Life among clouds, orthe Mystery ofgoldentime
Andrey Alekseevich Klimenko


This little fairy tale will be able to help the fathers and mothers to explain one of the most popular questions of the kid skillfully and interestingly: Where am I from? Why I was born? Going to an amazing Flower World with your children, you get vivid impressions and emotions that you want to feel again and again. Illustration for the book cover: Vladimir Slipets











Once upon atime, alittle boy lived on alarge and beautiful planet. He was very nosy and wanted toknow as soon as possible about the world he lived in. The planet on which our little baby lived was wrapped ingentle rays ofthe sun, penetrating through adense mass ofsnowy clouds, which roamed lightly over the very ground. Some clouds descended so low that it seemed they decided torelax, stretched out with atransparent lace infragrant flowers. The others were foul-frozen on the huge, green crowns ofleafy trees. The inhabitants ofthe planet were very cheerful and safe. Every day they had fun playing inavariety ofgames. They drove into loose clouds and were very fond ofwatching the white rams who were having fun with their own bizarre figures. Our little hero liked such aplayful company and he with great enthusiasm all his time spent inthe fun. On the planet there was no time, anger and hostility, everything went on its turn infriendship and harmony.

Inthe world ofsmall inhabitants there were mountains, valleys, rivers and even waterfalls, which flowed with asilver rain. But all the kids were very interested inamagnificent glass building, which rose above the flowering planet. The top ofthe building was hidden inthe clouds and this glass cylinder attracted even more attention tothe inhabitants ofthe planet. Kids stayed for along time around the object and watched as if athin stream ofgolden sand had turned into asand tower. The glass house never lost its relevance tothe children, so they had adesire tolearn more about the mysterious skyscraper. Interest inthe tower forced the little researchers toreveal the mystery ofthe mysterious cylinder. And if you tightly squeeze the eye tothe glass ofahuge building, you can hear melodic whisper ofgolden sand. Everyone liked such an unusual game and some interested listeners said that inthe musical rustle ofsand heard one obscure for them the word time, time, time, someone believed init, and someone doubted.

Every kid had nice friends and helpers little angels who told fairy tales and carefully guarded their children. Small inhabitants could always turn totheir angels for help.




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