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The Moon’s Embrace
A fairy-tale for children
The Moon had risen in the sky in place of the Sun, and the golden fields of wheat turned in a silver sea. The fiery red, happy poppies, scattered among infinite straight ears, turned so gray that it was no longer possible to distinguish them.
Everything had just changed to ashen shadows, when the desperate cry of a little girl named Iris tore the dark air of the night and rose upper, and upper, till the Moon.
Her older brother Red was trying to calm her down with many loving words, but everything he was saying was in vain.
Iris wept, but then she saw in the sky the luminescent disk which, through the child’s tears, appeared as a white and animated reflection in the water of a pond. In Red’s hugging skinny arms, she stopped crying and sobbed and smiled at the Moon, who looked from above and, finally, asked her:
“Why are you crying, little Iris?”
The sad child complained: “Ah, white Moon! Since you rose in heaven in place of the Sun, everything has turned into gray shadows. And the red poppies, which shone through the day and waved in the wind, are now missing! My big brother Red is also all gray, and I’m scared of losing him in this darkness!”
