..".The sick Young man told the Prince that even if he dared to break the decree, she couldn't fly anyway. He was disabled.And then his friend did the unthinkable. He soared upward, above the heads of the crowd that had surrounded the house, including the guard, and flew to seek the soul of his friend. When he tried to come back, the guard flung weapons at him. He turned around over the house, cried out his goodbye to the Young man, and flew back to the island, where his family lived. But his work had been done. His parting words had marked themselves indelibly on the young one's memory: "You're sick, because you do not fly .."." ..".They are more than a couple, these two, more than a family... They are a starry brother and sister. They are the very one, divided into two halves. Separation was not logical. It dissected the soul into halves, music - into halves, poems - into halves, feelings - into halves. She swings with her arms, his feet start dancing, he touches the strings, her throat bursts with a song. She hurts, he cries out; he's happy, she composes a prayer of the delight...." ..".The Good Enchantress was having a rest after a hard quest. As usual, she had been saving someone from the trouble, and as usual, she was successful. Now she was back home and relaxed, lying on the sofa with a book of fairy tales. She was thinking of putting her book on the couch-side table and falling asleep right there when there was a quiet knock. This was how the magical computer announced the arrival of an urgent email. The Enchantress reluctantly got up from the sofa, looked at the screen, and was terribly surprised. Right out from the computer screen, weird creatures were stepping onto the desk. They were all of different sizes, from a small mojibake of a mouse's size, to a huge monster that occupied half of the bedroom. .."