A romantic story to your girlfriend before bedtime. Beautiful short bedtime stories

Since childhood, I love fairy tales. Probably the most beloved of them: Azerbaijani - there are so many feelings and romance in them that I wanted to listen to each of them to the end. Now I have grown up, and the love for mysterious magical stories has remained with me.

Fairy tales are such uncomplicated stories that are described in a special language, as if you were little. But from this you are not at all offended, because it seems that you and the author have some kind of extraordinary secret, which you will surely be told 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 he just didn't want to admit it to himself?).

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. So it is with any "magic" story. Of course, there are many different epithets, metaphors and "little" exaggerations in it, but its very essence is always very true.

Reading or listening to any fairy-tale stories, we, imperceptibly for ourselves, involuntarily plunge into their plot. It develops imagination in us, makes us think.

My fairy tales are very romantic and, perhaps, someone will 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 instills in a person hope for the best, makes him take a closer look at the world around him. Indeed, in life there are so many interesting, inexplicable and very, very touching.

And now we settle down and plunge into the magical world of romantic fairy tales, where any obstacles can be surmounted on the way to the fulfillment of our most cherished desires.

Small bright star

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

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

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

You smile at my words - and my heart starts beating even harder.

I am grateful to you that so suddenly burst into my life, 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 was a small, but very bright star.

She was so beautiful - almost brilliant in appearance.

She really liked to appear in the sky when the sun went down the horizon. She believed she was of immense benefit by illuminating the Earth at night. Although her friends, who were next to her next to in the sky, and took it for granted.

The star tried very hard to shine brighter than anyone, except, of course, 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 the lost evening traveler find his way home. Or if some man could not sleep - he had the opportunity to admire her through the window, hoping for something good, deep in his hidden thoughts.

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

She began to ponder what had saddened her so much.

And then a small bright star realized that she was very sorry for a beautiful girl with golden-red silky hair. Every evening the little girl watched as the girl sat on the windowsill, turning her sad eyes 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 will die ... - her friends were saddened.

- But I will be of great benefit! She answered happily.

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

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

The asterisk's act was not in vain - the wish of the stranger soon came true ...

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

Who knows, maybe it is she who will be able to fulfill some of your innermost desires, Darling ...

* * *

You are already asleep, My Beauty ... I will kiss you on 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 dream ...

Sweet Dreams, my angel!..

Little New Year's Miracle

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

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

It seemed that they 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 have passed since he left, slamming the door loudly - she then jumped up at the sound.

Because of what they quarreled, you can't remember. You know, it happens “to smithereens” you quarrel with your beloved, firmly believing that, of course, HE is to blame. But, then, some time passes and you do not fully understand: “What was that?” So Lilya was now in the same condition. She would be glad to be the first to apologize, only he does not answer phone calls, and no one opens his house. But the girl reassured herself that she at least tried to rectify the situation.

Now she was sitting alone in the apartment, which THEY were decorating together with such tenderness and love. She did not want to go to celebrate the New Year with friends, because this holiday was very personal for her ...

She and Dan met a week before New Years, when she was in 5th grade. Lilya was going home with her friends that day after school. The girls had fun communicating, sharing their expectations of what they will give to whom for the holiday. Suddenly, the girl suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head from a blow with a blunt object, and her head quickly began to grow cold. Lilya lost her balance and fell. Next to her, a snowball drowned in a snowdrift, finally peeling off the top of her head.

Suddenly, next to her was a tall, handsome boy with light brown hair and honey-colored eyes.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you,” he said, guiltily dropping his black fluffy eyelashes.

Lilya from confusion could neither move nor say anything in response. Then the guy held out his hand to her, prudently freeing her from the snow-covered glove and said:

- Let me help you up.

Lily's girlfriends giggled and whispered to each other, circling the formed couple in a circle.

“My name is Denis, but my friends call me Dan,” said the young man, helping the girl to shake off the snow from her clothes.

“And I’m Lily,” she finally managed to answer.

The young man volunteered to help the girl, who suffered from his snowball, by taking her home and to make sure that everything was fine with her. Lilya said goodbye to her envious girlfriends, and Dan said goodbye to the boy with whom he played.

- How does such a lovely and fragile person manage to lug such a heavy backpack? - the guy was surprised, picking up her things.

Lilya loved to study and every day she took with her to school all the books she might need. She considered it completely normal.

“If it’s very hard for you, I can carry it myself,” the girl answered resentfully and tried to take her backpack away from him.

“No, it won't give me much difficulty,” Dan said, grabbing her hand with his free hand.

The girl felt that she was beginning to blush from his sudden touch. The guy, seemingly sensing this, gently lowered her hand ...

So young people walked through the snow-covered city, talking in general terms about themselves. Lilya was not verbose because she was still embarrassed. She felt a little dizzy, but she no longer knew: the reason for this was the snowball that hit her or this beautiful boy walking beside her.

From a conversation with Dan, the girl learned that he is in the 8th grade of her school, loves to create beautiful ice figures in winter, and when it gets warmer, he carves his masterpieces out of wood.

“Probably, his creations are amazingly beautiful, like himself,” Lily thought, and again realized that she was starting to blush.

Dan smiled as he looked at the girl, and when they approached her house, he said:

- So this is where such a beautiful, a little embarrassed and very touching girl lives!

Lilya felt that her face was beginning to blush entirely.

- You drive me into paint ... - she answered timidly.

