Perhaps Aladdin he left on my dresser a magical blue lamp and a spirit in my dream has taken hold of me. In a bow bowed his broad back, his chalma with a golden rim only in my bed does not roll, but the spirit immediately spoke: "I was born to serve you, ma'am! Whatever you want, I will fill you with blaze! "Well, hide, neon one! What's your back ?! I do not believe in your cunning wonders! I happen to them on my own! Injured contraction - smoke of smoke, like a tragicomic mime. I smiled at the heavy chalk- my cat in her, and I slowly leapt out of bed and the spirit I called already gently. "Do you see the moon with countless stars?" Do you want to see them in my hand? The spirit looked at me with a mockery and here he made a mistake! I opened my palms - stars, the moon quietly between them is sleeping. "And do you want now, too?" to conquer you with this star crepe? Come, over the handfuls you leaned and slowly, slowly open your eyes! The gentleman exclaimed. I saw in my hand little, blue, a heavenly, little gin. I hide the mirror in the dressing room and while Gina hung happily I opened the old piano ... of gentleness the darkness was shining. He was dancing the spirit who believed in a miracle, with the earthly goods immeasurable. He had found his soul in a sonata and a star.
