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nypa@sysad.org
Gerda de Vos

There were three friends. They all loved a beautiful girl from a rich family. The young men were also from rich families.
The girl said: "You are all equal in my eyes and I cannot refuse one and marry another. Go and do such a deed that one of you distinguishes himself, then I will marry him"
The three friends agreed to meet at a certain place and set out to travel the world. Finally, they came together. One showed a mirror in which a man could see everything about everyone. He looked into the mirror and saw that the girl was sick and lying dying. The other took out a rug. It was such a carpet that if you sat on it, it would take you wherever you wanted to go in an instant. The third took out a red apple from his pocket: if the sick man ate it, he would be cured at once.
When the friends heard that the girl was sick, they immediately sat down on the carpet to bring her the magic apple.
Soon they reached the place, the girl ate the apple and recovered.
The friends argued: to whom should the girl belong? One said: if it were not for his mirror, how could they have known that the girl was sick?
The other says: if it wasn't for his carpet, how could they have gotten to the place quickly?
The third says: if it wasn't for his apple, could the girl have gotten well?

Question: Who got the girl?

Жили были три друга. Все они любили красивую девушку из богатой семьи. Молодые люди тоже были из богатых семей.
Девушка сказала: "Вы все в моих глазах равны и я не могу отказать одному и выйти замуж за другого. Идите и совершите такое дело, чтоб один из вас отличился, тогда я выйду за него замуж"
Три друга договорились встретиться в определенном месте и отправились путешествовать по миру. Наконец, они сошлись вместе. Один показал зеркало, в котором человек мог увидить все про всех. Вглянул он в зеркало и увидел, что девушка больна и лежит при смерти. Другой достал ковер. Это был такой ковер, что если сесть на него, он в одно мгновение доставит куда захочешь. Третьий достал из кармана красное яблоко: стоило его съесть больному, как тот должен был сразу выздороветь.
Друзья, узнав что девушка больна, тут же сели на ковер, чтобы быстрее принести ей волшебное яблоко.
Вскоре они добрались до места, девушка съела яблоко и выздоровела.
Друзья заспорили: кому должна принадлежать девушка? Один говорит: если бы не его зеркало, как бы они могли узнать, что девушка больна?
Второй говорит: если бы не его ковёр, как они могли быстро добраться до места?
Третьий говорит: если бы не его яблоко, разве девушка могла бы выздороветь?

Вопрос: Кому же досталась девушка?

#fairytale #question #folklore #riddle

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loran@diaspora-fr.org
Laurent

Today's world has taken on the appearance of today's man.
A divided creature, frightened by the darkest part of himself, he projects it onto everything around him, onto what he even believes constitutes him. He has thus set himself up as a kind of digital model. However, beyond his avatar, beyond the palace of pixels, patiently waiting for him in the reality of his depth, are the lips of his missing part, still asleep.
L.V

#dream #reve #rêve #inconscient #conscience #fairytale #conte #paradigme #anima #animus #jung #freud #psychologie #poesie

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libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com
libramoon

Waking Beauty
#poem #fairytale #story #reimagined

You saw me, a playing child, laughing amongst the roses.
My shining eyes reflected worlds;
singsong choruses to which I danced proclaimed their glory.
I, a cherub princess, all the doting subjects at my command,
all I asked was their love and beneficence.
Fairies clapped for me, flittered in with luminescent kisses,
fed me on honey, cakes and sweet lilac tea,
whispered me their blessings, giggling and tittering,
watched over me with warm caresses of enchanted nurturing.
I loved easily, laughed whole-heartedly, sang from my soul
happy dance tunes and whimsical madrigals.
There shone radiant magic throughout the land
in the morning of the world.

It was not so easy as I grew.
Word got out, worried whisperings,
that there was a curse upon me.
Those who had seemed so open and friendly
grew distant, masked their faces so I would not call to them,
or became furtively hostile so I would stay away.
I thought it was the power, soon to be mine by succession.
Surely they feared to be too familiar with the potential Queen.
I tried to reassure them, to be warm and familiar, to look for
little ways to please them.
The fairies still played with me, but sometimes turned mean.
They whispered ugly rumours, pinched me and flew away.
They called me fat and ugly and would feed me only thistle and briar.
Then, sometimes, without notice, all would be forgiven, all would be
a madcap party, a whirling swirl of luscious scents and colours,
a warm embrace of magical happiness,
warm and safe and cherished.

I learned to be needy without showing need;
peering sideways into partially opened doors
to see if I could find one safe to enter.
I took to finding little chores that would take me into
unused corners,
bending over so none would look into my face with malice.
I took to wearing common clothing, layered into camouflage.
I took to telling myself that I must indeed be awfully horrid and
worthless to have lost so much and be so reviled.
I took to taking on any sorry chore that would have me
that I might say to the courtiers:
“Look, I am a humble laborer, not worth your attention.”

So I was spinning and pricked my finger, as the curse foretold.
My blood called forth the evil energy to swoop into my open wound.
Unconscious.
Life moving along beyond my senseless form, without my knowledge or input.
Who can tell what may have been done with my unprotesting body.
I was not dead, not appropriate for burial;
still helplessly breathing, metabolizing/catabolizing, inexorably,
yet so slowly, so quietly, so manifestly without power, so easily forgotten.
The wicked ones who would benefit from my demise became old and dust
while I slept.
Those who were false to me acquired many more sins and salvations,
traveling their own rocky roads.
The curse took no notice of time or circumstance.
I existed in a liminal state of vague dream images,
static discharge of random sensory neurons.
I did not expect; I did not wait; I was not aware of being.
Sometimes excruciating nightmares might overtake me;
no matter.
I could neither hear nor utter, but just breathe on
as images vaguely formed and dissipated.

They say there was a malaise over the kingdom.
Work became hard to find and
wandering adventurers moved about the land
hoping to find their fortune.
There was a far off war diminishing the resources
and often intense skirmishes along the borders
increasing fear and bravado.
The once wise and strong ruling family, disrupted in
succession squabbles, had been deposed.
There were no strong rulers, but only petty tyrants,
and not so petty.
The gardens had gone to weeds and brambles.
The fields suffered; sometimes from drought,
sometimes from mildew,
sometimes from marauding scavengers.
Perhaps these were my nightmares come to life.

There was a young prince from a noble but impoverished
family.
He had grown strong and brave, taking in stories of better times.
He had heard the fable of the cursed princess,
sleeping, hidden, once a source of glory and happiness
in a merry and prosperous land.
He had nothing but a dream, to find me.

They say he set out down a road that others had followed.
But where others had met with sorry fates, or become lost,
or defeated by the impenetrability of the twisted trees and brambles,
he found no encumbrance.
There I was, within his reach, so pale and still.
It is said that he wept for joy, took me up into his arms,
whirled me about and kissed me reverently,
infused his buoyant dream into my sleeping form.

I felt the warmth of living moving through me.
I felt safe, exultant, cherished.
My senses slowly revealed themselves,
though true consciousness had not yet returned.

He held me close and danced me into movement,
laughing freely and whispering words of encouragement.
He did not rush me, nor let me feel anything but loving support.
He told me how he had grown up dreaming of finding me,
returning me to my rightful place,
removing the curse upon the land.
“And what, my lady,” he asked, “have you been dreaming all these silent years?”

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