“Wait, this is just the beginning.” He smiled a sly smile. - Besides, you have a healthy blush to your face.

Parting, they agreed that from that day on, he would accompany her home after school every time.

The remaining days before the New Year, young people spent practically without parting. Lilya gradually began to get used to the beautiful compliments of this amazing guy and began to tell him more about herself. The more they got to know each other, the closer they became. It seemed that they were always together, and the time, before meeting him, simply did not exist in the girl's life.

Years passed, and young people constantly managed to find something new and interesting in each other. They had already grown up, life went on as usual. Lilya was already in her final year at the University of Art, and Dan opened his own antique firm. Only their New Year's tradition did not change: before the stormy celebration of the holiday, they went outside and played snowballs - only they did it tenderly, in a kind way. And somehow they were always lucky on snowy winter days ...

Lilya was distracted from her memories by the loud rumbling of a fluffy white Persian kitten, which was basking in her arms. Dan gave it to her about a month ago, they called him Snow. The girl smiled at this warm little lump, which was only 3 months old.

The eyes of this creature seemed to say: “Calm down, everything will definitely be fine. Today is a magical evening and you can count on your Little Miracle. ”

Having cheered up a little, the girl tidied herself up and checked if everything was ready for the festive dinner.

"This time there won't be too many dishes: only the most favorite".

When she finished serving the table, she noticed that she had arranged the cutlery, as if there would be two to celebrate the New Year: “Me and ...”.

Sighing sadly and brushing aside not to plunge into memories again, she decided to leave the extra devices in their places.

“What if they come in handy…” - for some reason she thought.

Looking at her watch, the girl noticed that it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.

“During this time, Dan and I… always went outside and played snowballs,” she almost burst into tears. - Well, okay, this time I'll go there myself. And I would not hurt to get some air. "

Waving her hand to Snow, putting on a warm fur coat and putting on boots, she quickly went down the steps.

The weather was wonderful outside. The sky was clear and starry, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. Everything around seemed somehow magical in the lights of street lamps. Lilya took a deep breath of the fresh frosty air and turned into the park, which was located not far from the house.

In some places, noisy joyful cries of the youth who had already begun to celebrate were heard. Passing a small clearing, Lilya felt that something hit her lightly from her back, and cold snow began to fill her collar. The girl turned around, peering into the darkness, and was already ready to shout at the offender:

"Nobody dares to throw snowballs at me, nobody but ..."

- Defend yourself, - someone shouted from the darkness, throwing another portion of snow into it.

“… Nobody but… Dan,” the girl finished her thought, deftly dodging a new attack.

Dan stepped out of the gloom, smiling slyly. Lilya, without hesitation, threw herself into his arms.

“Forgive me,” the girl said quietly, clinging tightly to his chest.

“And forgive me,” the young man replied, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“I was so worried… I don’t even know why it all happened… I’m so sorry… I…

The girl did not have time to finish, as Dan covered her mouth with his hand.

- I was also very wrong ... Only in separation from you I realized that my love for you is a thousand times stronger than I thought before. Moreover, this business trip ... It made me be even further away from you ...

Lilya wanted to tell him something else, but he stopped her.

- You're starting to freeze. Let's go home or we'll skip everything. It's already half past eleven! And Snow is his first New Year.

Dan grabbed a couple of bags from the tree. Winking at the girl in response to her curious look, he hurried towards the house, holding her hand tightly.

When they entered the apartment, the kitten was already impatiently waiting for them at the door, as if afraid that they would be late. It seemed that he was not at all surprised to see again together the two people most dear to him.

They had barely had time to undress and open the champagne when an antique clock in another room began to chime 12 o'clock.

“For your newfound love,” Dan said, bringing his glass to the girl.

“For our love and for being together again,” said Lilya quietly.

Snowball settled comfortably on the girl's lap and meowed contentedly.

Young people talked for a long time about their ardent feelings for each other. They were happy and now both were sure that it was FOREVER ...

Delicious dessert

Alika got a job as an illustrator almost immediately after graduation. She was infinitely happy with this event - after all, this is exactly what she always wanted to do.

Ever since childhood, she has always drawn beautiful pictures that were on the walls, notebooks, albums, napkins - on everything that unconsciously came into her hands. Alika was glad that her obsessive hobby would now benefit someone. Now she could draw pictures for book covers and their interiors. Others liked her work very much, some approached her and praised her personally. In general, the girl was satisfied with both her position and the close-knit team.

And when, after a while, a new cafe “Delightful Dessert” was opened next to her firm, Alika was simply delighted. After all, sweets are her second favorite pleasure, right after work.

It was a special cafe: everything about it was somehow extraordinary. The building itself was in the form of a dome, the entrance to it was dignified by an arch with two elaborate columns. The interior design of Delightful Dessert was even more unusual: the entire interior was focused on the play of light and shadow. The dome of the ceiling resembled the sky, and skillfully made lighting created the illusion of clouds, stars, sunbeams, falling snow or dripping rain. The “weather” in this cafe has always been the exact opposite of the actual weather outside. That is, if it was a cloudy winter day outside, then there was a starry summer night in this room. Even the tablecloths on round tables changed depending on her: the color of ripe cherries, young grass, golden, deep blue, intriguing purple.

