from Heart to Heart
Happiness lives in the World.
Where? Nobody knows . . . But still,
Happiness lives where we live.
We live in one big Home.
It has no walls, doors, or windows.
Our Home has:
Sky, Sun, Water, Soil . . .
How many inhabitants are in our Home!
Everyone is unique . . .
We all live together!
We are connected by thin invisible ribbons.
We live in one Home-Earth.
Look around . . .
How beautiful is, our Home!
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Where do fairy tales come from? From childhood. . . .
From the warm little porch where I sat with my mother and looked at the sky. From a journey in a forest, where, it seems, every stalk, flower, and butterfly wants to talk with you. The feeling that everything all around is alive—from my childhood.
We understand our parents better, probably when we become them ourselves. It is a great miracle coming—the little person, sleeping in the stroller, and you feel the great World is opening for him and you, the World that we continue to open all our lives.
Children. . . . Each is unique, even when they grow together. Bright smiles, joyful eyes—purity of heart. Children love fairy tales . . . especially when they are narrated. That’s how mine came to be and some of these fairy tales have finally found paper.
All children grow and the fairy tales grow with them. Do only children need fairy tales? Really, there is a child in all of us, adults. . . . Welcome to Happy Home Fairy Tales!
With love, Olga Darya Verasen
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In our World, there is an amazing Home with big-eyed windows. . . .
This Home is happy! Why? Probably because those who once built him looked at the World with happy eyes. In this Happy Home Fairy Tales live. . . . Yes, yes! Fairy Tales!
Happy Home is perched on a hill, nearby is a meadow, and a little further on, behind the lake, begins a forest. Happy Home rejoices with them in the approach of Spring, smiles at the Sun in Summer, is a little wistful in Autumn, and quietly sleeps in Winter.
You will see Fairy Tales, where Beauty is. . . .
Fairy Tales appear at Happy Home every night, and as soon as the day begins, they fly away. Where? Where they are needed. How beautiful they are! None are the same! They are all so different: big and small, funny and serious. Where are they from? Who knows? Happy Home also doesn’t know: they just are. Fairy Tales arrive, circling in from the Sky like colorful birds. Only their wings sparkle. . . .
Fairy Tales descend to the porch carefully . . . tired. Happy Home greets them kindly and smiles thoughtfully remembering something deep within. Then he places Fairy Tales to bed gently covering them in a soft blanket.
Happy Home keeps Fairy Tales warm and cozy. He takes care of them, and listens attentively: “What may be needed?” Even at night, he learned how to frighten the little gray mice with his squeaks. They have recently completely lost their shame, probably guessing that kind Fairy Tales live here! He also asks stars and Fluffy Cloud to bring to Fairy Tales happy dreams. . . .
Fairy Tales appreciate Happy Home. They bring him kind stories of the World. Happy Home loves to listen to them. Even Wind, at this time, does not sing his songs in the chimney and listens too.
In the morning, as soon as the first rays of the Sun appear, Happy Home sends off Fairy Tales. He carefully opens his door and Fairy Tales, one by one, rise to the heights. Easily they flap their bright rainbow wings and disappear into the big blue Sky. Happy Home does not know where they are flying and when they will return. He gazes at the Sky with kind big-eyed windows and waits.
Happy Home greets Fairy Tales. At the beginning of a new day, he sends them off to journey again. Fairy Tales fly to the World! Gently and tenderly touching their wings to our hearts, supporting the light of Love all over our Earth. . . .
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