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The author: Natalia Antonova

 

THE FAIRY AND THE EGOIST

 

To it has not carried. He thought, that married the most ordinary woman. But he married the fairy. And the Fairy did not understand, why it should make breakfasts, dinners, suppers to erase and iron shirts, to do general cleaning, and the husband to lay on a sofa, to watch TV and drink beer.

 

However, the Fairy has been enamoured …
Besides it was the fairy and consequently breakfasts, dinners and suppers prepared, shirts were ironed and erased without its help, and the sexual rag too did without it.
And the Fairy read Fet's verses on a balcony, inhaling a mignonette smell.
It would like love and tenderness. It dropped sighs, and they were picked up by a wind which was for a while sheltered by poplar foliage.
From time to time from a room shouts, - a goal reached! A goal!
The fairy shuddered and sighed is even more sad.
It got an ancient violin from a case, concerned with a bow of quivering strings and … Mozart's melody fine and bewitching, as the Fairy flew.
The husband of the Fairy was put out on a balcony and discontentedly muttered:
-Stop! What for buffoonery?! To you that, is not enough day? You prevent to look to me the insurgent!
The poor Fairy cleaned a violin in a case and listened, as the cricket … sings
In the mornings the husband of the Fairy turned before a mirror, it precisely gathered not for work, and on свиданье.
It threw back one shirt for another, carelessly throwing them on a sofa.
- On mine, I need to buy something new he grumbled.
The fairy thoughtfully looked at reflexion of the husband in a mirror.
- You do not care at all of me, - the husband became angry even more, because, that the Fairy was silent.
- I bring to you money! – he cried out.
- Money?. – the Fairy absent-mindedly has repeated. At it this has taken off from a head, that such …
The fairy never used money of the husband. All things, products appeared in its house by itself, and that the husband brought and handed over it, is proud calling the salary, it put as superfluous in an old grandmother's chest which stood on an attic of the house and gradually decayed. So, that money was in a reliable place. They laid among old magic things and were densely присыпаны lavender branches.
The fairy could not get used to that in any way, that the husband immediately after wedding has ceased to bring to it flowers.
He any more did not admire with it, did not kiss its fine hands.
Having chosen, at last, from dozen shirts the brightest, it disappeared from the house till the evening.
And the Fairy got a violin and played Mozart, forgetting about the grief.
But, here there came evening. The husband came back home.
It exhausted in garage the car both long and persistently called at a door though it had with themselves keys.
- You that have become deaf?! – it snatched on the Fairy when it opened to it a door.
- No, simply I have thought, that to you will bother to call, and you will open the keys.
-Think it is not necessary, it is necessary to open!
The husband put the brought box of beer on a floor and stamped on kitchen.
Having eaten two portions of roast, salad and a pie, it brought beer in a drawing room and put near to a sofa.
The sofa stood opposite to the TV.
- Perhaps, to us to descend in theatre? – The Fairy asked.
- Has become crazy! What theatre?! At me feet fall off! I, the darling, sit all the day at the computer!
- Well, then in park. Behind a window May, lovely. So nightingales nicely sing!
- Descend one if you so would like.
The husband included the TV, laid down on a sofa and opened a beer bottle.
- Well, what line, you have fallen asleep in doors! – he grumbled, - would go on kitchen. There mountain of dirty ware. Recollect, at last, that you the woman! – the husband lifted an index finger to a ceiling, darting on the Fairy an instructive glance.
And hardly behind it the door was closed, stuck a greedy kiss into an aperture of a beer bottle. No so it is never passionate it kissed any woman!
Its novel with beer lasted till late night.
More truly, it there was a love three together – it – beer and the TV.
It is difficult to tell, what role was carried out thus by a sofa, besides, that supported the become heavy body of the man.
… And the Fairy stood on a balcony and thought of martins who were promptly carried by before her eyes.
Inhaled a lilac smell that brought to it a wind from the park bewitched in the spring.
- Love, - the poplar has rustled.
- Love, - has sung, having closed eyes, a nightingale.
- Love, - month has smiled and has rolled down from the sky on a balcony handrail.
- Love? – The Fairy has asked and has listened to the heart.
It precisely remembered, that the love there was, but now …
Indeed! It has run away … It was pulled out on freedom!
And now, should be, it was turned in blossoming park, kissed green-eyed month May and listened with delight to trills of midnight birds.
- Love, - the Fairy has sadly said.
The teardrop has rolled down on its cheek and, having fallen to a balcony floor, has turned to a dazzling brilliant.
But the Fairy was not excited with brilliants. To it it was very sad and lonely.
She has not noticed, how there has come morning.
- Where a breakfast? Devil take it! – the husband has begun to yell.
- On a table, - the Fairy has mechanically answered.
- It there is not present! – he has cried.
- Is, - the Fairy has responded.
- I only, that from kitchen! You, what hold me for the fool?!
- Look once again.
- Well, well, - its voice has sounded threateningly.
The fairy stood on a balcony and looked at a dawn …
The breakfast, naturally, already was on a table. After all it was not the usual woman, and the fairy …
- Lines, - the husband has grumbled, - as I have not noticed it?.
He, of course, also has not thought to apologise before the wife.
Still that! It the present macho will apologise before the woman! The husband of the Fairy has been assured, that the woman that other, as a shade of the man. It is created to care of its conveniences.
Having thrown dirty plates in a sink, it as always in the mornings, has begun to touch the shirts.
- Again same, - he grumbled.
Shirts one for another flied on a sofa.
From ironed out and accurately laid they turned to lots мятого linen.
- Will stroke once again, - he considered.
Suddenly one of shirts has drawn its attention. It was unusual colour and a style. Also there was in it something inexplicable-attractive.
- At last, has guessed to buy to the husband though one decent shirt, - it has dropped.
The fairy has kept silent.
She looked, how the husband admires the reflexion as it любовно considers it as gently to it smiles.
The fairy has slapped hands together and has told, - Фьюрк!
And here there was something improbable.
The husband of the Fairy has disappeared from a room … Instead of it there was a multi-coloured parrot.
It inflated cheeks, bowed that to the right, on the left, admiring the reflexion.
At last, the parrot has distinctly said, - попка the fool!
- You are absolutely right, - the Fairy has agreed.
Also has departed to the фейное a kingdom. There she has married for fine эльфа which never forgot to give it flowers, to admire with its beauty. He, as well as the Fairy, loved music and could listen hours as the Fairy plays a violin.
Эльф did not drink beer and did not watch TV. It did not lay on a sofa.
Эльф liked to dance under the moon, to bathe in mountain lake and to help kind people with their kind affairs.
And what happens from the macho?
Anything … It and remained a parrot.
The new mistress has placed it in a cage in which there were all conveniences – a pole. A drinking bowl. A feeding trough, a tray for bathing and even … a mirror.
The parrot with pleasure admires the reflexion, inflates cheeks, puts a crest.
And only sometimes sadly drops, - попка the fool, while the fool …
Still, what fool! - has not sustained once the month which has glanced in a window.
But it could help nothing to a parrot, and did not see in it sense.
If married the Fairy behave accordingly.
… Though, under the truth to tell, any woman can appear the fairy.
 

 

18.04.06