On the walls of "Delightful Dessert" were very unusual paintings in fancy frames. Some of the tables had “sweet” images in the form of toys and various decorations (rings, brooches). Near the other tables were photographs of cocktails with "dizzying" splashes, which created an overall picture of unreality and, at the same time, some kind of simple naturalness. There were also pictures of huge cakes in the form of stunning doll houses. And the drawn pictures of desserts in the form of forest glades simply excited the imagination with their “fabulousness”. Near Alika's favorite table were coffee-themed photographs with splashes of milk in white cups on a black background.

The menu in this institution also did not lag behind in its ingenuity from everything else. What was not here: “Tarte Tatin” apple and caramel pie, delicious “Magically delicious cheesecakes” with marzipan decorations, fried ice cream, “Waiting for the paycheck” cookies, “Winter's Tale” dessert, light as a cloud and fast as a deer. Moreover, the ingredients of your favorite dishes changed periodically. For example, a banana sorbet made from sugar syrup and fruit juice on one day could have been made with champagne or wine the other day. You never know what the surprise will be tomorrow! Moreover, all dishes were prepared in a certain quantity. Each time a dish of the day was chosen, the portions of which were larger than the others. And if the visitor got the latter, then he could choose a “delicious dessert” the next day. There was something childishly funny and funny about it!

Alika has already tasted almost all the desserts in this cafe since its opening. But most of all she loved the triple chocolate cheesecake and “Tarte Tatin” - these dishes the girl often ordered when she came here for lunch.

Today she had a bad day - she still couldn't think of a cover for a new book. Everything that came to her mind seemed somehow dull and expressionless. With a sad expression on her face, she sat down at her favorite table. The “weather” in the cafe was rainy, although at that time the sun was shining brightly outside.

Just like the state of my soul, she thought.

Already beginning to absentmindedly paint the napkin on the table, Alika ordered herself a piece of triple chocolate cheesecake. She was very surprised when the waiter told her that today this dish is “a delicious dessert” and that her portion is the last one. Such an event happened to the girl for the first time, and she was in some confusion.

“Don't rush with your choice of“ dessert ”for tomorrow,” the waiter reassured her. - You can think about it while eating.

Alika was left alone at her table. She was slightly confused: all her thoughts were confused.

- Can I have a “light” with you? - a pleasant male voice interrupted her reflections.

Alika looked at the stranger who asked her a question. He was a tall, handsome young man with golden hair and dark green eyes. In all his appearance, greatness was felt and, at the same time, some kind of simplicity.

“He has a very beautiful smile,” the girl thought when the guy smiled, waiting for her answer.

“Yes, of course,” she said. - I just scored one place for you.

- Well, how can I leave a person to fend for themselves in such a crowded place? .. There are so many people that there is nowhere to sit directly.

- You are my savior! - the young man supported her, sitting down opposite. - By the way, I'm Roman.

- And I am Alika.

“What a rare and beautiful name,” said a new acquaintance. - I am sure that this should belong to a very extraordinary person with many hidden talents.

Next to their table was a small glass partition, on which drops of "rain" flowed down. The girl automatically looked at her reflection, which was clearly visible in the dim lighting. Light brown short hair revealing a graceful neck. Large almond-shaped dark blue eyes with fluffy black eyelashes, like a doll's. A graceful fragile figure, like an elf.

"I somehow look fabulous today!"

- Yes, I am! - Alika smiled coquettishly. - Only my talents are not hidden at all ...

- I really hope to find out about them.

- May be…

A waiter came up to the table with their orders. He asked the girl if she had decided on the main course for tomorrow. Alika chose “magic” cheesecakes, which smelled so appetizing in Roman’s plate. The girl was asked to formalize her wish in a beautiful old book. She had a whole page at her disposal, so she added a pile of cheesecakes to her inscription, which a pretty jug poured with jam on top. The waiter smiled sweetly at this idea and added a gift “surprise treat” to its menu.

“Now, if you will allow me, I need to photograph you,” he said politely. - We attach all the photos of the “lucky ones” to the “Wish Book”, we give the second copy to the owner ... If you want, a young man can join you ...

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 a magic fairy. She lived in a neighboring house. At the same time, it seemed that she lived in a different world, because she was so close on the one hand, and so far away on the other. Always well-groomed, beautiful, graceful, self-confident. Her gait made people turn around. She was envied, admired and admired. She was adored by children, neighboring grandmothers, and every passer-by 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, she was a Persian cat. His name was Mouse, he was almost a black yard cat, he was five years old. Mouse's owners were constantly at work, so he spent days on the street. He ate grass, climbed trees, chased mice in the basement, slept in the sun, marked his territory, chased strangers away. Mi did not go out very often. She was looked after by a whole family. The grandmother and her granddaughter often accompanied Mi, as if the queen. They went out with her, left her on the bench and went to the store or school. And Mi followed them with a contemptuous look, trying to make it clear that she was already tired of their excessive care. She herself is able to take care of herself. Mi gracefully stretched out and began to lick her fur. She gently stepped on the green grass, smelled flowers, walked on fences or curbs. She was often molested 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.
- Aren't you afraid to be left alone? - once asked Mi her friend the red cat Lika.
- 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, which will have forty people.
The two cats laughed at the joke and went for a walk around the yard. Mouse overheard their conversation and there was hope in his soul. He suddenly realized that the beautiful and beautiful Mi was free and even waiting for her prince. And even if Mouse is small and black, even if his owners have a tiny apartment, let them feed him not with delicacies, but with porridge and borscht, because he can be the best for Mi.

