The Unveiled Soul

From the beginning of ancient times, in a world covered by oceans and seas, in a world full of dreams, one person wandered, wandered from the very beginning, wandered in eternal search, in search of something beautiful.This certain creature was certainly not alone.  This creature had two companions whose personalities we will learn a little later.  And first, let's focus on this very person. And you can't call him person, most likely he is some kind of an idea, a concept, intangible beautiful. Centuries changed, people changed, thoughts changed, habits remained, hearts collapsed and were born again.  This is a kind of cycle.  Maybe magical, maybe even wonderful, but maybe not.  But it is not for us to judge this.  After all, the only unit that is able to judge, speak and repeat is love itself. Yes, it is the very love that has been wandering since the beginning of time. It is the only measure of virtue, perhaps even humanity.

The next day, Adelard was busy with the work of the factory from the very morning.  Numerous documents, calculations of goods, profits, negotiations, all this was just a light veil that separated him from that very beautiful girl.  Trying not to think about her, he tried to immerse himself in work, but today it was more difficult for him than ever. "Monsieur, what about Monsieur Jean?  How to deal with him?" asked the young man in round glasses. Adelard directed his attention towards the young man in front of him. "Are you a new employee?  You were sent to me to be my personal assistant, right?  Remind me of your name?" "Theo.  My name is Theo, Monsieur." "Theo,"  Adelard whispered and continued, "And so Theo, since you are my new assistant, then here is what you should do today." Getting up from his chair, he went to the door and closed it. Young Theo watched him intently. Approaching him, Ad

After a sweet dream, Adelard opened his eyes and noticed that the transparent curtains on his windows looked very aesthetically pleasing.  Previously, not noticing this kind of thing, he was so far from the art of aesthetics.As he watched the thin curtains with small flowers sway in the warm wind, he felt a surge of inspiration.  Reaching out to the table by the bed, his hand took a pen and paper.Looking at how the wind plays with the curtains and how the sun's rays fall on the carpet, leaving lines right up to the door, for some reason he felt like a young poet before whom all the colors of this beautiful world were revealed.After writing a few lines, he looked thoughtfully at his reflection in the mirror.  Thinking about something that was known only to his mind, he got up and went to the mirror.Standing upright in his night robe, he touched his chest where his heart was beating.  With a slight sadness in his eyes, he slowly touched his

She stretched out along the board and, putting her hands behind her head, looked at Adelard.  And every time she looked at him, he was preparing his witty response to her aphorisms. “You are a work of art, my dear. How I wish I could brag about you in New York. You would be a star there. The brightest star." Adelard, hanging upside down above the water, slightly dipped the end of his hair and immediately lifted his head and combed it back.  Watching his every movement, Suzanne could not contain her feelings and involuntarily said, "Maybe I should fall in love with you? What do you think?" And he replied, “You’ve said that for the hundredth time.  Perhaps you love me from the very beginning of our acquaintance." "Here's my secret and it is revealed." Straightening his back, Adelard picked up the oars and began to row.  The waves were getting heavier from the wind. "I am not pleased when someone mentions my beauty. Wh

The sun, as if through a magnifying glass, tried to light a fire on every object, and on every person.  And even sitting in the house, behind the blackout curtains, you could still feel the painful rays of the sun.This heat created perfect silence around.  The land, the whole city fell into silence.  And even the water in the sea was calm, as if tired, longing for a cool breeze.  And even the narrow roads were tired.The sun has silenced everyone, and people sit at home and dream of an evening when a light breeze can calm them down and return their minds to normal.  But only Adelard, sitting directly under the sun that shone through the open window, did not complain that his skin turned red and beads of sweat covered his forehead.Looking just ahead, into the farthest corner of the corridor that led straight into the garden, he did not think at all, he did not dream, he just sat.  There was nothing strange in his position, but it seeme