A parable about the illusory nature of the world, the humility of the mind and much more.

The young prince was alive, who believed everything except three speeches: he did not believe in those that princesses would come into existence, he did not believe that islands would come into being, and he did not believe in God. Yogo, father, the king, telling you that there are no such speeches. As long as Volodya’s father had no princesses, no islands, and every sign of God, the young prince believed his father.

One time the prince paid a little price. We have arrived to the present state. Here, to my surprise, there were many islands from any shore, and on these islands there were wondrous and wilting creatures, which did not respect the dates of their names. If you walk on the birch tree, until the next day the man wears a tuxedo.

— Tell me, is it really an island? – the young prince slept.
“Of course, these are the right islands,” says the man in the tuxedo.

• What are these wonderful and restless creatures?
  “They are all real and indecent princesses.”
• Then God may also sleep! – the prince hooted.

“God is me,” the man in the tuxedo bowed and said.
The young prince turned home as quickly as in a moment.

Well, you turned around and greeted your father.
Old Man! I love the islands, I love the princesses, and I love God! – the prince said with finality.
The king, however, is indestructible.
“There are no islands and princesses, not even pretending to be about God.”

• Ale I eh bachiv!
• Tell me, as if God were afraid.
• I’m wearing a tuxedo.
• Aren’t his sleeves rolled up?
  The prince guessed and confirmed that the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. The king chuckled: “I know that.” This is the ultimate magician’s dress. You’ve been fooled, bitch.

The prince, having once again reached the present state, came ashore and noticed that the people in the tuxedo had appeared.
“My father, tell me who you are to the king,” the young prince said with a strong voice. – You fooled me last time, but now you won’t get away with it. Now I know that these are wicked islands and wicked princesses, so you are no longer a magician.

The woman in the tuxedo laughed.

• So, my young friend, you were fooled. It was not me who made it, but your father. Your father’s kingdom also has islands and princesses. You are enchanted by your father and you can’t help them.

At the deep Duma the prince turned to the palace. Having arrived to your father, he slept and marveled at him in his eyes: – Father, is it true that you are not a king, but a magician?

Dad chuckled and rolled up his sleeves: “Yes, Shinku, I’m a magician.”

• Then the man on the birch was God.

No, the man on the birch is another magician.

• I may know the truth, the truth that lies behind magic!
  “There is no truth behind magic,” said the king.
  The prince became very confused. He said: “I will kill myself.” Then the king called out to death for help with magic. Death stood at the door and called the prince to him with signs. The prince shuddered. I guessed about the beautiful, but untrue princesses and about the untrue, but beautiful islands.

“Why bother,” said Vin. – I can vitrify. I’m fit.
“Wonderful, my son,” said the king, “from here you begin to become a magician.”

Look around, to what extent are all those things that your teachers, parents, and friends instilled in you in your childhood true?

Or maybe it’s just her idea, but in reality everything is a little bit wrong?

What kind of exchanges, which seemed right to us, make us want to continue down the path of life?

The New River is approaching, the time has come to reconsider our principles and rules, it is entirely possible that our actions have become outdated.

What do you think?

Good luck to you!!!