A Tale of Love: How Mouse Called Me

The next day, Mouse walked up to Mee, sniffed her beautiful fur, and then introduced himself. At first, he wanted to immediately declare his serious intentions, but then he got confused and could not utter a word. But the cat could not retreat either. He just smiled and looked with loving eyes into Mi's eyes so that she had to turn away embarrassedly. Mouse tried without words to make her feel that now he will always be there. In the evening he chased away other people's cats from Mi and told them that this cat was his. The next day, he brought a mouse for her from the basement. He spent his nights under the balcony of the lady of his heart. At the same time, for several months he uttered only a couple of words. He could not speak when the perfect cat, like an angel, was nearby. And he could not be near, because this fragile and graceful kitty could be harmed by someone else at any moment.
One autumn day, Mouse was sitting by a tree and saw Mee, who came out of the entrance. She slowly walked over to 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 will do it.
- But I'm a yard cat. Your coat is perfect, and there are fleas in my. You are beautiful and I am skinned.
- You are skinned because you fought with cats who wanted to offend me. And he got me mice to entertain me.
- Come on, won't you go home today? I will steal you for a few days and show you the city at night.
- I read short stories about love and all the time I was waiting for you to steal me. Finally it happened.

So Mouse realized that words often mean nothing. But actions speak volumes. With his silent stubbornness, 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.

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Bedtime story

Once upon a time there was Sultan Gzhamid, the master of a huge state, which stretched from the coast of the sea to the endless desert. The Sultan was only thirty-five years old. His hair was black and straight, his eyes so dark that the pupil from the rainbow could not be distinguished. The sun painted his body the color of dark chocolate. Chest, shoulders and arms are overgrown with thick dark hair.
Having occupied the throne, Jameed became the absolute ruler of all his subjects. Instantly he could turn a person into a rich man, or he could turn him to death.
And so the Sultan sits on the throne, drumming impatiently with his fingers. Before him, the grand vizier bent down in obeisance. Gzhamid asks his advisor:
- What else do you intend to torment me with?
- There was a messenger from Pesia, the most luminous gentleman. He brought you gifts.
The Sultan casually nodded his head and the vizier hastened to introduce the Persian guest.
The sultan in a silver-blue robe, wide trousers and black boots settled himself on the throne more comfortably and waved his hand to make the messenger straighten up.
- It’s a pity for the time, get down to business immediately.
- Your Majesty, I brought you gifts from Pesia. These are wonderful things that I think you will enjoy.
He clapped his palms twice and four slaves entered the hall, each of whom was carrying a large red basket. The envoy unrolled in front of the lord a magnificent Persian carpet of wondrous beauty, on which the slaves began, in turn, to lay precious stones and adornments. Soon an impressive mound of diamonds, emeralds and rubies formed on the carpet. There were also opals and crystal of various colors and shapes.
Another slave bent down at the messenger's feet and opened his basket. The messenger, like a magician, began to take out more and more rolls of silk and toss them onto the precious stones laid on the carpet.
- Excellent! Thank Shah Percia on my behalf. These are, indeed, very valuable gifts.
- That's not all. I have another gift, which in its value is not even comparable to what is here.
The guest clapped his palms three times, and the slaves left the hall. A minute later they entered again, holding in front of them a stretched curtain of red silk, laced with silver thread. Finding themselves directly in front of the Sultan, they lowered the screen, behind which was hiding a small figure, completely covered with multi-colored silk covers.
- This gift, I hope, will bring your Majesty the greatest sincere joy.
He began to remove one cover after another and stopped only when he reached the cover made of silver material, which hid the figure from head to toe.
- If your Majesty dictates that all the courtiers leave us, then your eyes will be able to enjoy the beauty that I brought you.
The Sultan nodded his head in agreement and the vizier immediately ordered everyone to leave the hall. Only he, the sultan and the messenger remained, who with a theatrical gesture tore off the last cover. Before the eyes of those who remained, a girl appeared. The lower part of her face was covered with pendants made of pure gold. Otherwise, she was completely naked.
The sultan stood up and looked closely at the girl. Her skin, which had never seen the sun, was clean and without the slightest blemish. The small, ripe breasts looked very appetizing. High thighs smoothly turned into long, slender legs. The hair between the legs is shaved off, and the swollen lips are bared. The girl stood motionless, except for her palms, which trembled finely.
- I want to see her face, - said the Sultan, having seen enough of the beautiful girlish body.
The messenger threw back her head a little, which until now had been tilted calmly forward, and removed the last object of the toilet. Although the girl stood with her eyes downcast, the sultan noticed that they were blue, unusual for their edges. Blond waves of hair hugged a frail figure. Her face was as beautiful as her body.
“She never left the female half of the palace in Pesia, your majesty. It was specially prepared for you by one of our eunuchs, but no one told her how to make love. We decided that you yourself would teach her this art with great pleasure.
- What is your name? - asked the Sultan.
- Sirena, oh sovereign, - the girl answered barely audibly.
- Do you want to serve me?
“Oh yes, my lord.
- Are you afraid of me?
It was evident that the girl hesitated, not knowing how to answer, but after a second she still said:
“Yes, my lord.
The Sultan laughed out loud.
- At the very least, you are not a liar. Well, look at me! - he said.
Sirena raised her eyes and for the first time looked at the Sultan. Her face was filled with fear and tremendous tension.
The Sultan chuckled contentedly. Demonstration to a girl of his power is as enjoyable as teaching her to play love games.
- Is it true that she is still a girl? - he asked the messenger.
“Yes, my lord. She is completely innocent. And I hope you enjoy it.
- Of course, she will like it, - the sultan turned to the vizier.
- Take her to the women. Let them prepare it. You will bring her to me this evening.
In the evening of the same day, the naked Sirena was brought to the Sultan. She was very surprised because they were not left alone. Four slaves stood next to the Sultan, and at the opposite wall were two girls who watched and whispered among themselves. All were completely naked, like herself.
The slaves pushed her into the middle of the room and closed the doors. The girl bowed deeply and froze, not knowing what to do next.
“Come here,” the Sultan called to her.
Walking finely with her bare feet on the carpet, she approached the chair in which Vladyka was sitting. She really wanted to cover her naked chest, but she did not dare.
- Do you know what happens between a man and a woman in bed? - asked the sovereign.
Her only answer was a blush that spread all over her body. Then the sultan snapped his fingers, and the two slaves took off his robe.
- Look at me. Have you ever seen a naked man?
Again, instead of answering, there was silence.
He took in his hand his long, already erect phallus.
- With this help, I will open your love gate today. But first you have to learn how to deal with it properly.
He snapped his fingers again, beckoning one of the girls:
- Anyuta, come here! I want to show Sirena how a man and a woman should love each other. Prepare me.
Anyuta knelt down in front of the Sultan and took his revived penis in her mouth. At first she only sucked him, and then began to massage gently with pursed lips. The girl repeated the movements back and forth until the member of the Sultan straightened out to its full length. At the sight of such a powerful erection on the back of Sirena, murashki ran through. "He won't fit in me," she thought dreadfully.

