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PREFACE OF THE BOOK

I ran away happily into the distance, where there are no limits! Where the wormwood grows bitter. And the steppe lives its life, and the river flows like fresh milk. Only a bird called to me: “You will burn, but you will be a happy and beloved woman forever! I want to scream and sing! I want to bathe naked in the moonlight, and under the protection of a twinkling star a goddess will emerge from the water. I ran away happily into the distance…”

“Star Wanderer Writes” is a collection of the author’s prose. It contains interesting stories. Please read the author’s address to the reader, part IV. Genre: contemporary prose and literature, Russian fantasy and philosophy, semi-autobiographical stories, myths and legends. Artistic narration of the author in the first person. The prose is full of beautiful memories and I too am looking forward to meeting all the readers from my sunny Greece. And I am happy to meet all of you, dear people of the Earth. The theme of the book was not chosen by chance. The world is indeed unpredictable, and the journey through realities is only a small part of the splendor and unpredictability of the universe. And the miracle is always with me, like magic. I will try to touch some stories from my life, but I do not give my word that it will be limited to a trivial description of reality, because it will not give a complete impression of me as a person. I think that is up to you, dear readers. But the main thing is the beautiful moments of life that each of you has. Just keep thinking happy thoughts. And then good communication, which is one of the characteristics of intelligence, which in itself is not unimportant. And of course it is not easy to think correctly, to complement this with innovation or to take a new idea as an axiom. The statement must always be clear and as transparent as possible. Because the statement is derived from reasoning, which should be absolutely clear to everyone. I have the desire to write, to create, to leave my mark on literature and to remain in the memory of readers, so different Yes, perhaps this is the main thing that drives me, not only me, it is always obvious. Dear reader, if you are reading this address of mine now, it means that your life is filled with a sense of happiness and adventurism! I am happy to meet you, good and beautiful earthlings. I send you my greetings! Dear ones, I thank you for the attention you have given to my books. I enjoyed working on the book very much, I have a desire to continue publishing not only in Russian. Although there were difficulties, given the nature of my presentation. I had to master the situation and not lose my own meaning of the book.

Sincerely yours, Jakelli Alena

PART I — SIMPLY LOVE

In my letter always. My beloved, hello to you! I won’t forget those beautiful words. What you told me in reply. Hugs are an unimaginable joy! Warmth on the heart of your love! And I enjoy this sentence. I will not hesitate, I will whisper: “Love me”…

MY UNEARTHLY HAPPINESS

The shoes on her feet proved to be light. The girl ran along the sidewalk in them, tapping in Morse code. But the nervousness was everywhere, because it was getting dark so fast, sinking into another reality. The only thing left to do was to run home with fear in her heart. In a white dress and light. She was as beautiful as a nymph on earth. But it’s not so easy and hard to answer myself. Sometimes the unthinkable questions pile up in her head. Changing her route, she walked down the path. Then, coming down, she saw him. He was waiting for her with an unearthly glow. There was joy in his eyes to see her. And at the same time the pain of being separated from her. The alien loved this nymph. And always knew about her, because she is the same as him, only while she lives on Earth. Everything was mysterious that night. I was that girl and I was embarrassed when I saw him. But I approached him with determination. My subconscious told me that he and I had always known and loved each other.

…Let me tell you my love story. That night I met my lover from another planet. He kissed me very tenderly. It was the first kiss. And it was as if he had always loved me, determined to touch the roots of happiness. When he said goodbye to me, he left a confusion in my memory. So that I couldn’t remember anything. And I was lost and did not believe myself. But I could not forget my beloved. A moment of weakness and romance that prolonged our time together. To say goodbye and leave forever. And I was already, like a fluttering butterfly, not believing in this meeting with him. Then I flew along the ground in the usual way, towards a new destiny. But I always dreamed and dreamed of him. I always wanted to see his eyes and feel his kiss, like that summer evening. And I knew that I had met my heavenly happiness…

ROMANCE FOR YOUR LOVED ONE

A kiss of warm rain, a soft whisper on my lips. The universe is a gleam in our hearts. I can’t live without you — In this deserted world. In my heart forever, happiness with you begs! A drop like a tear in a trampled puddle. Autumn passersby and trains rumbling with their wheels. Take me there — Where love is always kind to me. A bird in the sky, I’ll embrace you, my love! A soft whisper on my lips. We’ll ask for happiness with you. And love in my heart forever. To repeat the love of the innermost. Where caresses and heartfelt embraces. Make two people related and loved. He is always with me in my dreams.

