Dreams of Princess Sonya. Fairy tales

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To all my millions of children who haven’t lived…

The most beautiful, adorable, amazing gentle tales in the world

Manuscript started on 05.06.14 and finished on 05.08.2014, about this period other 9 volumes of tales were written, of which this volume is the last completed


Translator Vladislav Yuldashev

Illustrator Madlen

© Madlen, 2021

© Vladislav Yuldashev, translation, 2021

© Madlen, illustrations, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0053-2279-1

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Princess Sonya

In the Light of the Rays of the Sun in the Noble World, there was no one more magical and beautiful than Princess Sonya. Princess, who always sleeps and dreams. Noblewoman, who entered the history of the Noble, who disappeared, as dreams evaporate in the morning – the World. Let her dreams as pure and bright as the rays of the sun, illuminating her crystal bedroom with a large featherbed and unassailable mountain of pillows, the height of which no brave nobleman or noblewoman could not take – will remain forever with us! For sleep is the Great Art, to which noble hearts obey from family to family. Laying at his feet the delightful freshness of the early morning, full of dew in the emerald grass, which bows its stalks and closed buds before the all-embracing Kingdom of Sleep.

Cities and countries, Nature and the Stars are his domain. Like Princess Sonya – entire generations of nobles, who laid down at her feet admiringly all their strength, courage and, even, lives. For Sleep, just as she does, takes to her domain quietly and imperceptibly, as buds pave the way for the most Beautiful of Princesses. Just as a flower petal falls in the Light of the Rays of this Sun.

And Sonya’s life flowed in a measured and magical way, as the most beautiful dreams are seen. Her morning began when the Sun stood high and its rays dazzled with their gold, coloring everything in Sonya’s bedchamber with precious paint. And the day was ending when the month was falling asleep and the stars were pale in the mist-covered sky. And no one had the strength to raise the capricious Princess even a moment earlier. Noble blood was bubbling in her and only sunsets were pleasing to her. As if someone’s mockery, she lived in a sleepy, disappearing into nowhere noble world. The sunset, colored by the amazing colors of the evening firmament, was truly delightful.

So was Sonya’s unapproachable beauty. Her light head was like the lightest light, her thin waist as transparent as air, her figure seemed to float in the air, or, in a haughty pose, to be woven of Dream, as weightless as it was present in this mortal World. Her permanent pallor was only accentuated by the glow of white, blinding lace like light. The pastel skirts of her open bedchamber window, bloomed with unimaginable colors, seemed to lose their petals at the slightest breeze.

It seemed that if she moved, she would walk like water on land strewn with flowers! However, the Princess did not allow herself such things in the solitude of her bedroom. Only on holidays or going out into the World. Where walking among the other Princesses, she left behind a flowery, unforgettable trace. The flowers that she dropped were, of course, not simple, magical. Just take one of them whether as a keepsake, or just stunned by its beauty, as in your life there came harmony, disappearing quarrels and scandals. If you inhale its fragrance – sleep would come until the deepest morning.

Bowing to her magic, Princess Sonya was invited to those countries where there was noise and war, for example. As soon as she stepped on that land with her small, wonderful foot, the shots fell silent, the fights stopped, and peace came, as in a fairy tale or a dream. Thousands of white doves flew after the Princess, supporting her attire. And when she, filling everything around her with peace, returned home, the birds were left behind. They were scattered among the pigeon-houses and released at weddings. If a pigeon at the wedding was from the entourage of Princess Sonya, the newlyweds were very lucky. That’s why they loved Sonya.

And also for her Magic Dreams, which was not and will not be more beautiful. She always had a secretary with her: your favorite Storyteller. Who wrote down all Princess Sonya’s dreams in separate thick books, which made more than one volume of fairy tales.

The dreams were mostly magical. All the good that was seen in them would certainly come true. However, it was also interesting to listen to them, because they were all wise and instructive. Whoever heard them became somehow intelligent beyond his years, whether he was an ordinary man. Not a nobleman at all, or the most foolish and beggarly person. Therefore, the recorded Dreams of Princess Sonya used to be kept in a special closet under a big lock. Because there is no need for a commoner to know everything that a Nobleman knows. But with the passing of the Noble World, some of the Sleeping Toms were scattered, some were lost due to the change of eras. What remains of them is a small part that I will present to your attention, in a verbatim transcription of them, with preservation of punctuation, spelling and even intonation of Princess Sonya herself.

The Kingdom of Sleep

In the light of the rays of this Sun. Princess Sonya is the most beloved Princess of the Dream Realm. That comes to everyone in the evening and lets him go to the streets of stars in the morning. Its only creator and inventor is Princess Sonyechka. The architecture of sleep, the adventures and amazing discoveries, the characters of the realm under her charge and dreams, adding more and more fascinating plots – everything is handled by her.