Now show what you have learned. Caress him yourself.
Sirena hesitated.
- Understand that when I give a prikaz, it must be executed immediately! Clear?
The girl nodded her head.
- For this time I forgive you, but if you hesitate even once, then I will punish you.
Sirena knelt in front of the Sultan and looked at his huge penis.
- Do not be afraid, touch him, - said the sultan, - then take him in your mouth, as Anyuta did now.
Sirena lightly touched the penis with her fingers, then put her whole hand on it. She was filled with desire to serve the master, but at the same time she was too frightened. The girl trembled, and pulled back, looking at the Sultan. He silently cast an expressive glance at one of the slaves. Sirena turned her head in the same direction and saw that he was holding a whip in his hand, which, without any doubt, he would use at the first order of the sovereign.
- I see you understand everything. Then do what you are told.
She again took the phallus in her hand, nervously licked her lips and lightly touched them to the strained head. She felt how the Sultan trembled as she thrust his penis deep into her throat. Sirena even tilted her head a little, freeing up more room in her mouth. After several movements, the sultan grabbed her by the hair, throwing her head back.
- I see you quickly grasp science, - he said rather. Raising her and lowering his hand down, the sovereign thrust his finger between the exposed folds of skin on her bosom. The girl remained dry, but this did not surprise the Sultan. He was patient, Sirena was worth holding back and leading her through all the difficulties of love science.
- Now look at what sexual intercourse between a man and a woman looks like. Anyuta, I want you. Get ready!
Now she lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide. Then she put her hand between them and showed that, unlike Sirena, she was already ready to receive the monarch's phallus.
Sirena involuntarily wanted to look away, but suddenly felt how the Sultan's fingers grabbed her hair and forced her to turn her head to the side of the bed.
- You should carefully study how this is done in order to quickly master all the wisdom.
The Sultan bent over Anyuta's body and began to suck her nipples. Gradually, the mistress became more and more aroused, and the sultan's head sank lower and lower. In the end, his caressing tongue reached the intimate triangle. Sirena saw him licking the love juice flowing from there, thrusting his shameless tongue into the most secluded corners of her body.
The Sultan looked at Sirena and said:
- I will take care of my penis for you, my dear, as pleasure can be given without using it.
He turned to Anyuta and began to massage her swollen clitoris with his tongue even more furiously. Sirena did not know where to hide her eyes from shame, but gradually the sight began to capture her more and more. While the Sultan's tongue licked Anyuta, his palms squeezed her sensual chest. Then he changed his rhythm, moving from licking movements with his tongue to quick, light strokes with his help. Suddenly he buried his tongue to its full depth in the girl's crack, making her scream loudly, which meant the onset of an orgasm.
The Sultan stood up and looked at Sirena.
- Have you seen what pleasure a woman can experience?
“Yes, my lord.
- Do you want me to love you in the same way? Such caresses will give me great pleasure, but it will not be real intercourse yet. But I'll take you later, in some other way.
Sirena took a deep breath. To her surprise, she realized that she really wanted to test herself in Anyuta's place. But in response, she whispered, barely audibly:
“I want you to be pleased, my lord.
- Then go to bed.
Sirena stretched out on the bed. She was already beginning to feel itching between her legs, moisture that was released with every movement. The Sultan slowly bent down and tasted her love nectar.
“Okay, you’re ready to accept me,” he said with a satisfied smile. - But now I will show you entertainments that are just as suitable for those who are just learning to give and receive pleasure.
With his long fingers, he parted his lips between her thighs, and then violently and passionately began to lick her. Feeling the growing excitement, he stretched out his hands and took, gently squeezed his tight nipple with his fingers. Sirena breathed faster, sharply feeling how the Sultan's tongue twisted her flesh, and his teeth bite her a little, and his fingers rhythmically caress and rub the hardened nipples on the chest. After some time, she was already shaking her head in complete unconsciousness, and her body was shaken from convulsions. Feeling in her depths the language of the Sultan, she cried out loudly and drowned in an orgasm.
With a quick movement, the Sultan lay down on the bed next to Sirena and pulled in on himself, hooking him from below by the thighs. He opened her hips and planted the slimy body on his sharp stake.
- I want to see your boobs over my face.
Then he took her hand by one of the nipples and pulled gently towards himself so that she bent down, hanging an appetizing weight right above his lips. Raising his head a little, he caught one of the nipples with his mouth and began to caress it.
He loved her until he felt his penis explode, spilling his Majesty into millions of dazzling suns.

