with patterns of bright colored flowers of unprecedented beauty. Butterflies and dragonflies fluttered from flower to flower. Air has always been clean from the ringing of invisible bells so no one evil creature, no unkind thought or feeling could get along in this cleanness.
The garden was enclosed by a high wall with many gates. Prince could go through any of them, get into another world, and then easily come back. Open one gate and you would enter into the wonderful world of warm sea; try another and would find yourself in a dense forest, among kind animals, who immediately become your friends and comrades in any games, open the third and you would shut your eyes from the blinding light of mountain tops and peaks. The Prince loved to dive into the sea or play and spend all day with his pets, or rush among the stars faster than the wind, or wander through the valleys of the clouds, jumping from cloud to cloud.
But there was one special gate - the golden one - where the father-king strictly forbade him to enter. Prince was an obedient boy.