Colorful World

Remembering the story that I told in one of the previous “Bluebell’s Song fairy tale” newsletters about a boy who drew a little horse running among the clouds. . . . His small horse was yellow with a bright orange tail, multi-colored round spots on her sides, and large blue eyes. This story has a continuation. . . .

One evening, suddenly, I heard a quiet knock on the door. It was unusual, especially for a new house where neighbors had only started arriving. I opened the door and there was this boy. He looked at me with big blue eyes, handed me a big bright orange and said happily: “I found you! This is for you.” He continued to share the beauty that he has. . .

When I met his mother, she smiled, “He saw you in the window and exclaimed, “There is the aunt who saw my horse!”” This is a fairy tale about the colorful world that is in each of us. . .  Welcome! Olga and the Fairy Tale Team 😊

COLORFUL WORLD

Paper lay on the table and sighed, looking at herself with pleasure from all sides.

“O-oo, how beautiful I am!  I’m so white!” she thought proudly.

She glanced at Colors laying nearby and moved away from them.

“Huddling there, next to me . . . I won’t give anybody even one of my sheets!” she rustled them and moved a little further away. “Some say: ‘Paper is tolerant’ And what?! Draw on my beautiful white sheets?! Humph! Never!”

Colors, of course, heard all and once again complained to their friend Brush, who lived in the same box with them, “Well, Paper is going on again . . . humph! She found something to boast about! What is so great about being white? There is nothing to look at! Blank!”

Paper couldn’t ignore their conversation, “It’s better to be white than to have the spots you and Brush would leave on me!”

“What?! Colors are beautiful! And, they are not spots!” Brush tried to explain, but Paper began to cry out so loudly for her beauty lost, that she heard no one but herself. . . .

At that moment, Sunny Ray peered through the window. He was about to move on but heard the quarrel and stopped.

“Good day,” he smiled.

Paper could not calm down. “Be tolerant . . . be tolerant . . .” she continued to grumble, straightening her sheets.

Sunny Ray listened to Paper, Colors, and Brush and then asked, “Do you know the colors of our World?”

“Of course! They are red, yellow, blue . . .” Colors began.

“Green . . .” Brush supported them.

“White!” Paper announced loudly. She looked around and added, “White is the best!”

“Well . . . those are only titles” answered Sunny Ray thoughtfully and added, “each color is an amazing gift of the World. Do you know which ones?”

“Which?” responded Colors and Brush.

“I don’t see any gifts!” Paper muttered.

“Look out the window . . . see the flowers? What color are they?” asked Sunny Ray.

“Red!” Colors responded confidently.

“There’s the first gift!” Sunny Ray smiled. “Red is the color of empathy, kindness, tenderness. . . . Red gives the World Love. . . . Look, what color have the mushrooms in that basket?”

“Of course, orange! This year Orange Fox boasted that these mushrooms were named after him!” Colors exclaimed.

“Orange gives us the joy of knowing the World, where we live,” continued Sunny Ray.

“Hmm! Why were mushrooms given such a color? I am also smart!” Paper said grumpily.

“Wait . . . look around!” comforted Sunny Ray. “Each color is reminiscent of itself everywhere. They are not separate and do not offend each other. They are friends. Look at how many different shades: pink, crimson, magenta—too many to name! Only together do they make the World beautiful.”

“I’m so . . . just a little . . . actually . . . I do love dandelions!” said Paper shyly, rustling her sheets.

“How beautiful those words sound in which there is no resentment. Well, here you have another color—yellow! Yellow, like the Sun, gives everyone light, joy, and the warmth of a kind smile!” Sunny Ray described. He settled more comfortably on the table edge, and asked Colors, “Do you know the color blue?”

“How can I not know it!” Colors marveled, “Blue is as glorious as our Sky!”

“The bluebells near the fence, and the butterflies that fluttered by yesterday, are also blue!” Paper added thoughtfully.

She was no longer angry but looked with interest out the window, where Summer showed her amazing colorful clothes.

“Blue gives to our World wisdom, boundless as the depths of the clear Sky, and lofty thoughts, free as birds!” continued Sunny Ray.

“Err . . . excuse me . . .  what about green?” Brush asked quietly and added, “I like it so much!”

“Of course! How could we be without green!” smiled Sunny Ray affectionately. “Green gives the joy of inspiration and awakens the talents that everyone in our World has!”

“O-oo! I really like to look at the color green and draw!” Brush exclaimed enthusiastically, then carefully glanced at Paper.

Paper lay quietly on the table, not even moving one of her white sheets. She listened . . .

“I love watching the Sun setting . . .” she said wistfully, sighed, and added, “but Colors don’t have this purple.”

“How is that?!” Colors said excitedly. “If my red and blue mix, we will have purple!”

“Here’s another gift! Purple gives the World faith and hope for the best.” Sunny Ray described, sitting on the table edge and looking into the distance. The evening came and brought with it that same purple color. . . .

Paper rustled her sheets again and then whispered, “And . . . what about white? Is it needed?”

“Of course!” answered Sunny Ray, “How could we be without it? Where else can we see all colors? Only on white!”

Pondering, Paper rustled her sheets again, but not for long. She opened them and said to Colors and Brush, “I don’t mind . . . draw your spots!”

“They’re not just spots . . .” Brush, beginning to respond, stopped in surprise: proud Paper was different!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” Paper said and added, “Paint! I will be happy . . .”

Sunny Ray looked at them and smiled. Then rising up, he disappeared into the Sky. Of course, sunrays have many deeds to do. . . .

Paper was no longer grumpy. She befriended Colors and Brush.

Since then, beautiful paintings have begun to appear on her sheets. Paper is very proud of them, considering them now not just spots, but real and amazing paintings. What is portrayed on them? The World!

In these paintings, Beauty of our World shines in different colors. Which Beauty? Beauty that is always close. . . . Look around! Beauty of our World reminds us of itself! How? From colors. . . .

The book “Happy Home Fairy Tales for children and adults” https://olgaverasen.com/library/

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