When Asole was on the shore, on the pier stood a ship
with scarlet sails, and the captain waved his hand and
shouted something. She came closer. "Never go sailing
on ships of delusions," came a pleasant voice. And smiling,
the captain vanished along with the ship and the morning
fog. Asole also smiled and picking up her skirts, barefoot
continued waking on the sand by the shore, rejoicing
oncoming and caressing her legs waves.
A fairy tale is almost like life - only life is better.
And stop feeding me this porridge, making wear rose-colored
glasses, walking me on a scarf as on a leash and never
allowing to be like everyone else...