LOVE ME

The silent sentence between the lines hides itself clumsily. And I won’t repeat it. I couldn’t hold a grudge. I ran to you quickly. To embrace you and cry, “I’m coming to you! My beloved. In my letter, always hello to you! I’ll never forget the beautiful words you wrote back to me. The unimaginable joy of your embrace! The warmth of your love in my heart. I enjoy these words. I do not hesitate to whisper: “Love me”…

THIS PRAYER OF MINE

My beloved husband, we are very far apart and there is no one in the world closer than us. I often look out of the window and only my mind helps my heart. I fly to you, my love, like a bird. I fall like a stone, my love, I will be with you everywhere. I fall like a stone, my love, I will be with you everywhere. In any weather, storm, blizzard. I will keep you warm. You will see my green eyes everywhere, my love. I will whisper a prayer against the evil eye and against the evil hour. With God I send you a message. So that you don’t get lost and my beloved doesn’t get lost. And the way to me will be shorter, so many days of separation! Be careful wherever you are, my beloved. I will be with you everywhere. I am forever, forever, forever.

A WINTER TALE

A snowstorm covers the houses, the trees sing their sparse song again. It’s uncomfortable, not a soul around. A cold blizzard runs through the forest! My winter friend rules her ball. With a whistle she winds and sings her melody. She dances by your side. And when she’s angry with you, she throws snow! Winter has released her spirit. She saddles strong, snowy horses into the sleigh. She rides on the ground, rushing around alone and wild! And today. I saw you, in a fur coat, with a sack over your shoulder. My long-awaited guest, smiling at me. So free and easy. In big felt boots, constantly shoveling snow drifts across the streets. You carried the New Year’s greetings with you, my beloved! I look out of the window in my pajamas. I wipe the glass with my hand. I mumbled, not understanding, — “In the midst of the winter whirlwind, have you found me?” As if I didn’t believe in fairy tales. I wake up and wipe my wet eyes. And the birds have sung in the midst of winter, announcing joy and dreams. I forget the doors. I almost jumped out of the window. To meet, my dear man! I love my stray friend. For happiness as a gift. I love her winter snowdrifts full of peaks. I love and long songs — blizzards of snow from her. For this morning I’m turning into your lover. A snowstorm covers…

CAN I CALL YOU

A yellow leaf at my feet and a light breeze. And a flock of fallen acorns rolling along the wet path. The sky shines above me, it’s as if everything is there. No, it’s not, no desire to make a fuss, my heart is sad. A bare branch knocks on the frozen window as a stranger knocks on the door.Simple conversation and shyness color the evening. The warmth of my hands warms and the reflection of my gaze makes me love. — And my words, “I love you!” The wind takes them. — “May I call?” — It asks me shyly. And a bouquet of withered roses will remind me of love. Sleep and folly are friends. And only the phone will be an unburned bridge that he may not forget. There will never be success in artificial joy. And I lost the phone. I felt sorry for him and for myself. Burned bridges must always be burned. There is no point in the past if it is just the karmic path of two. There is cardinal forgiveness, which means freedom from illusions. All that matters is your soul and the peace within it. Never separate from your loved ones.

I WANT A FAIRYTALE

I will sing with you, Evening Dawn. I see the lights shimmering in the distance. It’s like mute music, beating on the keys. The cricket’s whistle never stops, accompanying the evening state. Gray sky, jumping stars. Night’s fairy tale night gives right. Beyond the horizon, frowning forest. The cloak of darkness, secret cloak. Like an impregnable wall. Like a knight guarding my sleep. It all seems like a fairy tale, and not easy. Like a song of love. Breathing and living with a single desire. To open up and be understood by me. Slowly dissolving into me. Leaving me no trace of pain, it’s only hope and dreams that give me joy. I’m trying to live as before. Tired, I have come to bow before you. I repent again to the righteous man of the evening. Let him tread severely on my soul, to rise again on my wings!

