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6000 kilometers away from Moscow, in the warm ocean there lies a Magic Island of Bodufinolhu, 200 meters wide and 600 meters long.
The island where manta rays swim to the coral reef at the same time every day.
The island where small sharks grow and blue spotted rays hide nimbly in the warm coastal waters.
The island where flying foxes live on tree tops and coconuts lie proudly under the feet.
The island that will forever live in the hearts of our family. Its heat, sun, and energy is always enough for us on a long autumn Moscow day.
The island where Captain Boris, Baby Shark, and Crab were born, where we wanted everyone to meet the Sun and the Ocean.
After seeing this island I was hugging my most expensive treasure on a long evening and created small worlds whispering words in his little ear.
The worlds where most difficult questions had simple and magic answers.
The worlds where happiness is infinite, and you can just sew a hole in the Cloud if it rains.
The worlds where any hero began his life in the Magic Forest.
The worlds where you can start an amazing journey riding Sunny Beams.
The worlds where my little son and I could create, give warmth, help, believe in a miracle and make our wishes come true.
The worlds gathered under the warm roof of House Six will always live in the hearts of my children.
The worlds you can carefully pass along to live in the hearts of grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
The worlds that will make a simple bedtime story immortal, continuing it with every new birth.
The worlds that will save most important and most precious.
When I created our Magical World with my mom, I wanted:
True and faithful friends to live in this world;
Dreams of all girls and boys to come true;
The Sun to be always by my side;
To live with no evil;
A fairy tale to live forever, keeping warmth and hope in the hearts of people.
Listen to your heart. Create your tales and run them in your family.
The History of House Six
In the Blue Land, on a mossy hill in the Magic Forest, there was a house called Six.
It was once built by Giant Midgets in the silence and coolness of the Magic forest, away from stranger’s eye. Every Giant Midget had his own round bed in the House, but none of them had a bath or even a wash basin. Sometimes they washed up with the morning dew and summer rain.
You might wonder why they were called like that and why they made their windows round? It’s a very interesting story: the fact is that they were the giants and had big hands and feet, but they built a very small House for themselves. They were bad at mathematics, so they failed to calculate the length of the timbers correctly.
When the House had been already built, six Giants understood that they could not get into the House. Then the wisest Giant suggested visiting the Fairy, who gave them Blue Water to drink.
From then on, as soon as the Giants approached the House they became very small and were able to get in.
But the Fairy was old, so when she was giving the Giants Blue Water to drink, a little drop fell to the ground. That is why every time the Giants turned into Midgets, every part of their body became small except for the feet. They looked funny: no taller than your little finger, but with HUGE feet.
After all, they cut the round windows to get into their House. There were many windows, six to be precise. Their bare feet showed out from the windows at night as they were sleeping in their small beds inside.
The Giant Midgets lived in the House for a long time, but once the wisest Giant decided they should build a new House that would accommodate them.
So they went away.
The House waited for them to come for dinner or for breakfast. But they were gone.
In the evening, a Cloud passing along leaked, so it started to rain hard. The House was happy to get clean, so it put its walls under the rain to bath them. But the Heavenly Master lost a needle for sewing the Cloud up and went to look for it to another Blue Land, so the Cloud kept on raining.
The House was sad, it got wet and became a little frozen. It even wanted to cry, but then remembered the stories of the merriest Giant Midget about a big green hill where the Sun always shone that you could reach if you walk down a sand path for a long-long time.
There was a magic flower growing on that hill – if you pick it and give it to your friend, a new flower would grow in the same place next day. Its name was Golden Tulip.
You could see an endless blue sea from the top of the hill. There were also little frogs living down the hill that liked having fun and swimming in the sea.
The House decided to go and look for the sandy path and the big green hill while its green meadow is not a bog yet.
Ноuse Six, the Dwarf and His Friend Mouse
The Dwarf loved his House very much. He was very kind and lovely. A long, long time ago the Dwarf met the House on a sandy path when she was looking for the Sun.
At that time, the Dwarf and his family were hiding under a big penny bun cap. It was constantly raining from the Сloud, and the Heavenly Master was still in the Blue Land to get golden threads and sew up the Cloud.
The House was trying to escape from the rain as it got soaking wet, and even its gumboots were tired to keep it safe from the flows of water. It was very bored to travel alone and got almost sad. Then it suddenly noticed four Dwarfs under the mushroom. That’s how they met. The House told that its name was “Six”. The House made up this name in order not to forget his friends, Giant Midgets, who built it.
House Six was very strong and kind, that is why it invited four Dwarfs indoors so that they didn’t get wet under the leaky cloud. They continued their trip together. They had plenty of adventures on the way but finally found the magic hill with the Golden Flower.
The Dwarf loved his family very much, but when his relatives were getting ready for a long journey, he decided to stay on the hill with his friend House Six. Soon a small, but very brave Mouse joined them.
Every morning the Sun woke the Dwarf up passing through the round window and tickled his feet. He opened his eyes and saw the Sun sitting on a big dining table and dangling its feet. Then the Sun usually woke up Dwarf’s best friend Mouse who lived in a mink under the plinth, hugging with its warm rays.
The Mouse did not have her own small round window for the Sun to come. That is why when the Dwarf got up, the Sun usually got off from the dining table, tiptoed to a little mink and all its rays glinted inside.