Once upon a time there were Ivan Tsarevich and Vasilisa the Beautiful. Everything was good with them. Ivan Tsarevich served in the service, and Vasilisa the Beautiful was busy around the house and doing needlework. Vasilisa the Beautiful was good to everyone - she was beautiful and smart, she cooked, and kept the house in order, and did various handicrafts. Only Ivan Tsarevich did not give it.

No matter how much Ivan Tsarevich asked, he does not give and that's it. Maybe she had a pain there, or maybe there was no hole at all. Nobody knows this now. Or maybe she just did not like this business.
It was hard for Ivan Tsarevich because of this, but there was nowhere to go, because Vasilisa was his legitimate wife. And eventually he forgot about this case.
How much or how little time has passed - I don’t know. Yes, only trouble came to their kingdom. Serpent-Gorynych got into the habit of ruining villages in the Kingdom.
Then the good fellows gathered to drive the Snake away, and put Ivan Tsarevich in charge. And they went to look for the Serpent. We walked for a long time. Half of the troops were at a loss. They reached one village, but only the broken stoves remained from the village. They see the Serpent-Gorynych sitting outside the village in the field, waiting for them.
As the good fellows of the Snake saw, they were frightened. Who fled where, but buried behind the bumps. Only Ivan Tsarevich remained in the field opposite the Serpent-Gorynych.
And they began to fight not for life but to the death. Only Ivan Tsarevich sees - he cannot defeat the Serpent. The strength is already running out. He began to slowly retreat to the forest. And then the evening had already come. Then Ivan Tsarevich decided to wait out the night in the forest, and then return back for a new army.
He began looking for a place to sleep and wandered into a swamp. And where it does not go - everywhere is swamp. How can he not get out.
Ivan Tsarevich was completely displeased. And the Snake did not win, and even got lost in the swamp. He felt very bad. He sat down on a bump and hung his head.
Suddenly he hears a thin voice: Ivan Tsarevich warm me up, take a deep breath.
He began to look around and saw a frog sitting on a hummock and looking at him.
Who are you - asks Ivan Tsarevich.
The frog is green - she answers. I want affection and warmth, and this is the case.
You'd better get me out of the swamp, the green one - Ivan Tsarevich tells her - I'm really bad.
I will, but on condition: love me as I am, green and cold.
But how can I love you, you have no holes either.
And you get your farm, I'll open my mouth wider, but plant me deeper.
Ivan Tsarevich was frightened, the frog is cold and green. And suddenly it bites. Or some infection from the swamp I'll pick up.
The frog sees that Ivan Tsarevich is thinking and says: For a long time, you will think - I will gallop off into the swamp.
It was difficult for Ivan Tsarevich to decide, he also remembered Vasilisa the Beautiful, which she had not given him, the Serpent not defeated and decided: come what may, two deaths will not happen, and one cannot be avoided
- Open, he says, the mouth is green.
He put it in her mouth right up to the very bottom. And the frog was just waiting for this - how let's try. Ivan Tsarevich even closed his eyes with pleasure. His seed spilled out, accumulated over the years.
He opened his eyes, satisfied, and instead of a frog, a girl was kneeling in front of him and her cheek pressed against his leg. Ivan Tsarevich stroked the girl's hair.
And she raised her head and said with a gentle smile: Stay with me, the morning is wiser than the evening. Ivan Tsarevich hugged the girl and agreed. And they began to love each other. All the desire that had accumulated in both was poured out. And then, embracing, fell asleep in a sweet dream.
Early in the morning, Ivan Tsarevich got up, straightened his shoulders, and it became easy for him, as if a large stone had been removed from him. He went into the field, took a sword in his hands and defeated the Serpent-Gorynych.
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He and she

There were two of them - He and She. They found each other somewhere and now lived the same life, somewhere funny, somewhere salty, in general, the most ordinary life of two most ordinary happy.

They were happy because they were together, which is much better than being alone.

He carried Her in his arms, lit the stars in the sky at night, built a house so that She would have a place to live. And everyone said: “Why, how can you not love him, because he is an ideal! It's easy to be happy with that! ” And they listened to everyone and smiled and did not tell anyone that She had made Him an ideal: He could not be different, because he was next to Her. This was their little secret.

She waited for Him, met and saw off, warmed their house so that He would be warm and comfortable there. And everyone said: “You bet! How not to carry it on your hands, because it was created for a family. No wonder he is so happy! ” And they just laughed and did not tell anyone that She was created for a family only with Him and only he could be happy in Her house. It was their little secret.

He walked, stumbled, fell, became disillusioned and tired. And everyone said: “Why is He to her, so beaten and exhausted, because there are so many strong and confident around”. But no one knew that there was no one in the world stronger than Him, because they were together, which means they were stronger than everyone else. This was Her secret.