I’M FLYING TO YOU

When I remember our time, I’m sad. And under the hot sun I melt, just like back then. And once again I fly into your arms! This evening was full of carelessness. I was happy to live among simple things. As if in endless weightlessness. I felt so different. Always an incredible woman, always happy. Among people. Among thousands of people in the crowd! You held my hand so touchingly. In the midst of the noise and the noise of many sounds. You were afraid to lose me and not to find me later… And again I cuddled up to you, silly. Even though you are far away now… In my heart, your smile, dear one, has remained. It’s the melody of love, in the tavern by the pier. And with the evening, coastal breeze. The song sounded in which thoughts of happiness with you. I like to remember our time…

WILL HUG AND STUN

There is no doubt that the new is knocking at the door. I’m afraid to let you in who looks like me… Maybe you’ll fly through the window like an early bird? You will cloud my eyes and overwhelm me… But already close, you call me with a look. And the silent notes of sadness disappear. There is no place for them here. And you repeat confidently, “You and I, forever!”

YOU ARE MY HEART

Tears, pleas and forgiveness. And fleeting gusts of anger that lead the heart into emptiness. And in time it simply asks for warmth, with which at first it wanted to tremble and beat unevenly. Oh, how it wants to forget itself with him! And believe in the song of two hearts. It’s hard to achieve everything, let alone say goodbye to him. No desire to leave, only to be, to live.

And here again I resent the fact that your heart is not with me and beats far away. There’s no place for indifference, believe me. Oh, and why do you need such a restless me? But you just tell me a fairy tale where there is only you and me and no one like us. Or better yet, hold me tight! My dear and beloved, you are my heart. My beloved, you are my heavenly happiness.

MY SHORE

The surf sings a song. And the shore was dressed in gray in the evening. And you, already in dreams with me. You embrace me, warm me with your warmth. Two hearts lost on the way. In the middle of another’s dream island. Looking into the distance of the sea. They have lost the traces of loneliness. Everything happens later: separation, resentment and desire. Like in the best Hollywood scripts. And now another kiss and another embrace. On the shore of the distant island of Rhodes.

WON’T TELL YOU EVERYTHING

In a short line, catching a groan or perhaps a cry, we don’t think of the importance of the moment. Behind the chastity of the verse, there is a whole destiny about which the poet does not want to tell everything. And not out of pity. And not out of shyness or avarice. Yes, it’s just that the moment is important, when in the groan is the night, and in the cry is the song. And no one will know how to help the heart if everything is exact. A poet doesn’t tell everything, even if it’s impossible. It’s only the moment that counts. When a moment is followed by a whole night…

LET’S TALK ABOUT LOVE

I haven’t seen you for so long, my beloved. I would like to take a dream for reality. Where I fall asleep happy with you again. — Why can’t you go to heaven? I would be with you, my beloved. Only your greedy and lustful wife hides behind a veil of dreams. Naivety is a sweet voice, There is not an ounce of reproach in it. I would like to be with you one day, as a passionate nurse. Let’s talk a little more about love.

EYE TO EYE

I was embarrassed by the unintended feelings I was expressing. I looked into your eyes like a shy girl. You asked me not to look away, as if you were testing me. What a childish game. I thought I would never play it. Eye to eye, and there’s no proven remedy. To make sure our feelings are right. Just a moment and I knew. There is nothing more beautiful than your eyes, my dear man.

THESE BEAUTIFUL ROSES

I can’t describe the beauty. And the fragrance of those very roses! I see that there are no words, and there is no need. I have a picture in my head, I have seen it only once. Moreover, I am very pleased and not without rapture! I want to enjoy and admire these roses for a very long time. These beautiful roses of mine.