The Sleepy Kingdom is located somewhere just above the skyline, not reaching the first star.

And if during the day, my children, you behave well and obediently and go to sleep quietly, you will certainly be let into the Dream Realm through the carved Gate, which is not open to everyone. Perhaps there you will meet its young creator: the imaginative Princess. In that case, consider yourself very fortunate. I think she will take you through its most amazing streets and show you many interesting things. And maybe you’ll meet her best friend there: the Princess of Heaven, who lives a little higher up in the Blue of Heaven. Going down for a little chat with Sonyechka.

If you plunge into Sleepy Adventures, don’t forget! Don’t take anything unnecessary back! Anything you take with you from the Dream Realm will stay with you for a long time. Whether it’s a hundred thousand popsicles or a little dog, it doesn’t matter. It’s all yours! Such are the Laws of the Dream Realm.

May all your most cherished dreams come true in it. So, let’s go! Through the pages of the Dream Realm.

Air Castles

In the Light of the Rays of this Sun, Princess Sonya, the sleepiest of Princesses, the most fragile, dreamy proud girl – spent more than half her life asleep.

When the hustle and bustle was behind her and the Princess family moved into the new Castle – Sonya was herself again. Her wonderful eyes once again shone with their special, inherently her own sparks of joy.

Life slowly went back to normal. The Princess’s usual activities and favorite things were back. Again whipping a pile of pillows, she drowned in them. Started to sail on the Air Brigantine on white waves of clouds. Walked through the Air Castles of the Kingdom of Dreams, playing Cloud Snowballs.

Due to the recent events of the move, she began to dream about castles. One day at an open window, spreading the blue of the sky, where she fell asleep in a soft armchair to the singing of the birds, holding the hand of her beloved papa. Somebody (Cineva, Cineva), nobody knows who, always appearing out of the blue and scattering stars on the Night Sky and the Lights of the Big City with Amazing Ornaments, set the Princess on the Earth with an Air Staircase. It went somewhere in the distance, high up in the sky, so that Sonyechka had to lift her pretty head very high to see what it ended at the top.

And then, at the top of the Sky, the Princess saw: the Air Castle. Amazing and majestic! Its gates were wide open, inviting the Princess to make an interesting Adventure. Climbing the stairs Sofia found herself in a large hall of the Air Castle, the ceiling of which was supported by cloud columns. Pretty little leg of the Princess up to her ankles sank in a gentle cloud. Pleasant to the touch in every way! Above her head the birds were chirping, folding songs of Happiness. On the walls, between the big round windows where the Sky was reflected, hung pictures of amazing beauty on which were images of clouds of unimaginable shapes that merged into one, well recognizable: a bouquet of flowers, or a cute dog, or something else.

The walls of the Air Castle were colored with sunlight and gilded with precious dust. Wonderfully shimmering and sparkling with luxury and wealth. In large golden tubs at the entrance and all over the castle were golden roses. Nightingales especially loved them, hiding between the leaves and buds. All other objects were of pure gold or clouds. The finest weave of gold lace adorned the pillars with bouquets of golden forget-me-nots in gold embossed vases, gold covers were carelessly thrown over soft airy chairs, and gold curtains were tied with lush gold bows.

It seemed as if no one lived in the Air Castle. However, none of this was true! Its owner, being a very busy, businesslike gentleman who loves to travel. Anyway, he did visit his Air Castle quite often. In his remaining time, he asked Mr. Somebody to look after them, and allowed excursions. He was quite satisfied with such a state of affairs, and there were plenty of people willing to pay quite a lot of money for Air Beauty.

 

One of the reasons why Sonya was gallantly met at the exit by Somebody who gave her a hand. As soon as the princess’s feet touched the first step of the Air Staircase, the Air Castle melted into thin air as the princess looked away. Running down the steps, melting into the air one by one, Sophia stumbled and… fell into the Cloud! Where, as well, an Air Staircase was carefully attached – to another Cloud. Running down ladders from Cloud to Cloud she found herself at the bottom.

The walk on the Clouds was a success! The princess was pleased. For a long time she remembered the details, telling papa about what Cloud felt like: it looked like soft, cool absorbent cotton or like a small, fluffy white dog. The ones that were like whipped dough rolled perfectly into balls. You could play snowballs with them. And take a couple with you as a souvenir!

On holidays, when guests would gather, Sonyechka would take out from the crystal Jewelry Box in the sideboard the snowballs wrapped in an openwork napkin…Cloudy Snowballs! Everyone gasped and grabbed their heads, carefully, a little fearfully, trying to touch the weightless ball. Satisfied with the treasure, Sonyechka smiled, letting me examine the curiosity and turn it in my hands. However, after one Prince tried to throw an air snowball at the New Year’s table at the Princess, Sonya stopped showing her treasure. The box then got dusty somewhere, and then got lost altogether.

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