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It all started in the mountains. Peter, who helped his old grandfather to graze sheep in the summer, and who in the winter diligently attended a paid rural school, along with the rest of the guys loved to climb rocks, climb into mountain gorges and look for new, still unexplored, mysterious places. He was a very inquisitive boy. He was interested in such things about which neither his old grandfather, nor his grandmother, nor the familiar children, nor the school teachers, to whom he constantly addressed the most unexpected questions, nor even their rural teacher, who was considered the most learned man, could tell him anything. the whole county.

Petya, for example, was very anxious to know what the birds are singing and talking to each other, whether the rocks and trees are alive, what is happening on the Moon and stars, and much more. Grandma told Petya many tales and legends, she was a great master at it, but even there he did not find the answer to his questions.

Often, lying at night on a sheepskin in the open air near his hushed flock, he looked at the shimmering stars, so close in the mountains, and dreamed of how to fly there, look and find out everything, what kind of people and animals there are and what our . Or maybe there are some unimaginable monsters living on four heads and five legs, and the greatness of flowers with the house and the fish speak? Why not change your mind, looking at the stars. It seems that they are within reach, but try to reach it. Birds have wings, and even then they do not fly there.

“I wish I had such happiness,” he often thought, “to know everything and see: if he wanted, he flew to the stars, he wanted to, he got into the inside of the mountain, he wanted to, he knew everything about people who lives and what he thinks about. The story is told in fairy tales about an invisible cap, a carpet-plane and various sorceresses - they will flap their sleeves, and entire cities grow out of the ground, and forests appear out of the blue, animals serve, and people understand human speech. That would meet such a ".

Petya dreams like that, sitting on some rock, where he climbed no worse than a mountain goat, and will forget about the time and his pastoral duties, and the old grandfather is waiting, waiting for his grandson, but he will only wave his hand: more, let him walk. The time will come, it will not be fun. He will take an old nasogrey tube out of his pocket, with a nibbled mouthpiece, suck it, carefully look at his flock of sheep, sigh and think: “But well, we still have it in the mountains!”.

Then one day, early in the morning, Petya climbed especially far into the wilds of his beloved mountains. He found a small green lawn covered with flowers between the rocks. Several trees grew along its edges, and a mountain brook murmured softly, as if telling something, making its way from under a large stone. Petya sat down on a stone near a streamlet and thought. His dreams were transported to the country of fairy tales and legends, where the lucky hero everything was accessible and possible.

Petya was dreaming hard, forgetting everything around him, when suddenly something very bright and brilliant flashed past him through the air. Petya awoke from sweet dreams, looked around and saw a small bird of extraordinary beauty sitting near him on a tree branch. All of it was iridescent and sparkled with all sorts of colors, and each of its feathers burned with multicolored fire. The tuft on its small head flared like a diamond crown, and from it came rays in all directions, and the tail, long and thin, was like a stream of molten metal. In a pink beak, she held a transparent object.

Petya quietly gasped when he saw such a miracle, and, opening his mouth, began to look at her, afraid to breathe so as not to frighten the bird away. "Of course, this is a bird of paradise," he decided, "there are no such people on Earth." The bird, as if in response, shook its head, fluttered and flew away, dropping a transparent object from its beak. Petya did not even have time to notice where she went, so quickly she disappeared from the view, as if she had never been. He threw himself under a tree, where a bird of paradise sat, in order to pick up the thing she had dropped.

After a brief search, Peter found her in the thick green grass. These were glasses, but not the same as Petya had seen among familiar people. The glasses were not simple, but faceted and very transparent, in a patterned silver