THE GIRL DREAMED OF LOVE

I closed my eyes in uncertainty. Oh, how great it would have been to meet you yesterday. Where else did I dream as a girl? But with grace. I want to shine only for you, and in my grace you will find my truth, about you and me, I will not be able to forget! — A real living rose, with the petals of your scarlet lips! Darling, it will remind us of the happiness of two. The evening will lighten a long day, the night will pass like a shadow. It will not prevent us from loving each other,” said the beloved man. Girls are like flowers in a field.

SUN BUNNY

Silly Sunny Bunny. Jumping on my desk for joy! He’s naive, believing that everything is settled. And there’s no reason to worry, and the light has long since illuminated my window. But how do I explain to him? This presumed joy, sometimes we just can’t accept the choices he makes. Everything drags on like a dream. Sometimes we like this stupid state. If we can play stupid. Call you for a visit, sunny bunny, and then close the window behind you. And again, just like before. Just to be. Sunshine, I’m still waiting for you, Sunshine…

LOTS OF LINES

How many lines around the heart, how many dots in a continuation. When a thought clings to a thought, foreshadowing an understandable moment for everyone. Too often I condemn myself to a lonely dawn, hoping for an angelic light. I do not believe, I doubt the correctness of the words. But someone boldly pulls me along, not noticing my small victories. Many lines…

THINKING OF THE PAST

I will enter the new year with trembling in my soul. Thinking of the past. I’ll look to the future. But before I do, I’m going to pour myself a glass of champagne. And slowly, sip by sip. I’ll drink, I’ll say goodbye to the past with a hot tear. I was so good, so naive, so crazy. She let herself go, all her overshoes. Barefoot girl, jumping for joy! And of course there was no one like me. Not yet awake, in the last and past. I want to be drunk with wine and with you, my darling. But alone at the window, in tears, holding my glass in my hands. Again, sip by sip. I drown my thoughts. I am not myself, but no one will ever know. I will enter the new year…

SNOW ALL IN FLAKES

The universe rewarded me with sadness and the sky turned white. A snowflake falls on my eyelashes, framing me with longing. A feeling of loneliness asks me to come in, to talk about everything. I am sad without you. I don’t know why, but my heart is heavy with sadness. I’ll tell you how sad I am without you, and how my gaze is lost everywhere. And no beauty is more beautiful than this innocent beauty. Kissing me today’s bad weather, pretending, still a little. With sadness..

PURE IN HIS MIND

And once again the clocks are ringing louder. It will fill this house with sound. And everything that is frozen and gone will surely come back to life in this house. As if there had been no loss, no nervous months of obsession. And my sinful destiny will come to an end. And the prophecies fill my soul before the turn of time. Days and hours and minutes pass. Someone will turn a page in my book. And on a new page for me will appear a man with pure thoughts of his own. The time of life is a burden. Where a lonely man is very painful to be, a man carries a succession of constant resentments. It’s time for gray clouds. They turn the sky gray. And like a heavy burden, they fly over the sky. The river in the distance, the clouds all rush in. Dreams are extinguished and carried away. The clocks are ringing…

I’M ALREADY DIFFERENT

There is always a vice in grace and mercy. When you look with jealous eyes And sometimes you think that all it takes is a little pain. But feelings are not subject to time or distance. — Alive. I want to be a living woman!” — the other one keeps telling herself. And no, I have the strength to return, only my thoughts are always with you. I myself took offense and left. And then I told myself to forget everything…

THESE SEAGULLS ARE BIRDS

The beckoning distance, the call to “paradise”… Why are the birds of paradise silent? The wild seagulls must be smiling at them. Those above the wave are diving! They don’t like heavenly places. For them, life is a life of emotions. The seagulls call me to be their mate and laugh. They ask me to run from the pier and fly. To flap my wings high. And then they shout that precious word. “I love you!” For all the angels to see and rejoice in my true love. And then start my life all over again. By immersing myself in the wave! The kiss is tender, the look is touching. And romance dances beside, decorating the evening sunset. In the timelessness of positivity at the moment of the resurrection of love. There is a story of circumstance on the stage of life of negativity. An enticing distance, a call to “paradise” where the seagulls cry out.

