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Я очень люблю, когда мое творчество вдохновляет кого-то еще.

На мои истории рисовали арты, тексты стихов перекладывали на песни, а вчера Елена Райская сделала мне классный подарок и перевела миниатюру "Хранитель ключей" на английский язык! Есть тут знатоки? Читаем, сравниваем с оригиналом)))

The Keys’ Keeper

The Keys’ Keeper, a wise dragon waiting at the top of the Astrarium, knows that there is nothing more constant than change, and nothing more changeable than constancy. Life moves in a spiral, passing through the same milestones each time, but each time it is like the first.
The Keeper looks at the key shining in the grass, polished by many hands. He remembers the girl who owned it.
She came to the Astrarium on a summer day, hot and sunny, like this one. She was made of flaxen curls, blue eyes, and red tulips on a white dress. She was surprised, but not afraid, and she smiled. She asked,
"Are you a dragon?"
He replied,
"I am a dragon. I am real."
"Are unicorns real too?"
He nodded, inviting her to climb on his back. She climbed up boldly, without hesitation. He spread his mighty wings wide. And they flied.

Milk rivers flowed in jelly banks below. Pudding hills swayed. Caramel candy groves grew. Plush unicorns grazed on a lawn of sugar grass.
She laughed joyfully, playfully, and played with her friends.

More than once, he carried the girl to a sacred meadow. The moons changed. She unlocked new tales with her key.
The forest oak groves rose. Kolobok rolled along the winding paths. The gray wolf knocked on the door of the goats. The three little pigs settled in their homes. The cunning fox plotted. Winnie-the-Pooh visited the owl. The swan geese cried in the sky. The Snow Maiden hid from the summer sun. The hut on chicken legs ran away, with Baba Yaga (an old witch) chasing it with a broom.

The waffle fields were filled with wild grass. Dwarf unicorns grew into wild mustangs and galloped across the prairies. Cities and majestic castles were built on wastelands. Ivanushka rode on the Little Humpbacked Horse, searching for the Firebird on the king's orders. The cat tried on the boots. Kai rode on the Snow Queen's sleigh. Young wizards departed from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters to attend school. The rejuvenating apples were ripening.
He kept a close eye on the mischievous girl. One day, she would fall off the roof while playing with Karlsson. Another day, she would jump into a rabbit hole. Then, she would pretend to be a living doll to save a rebel. One day, she would forget her crystal slipper at a ball.

She locked herself in the tower. For three months, she chased away the annoying princes. It was too early for the princes...
The days passed like falling leaves from a calendar.
The mermaid lakes splashed into stormy seas, and pirate ships sailed on the horizon. Alice searched for the stolen mielophone. The hobbits made their way to the Fateful Mountain. Rockets soared into the unknown stars. The sands of the Dune rustled. Dark and light mages fought in an invisible war for people's souls. The Illuminati plotted...
Yesterday was my sixteenth birthday. Today I didn't come. I lost the key. I forgot. I threw it away.

The Keeper understands: children inevitably grow up, stop believing in fairy tales. They leave. Someone leaves very early, and then the dragon gets scared. Someone grows up in their own time, like her. Someone continues to appear until they have gray hair, generously giving away keys — the last ones are escorted on their journey by the Keeper's older sister, the Gray-Winged One, who takes them to the lands of Silence, from where they never return. They all leave one day. Every time, the dragon is left alone.
The keeper of the keys knows that loneliness is an illusion created by humans.
But he still feels sad.
The dragon reaches out with his paw and carefully picks up the trinket. He will keep it, just in case someone else needs it.

The poppies are swaying. The warm wind rustles on the scales, bringing news of a guest with wheat-colored braids, brown eyes, and blue cornflowers on her white dress.
The girl smiles at him and takes the key from his paw.
"My mother told me that you know where the real unicorns graze."
Time is also an illusion.
Every time, the Keeper  is left alone. And he will never be left alone.