And She bandaged His wounds, did not sleep at night, was sad and cried. And everyone said: “What did he find in her, because she has wrinkles and bruises under her eyes. After all, what should he choose young and beautiful? " But no one knew that She was the most beautiful in the world. Can anyone compare in beauty to the one they love? But that was His secret.

They all lived, loved and were happy. And everyone was perplexed: “How can you not get bored with each other for such a period? Don't you want something new? " And they never said anything. It's just that there were only two of them, and there were many of them, but they were all one at a time, because otherwise they would not have asked about anything. It was not their secret, it was something that cannot be explained, and it is not necessary.

The most beautiful heart

One sunny day, a handsome guy stood in a square in the middle of the city and proudly boasted of the most beautiful heart in the area. He was surrounded by a crowd of people who sincerely admired the impeccability of his heart. It was really perfect - not a dent, not a scratch. And everyone in the crowd agreed that this was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The guy was very proud of this and just beamed with happiness.

Suddenly, an old man came forward from the crowd and said, addressing the guy:
- Your heart in beauty and did not stand close to mine.

Then the whole crowd looked at the old man's heart. It was crumpled, all with scars, in some places pieces of the heart were taken out and in their places others were inserted that did not fit at all, some edges of the heart were torn. In addition, in some places in the old man's heart there was clearly not enough pieces. The crowd stared at the old man - how could he say his heart was prettier?

The guy looked at the old man's heart and laughed:
“You may be joking, old man! Compare your heart to mine! Mine is perfect! And your! Yours is a jumble of scars and tears!
“Yes,” the old man replied, “your heart looks perfect, but I would never agree to exchange our hearts. Look! Every scar on my heart is a person to whom I gave my love - I tore out a piece of my heart and gave it to this person. And he often gave me his love in return - his piece of his heart, which filled the empty spaces in mine. But since the pieces of different hearts do not exactly fit together, so there are torn edges in my heart that I cherish because they remind me of the love that we shared.

Sometimes I gave pieces of my heart, but other people did not return theirs to me - so you can see empty holes in your heart - when you give your love, there is not always a guarantee of reciprocity. And although these holes hurt, they remind me of the love that I shared, and I hope that one day these pieces of my heart will return to me.

Now do you see what true beauty means?
The crowd froze. The young man stood dumbfounded in silence. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He went up to the old man, took out his heart and tore a piece from it. With trembling hands, he held out a piece of his heart to the old man. The old man took his gift and inserted it into his heart. Then, in response, he tore a piece from his beaten heart and inserted it into the hole that had formed in the young man's heart. The piece fit, but not perfect, and some of the edges were protruding and some were torn.

The young man looked at his heart, no longer perfect, but more beautiful than it was before, until the old man's love touched him.
And they embraced each other and walked along the road.

Love tree

She always dreamed of children, a white wedding dress, a loving husband and a happy old age. She hoped that sooner or later happiness would find her by itself. She had many men: beautiful, smart, rich, but for some unknown reason, relations with them always did not end the way she wanted. They all loved her madly - they showered them with flowers, jewels, wrote poetry, but she did not give her love to any of them.

When the relationship came to an end, it was often tragic: some went crazy, others went down to the level of an animal, and still others took their own life altogether. Not understanding why this is happening, the girl went to the tree of love. It was rumored that it helped many to find happiness, and the girl piously believed in this.

In the morning she packed her things and went on the road. It went on for a long time. On the way, there were dense impenetrable forests, swampy fetid swamps, deep and fast rivers, but in spite of everything, she continued on her way. I really wanted to find this tree, no obstacle could stop her.

Many years of wandering passed, and the girl still could not find the tree of love. Years once turned a beauty into a decrepit gray-haired old woman. One day, almost exhausted, she saw a familiar house. Coming closer, she realized that she had returned to the same place from where she began her journey many years ago. The old woman sat down on the porch of a dilapidated house and began to cry.

And suddenly in the middle of the yard she saw a small dry tree. There was not a single leaf on it, the birds did not sit on it, flying past, and the sun did not warm it with its rays. The old woman got up from the porch and went up to him.

I don’t remember planting you, ”the exhausted old woman whispered to herself.
“I remember you,” the tree replied unexpectedly.

The old woman recoiled in fright and, overcoming her fear, stammered, asked:
- Who are you?
- Don't you guess? I am that very tree of love.
- How so?! - the old woman cried out crying. - I went around the whole world in search of you, and you were here all this time ?!
- Stupid woman, I was waiting for you and knew that sooner or later you would return to this very place, but still hoped that this would never happen. Alas…
- Why? I so wanted your help, so dreamed of meeting you! All my hopes were connected with you!
“You were looking not so much for me as for happiness, but all these years you were blind and stupid.
- What are you talking about ?! Look at me, who I have become - an unnecessary old woman for anyone. And all because I once believed in your existence.
- Yes, it's true, but you never believed in the power that raised me. That is why there is only a decrepit, dry tree in front of you. - What power are you talking about?
“I’m talking about the power that you treated with disdain all your life and did not know how to appreciate, when it was disinterestedly shared with you. And if you could reciprocate at least once, you would not be looking for me. If you still don’t understand what I’m talking about, then I can’t help you with anything.

The old woman knelt down, put her head in her hands and cried harder, muttering through her tears:
“You’re talking about love. How stupid I am!
- Yes, about love.
“But… but you know,” the old woman stammered. - I could not love against my will!
- You're wrong. Will has nothing to do with it. You just never wanted love, and did not believe in it. You dreamed of walking in a wedding dress, but not for your husband, but for yourself, for girlfriends and friends, for everyone except him. You wanted a child, but only because you were afraid never to have one; because others had it. Did you want to hear his laughter, crying and see the shine of unintelligent little eyes? No!