THIS SUMMER RAIN

As a barefoot girl, I ran happily. I didn’t notice the puddles of summer! It’s great to run in the rain. I was soaked to the skin and I screamed loudly! And with the drops on my body, it’s slowly recognizing me. The rain will hug me — so sweet. And I want to kiss my beloved one more time… As a barefoot girl, I ran happily.

IT’S A NIGHT CAB

That night in the taxi, I cried. And I thought about how fast we change. The melody of sadness always hurts the soul. — “Everything will be all right!” — doesn’t sound like it used to. The lights of the city streets flicker farther and farther away. “Yes, when will you be with me, my dear?” When I look into your eyes, I feel like you. Eyes, my mirror, you can’t get enough of me! I want to find you and warm myself a little… “I like my state of mind when there’s no reason to be tired. Life is sweet as long as it continues. There is no limit to our perfection. To love and to suffer, to dream until the end. To throw away all the hustle and bustle of worldly days…” That night in the taxi…

I LOVE YOU

I love you, my light, I love you for your kind smile in return. I love you for your attention when I am in despair, my tears are streaming. We’ll stay in each other’s memory and we’ll be faithful everywhere. Let sorrow and grief rain down and flash in our hearts, friendship forever. The past is gone, so be it. Only excitement is the way left, there’s no reason for mistrust. I will love the future. I kiss you, you’re my beloved. When I think of the past, I will shed a hot tear.

AWAY LIKE A BIRD

She broke free. The same one who, even in the cold, said: “I will live more quietly, calibrating each step,” unconsciously, she soared into the distance like a bird. Freezing with every breath, like a sparrow’s heart. For her there is no familiar road, only a path. On which her dreams and sorrows follow, leaving years of life behind. Ah! Why seek peace in what only seems. She only has to meet the one she thinks of all the time. And he will be her soul mate. “I will live more quietly…”

GOOD DEEDS ARE SO GOOD

Good deeds are so good, and sweet moments are always nice. And I don’t want to think of life as a shortcut. Consciousness lives as long as the soul lives. I suddenly wanted to remember, stories from the past, sometimes it is better and right to forget so as not to disturb myself. But I decided to tell everything to my daughter and my son first. Because I try very hard to be honest and fair. There is another world, there is another love. There is a free choice of the will of every human being. He who practices white magic is always aware of black magic. He makes his own choice. There is no good or bad, only your choice. This philosophy is so beloved by one of the followers of the supernatural to understand our world. And quite common in a world parallel to our own. And believe me, he is not alone and there are enough sleepers like us. People are striving for light and good. Man chooses his own place. Free will, similar to similar, equal exchange of energies, everything comes from something and flows into something. Love is the one and first energy of the cosmos from which there are offshoots due to free will choices. But in the end absolutely all souls move back to the source of Light from which they originated. Happiness is available to everyone, program yourself for joy. The materiality of the world is only an illusion from the chaos of the matrix energy, which also feeds on the energy of human consciousness. And emitted codes — ciphers from the outside are processed by a human being and recreate this very dependency, in conjunction with the lower entities from the subtle dimension of the Earth. The most important feeling we earthlings must have is the feeling of losing the importance of material things in life. It is also the feeling of losing the measure of one’s status in society according to these material things. This loss should not cause you fear or panic. If you are calm, then you understand that you are at the highest, decent level of consciousness. At this level you have nobility of spirit, justice, compassion, respect, love, honesty, humanity. And nature is all around you, much more important and right. All this should be remembered and taken as an experience. This experience will elevate you, it will be the most valuable and significant quality of your soul and body. “Peace of mind, the main value that will never appear without a noble life, no matter what edge of the universe you are on. Love to all, friends! Don’t question what brings you joy and peace of mind. It’s so easy when you’re not afraid of other people’s opinions. Just think about it.” Nature reminds us of the eternal values of truth.