This story happened many years ago in the mountains of one unbeknown country.Nobody has ever seen the king or the queen of that country but everybody knows that it was a monarchy.Those mountains were so high that if you wanted to put the Eiffel Tower next to them in order to compare their sizes and heights, you would see that this Eiffel Tower is less, much less and much lower those mountains...Frenchmen were sad because of it.Earlier, they were proud because their Tower was a leader.Well, let's begin our story.
One man was born in that country.He was strange and differed from other occupants of that country.He didn't have any attachments, family, parents, relatives.He didn't have a house or a flat.Every evening when it's dark, people noticed that there was something in the sky or on the ground.This something could fly, could run with a speed of the light, could be everywhere but the people didn't know what it was. But I'll tell you a secret.It was that man...He never knew why and what for he did it.But every evening he became a turn-skin.When he thought of the rain, he became the drop of the rain; when he thought about a tree, he became a shadow of a tree.And it happened every night.The man was tired.One day he said to himself that he wanted to have a family, home.And he closed his eyes and said privately: ''My soul and my heart, lead me home.My feet, lead me home.''He walked many days, he didn't stop and he didn't open his eyes.His way was opened by his feet.Eventually, when it was dark again, he heard a voice.It was a voice of an old man.''Listen to me attentively, you are in the mountains.Your heart prompted your way to you.You can thank it.You are at home.I'm a monarch of our country.And you are my envoy.You are my son.Good day, dear'', said the old man.

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