You wanted to make a man happy, but not at the moment when he was already next to you, but at the moment when he would have become what you wanted him to be, drawing the image of an ideal, looking well at other people's husbands. You did not want to accept sincere, disinterested care, wanting not to feel obligated, but at the same time imposed your own, selfish, and then hid behind it in the eyes of other people in order to count on understanding in moments of your own mistakes.

During quarrels, you sought solace in the arms of a stranger, while the one who really loved you tormented and suffered, looking for a way to reconciliation, unaware of your betrayals.

You accused others of lying, and you covered your own with it. You never left forever, you left to continue your cruel game with the souls and thoughts of those whose heart still loved you and kept in memory. But, thinking that you are going forward, in fact, you walked in circles, each time returning to the very place from which you began your journey.

And then the old woman realized everything. She did not go around the earth, but lived her life in a circle. There was only one question left in her mind:
- But if there was no love in my life, how then were you born?
- Oh no, the love in your life was ... to yourself! I was born by the love of those you rejected. I didn’t wait for your love.

The last tear dripped down the wrinkled cheek of the old woman. She lay down on the ground next to the tree, closed her eyes tired from tears and ... her heart stopped. The tree bent over the woman, grabbed her with crumbling branches and, together with the body, turned into dust, and did not give rise to new life sprouts.

Rock of tears

In ancient times, there were many orchards on the Black Sea coast, which were owned by one rich prince. He had a daughter - the beautiful Guache. Her favorite place was the seaside rock, which the Circassians later called the Rock of Tears.

After the death of the prince, Guash became the owner of the estate. She hid the treasures that she inherited from her father. Once Guash fell in love with a dzhigit named Dyshek from an aul located in the area of ​​modern Dzhubga. Dzhigit wooed Guash, and she appointed a place from where he was to secretly take her away. It was a rock. She said that it would be possible to find her by the burning fire.

Gouache was waiting for her beloved, but decided to try him for the last time. She put the lamp on the log and pushed it into the sea. Dyshek came to the rock in rich clothes, under which there was chain mail. He understood the cunning of his bride. He went down on horseback to the sea and led him into the water to the fire.

When it got deep, the horse swam, but quickly fizzled out in the waves. And the fire still beckoned.

When the horse went under the water, the horseman only managed to throw off his cloak. He is strong and dexterous, but clothes and chain mail pull to the bottom. So he got to the fire and grabbed him, but he didn't have enough strength to swim back. He loved the beautiful Guache more than anything in life, and he valued honor more than life itself. She saw Gouache, how her beloved rushed into the sea, and how the light went out. She began to wait for his return. And the sea seethed and raged, huge waves crashed against the rock. For a long time, but in vain, the beauty called her fiancé.

Since then, Guache has become quiet, and in the evenings she stood by the cliff, looking into the depths of the sea. There she sang songs and poured rivers of tears. That is why the rock was nicknamed - the Rock of Tears. Once Guache was sitting on a cliff and knitting, but the ball ran away from her down the cliff. Gouache realized that she could not live without her beloved, and threw herself off the cliff into the sea. And the waves buried her there, next to her beloved.

It took a long time. Not a trace remained of the prince's possessions, and the folk memory keeps legends about the treasures and ardent love of Guache and Dysheek. Shepherds say that sometimes groans, crying and sad songs are heard on the rock at night. And every year, on that terrible night when Dyshek died, as if you can see how a horseman comes out of the sea, and a young maiden rushes to him from the cliff, after which everything disappears.

Happiness and love

Where does love go? - the little happiness asked his father.
“She’s dying,” my father replied. People, son, do not cherish what they have. They just don't know how to love!

Little happiness thought: Here I grow up big and start helping people! The years passed. Happiness has grown and become greater. It remembered its promise and tried its best to help people, but people did not hear it. And gradually Happiness began to turn from big into small and stunted. It was very scared, as if not to disappear at all, and set off on a long journey to find a cure for its illness.

How long did Happiness go short, not meeting anyone on its way, only it became really bad for him. And it stopped to rest. I chose a spreading tree and lay down. I just dozed off when I heard approaching footsteps.
She opened her eyes and saw: a decrepit old woman was walking through the forest all in rags, barefoot and with a staff. Happiness rushed to her:
- Have a seat. You are probably tired. You need to rest and refresh yourself.

The old woman's legs gave way, and she literally collapsed into the grass. After a little rest, the wanderer told her story with Happiness:
- It's a shame when you are considered so decrepit, but I am still so young, and my name is Love!
- So are you Love ?! Happiness was amazed. But I was told that love is the most beautiful thing in the world!
Love looked at him carefully and asked:
- And what is your name?
- Happiness.
- How is it? I was also told that Happiness should be wonderful. And with that, she pulled a mirror out of her rags.
Happiness, looking at its reflection, burst into tears. Love sat down to him and gently embraced him with her hand.
- What did these evil people and fate do to us? - sobbed Happiness.
- Nothing, - said Love, - If we are together and begin to take care of each other, we will quickly become young and beautiful.

And here, under that spreading tree, Love and Happiness concluded their union never to be separated. Since then, if Love leaves someone's life, Happiness also leaves with it, they do not exist separately. And people still cannot understand this.