Princess Olga

(short story)

It was a warm summer night. The full moon shone like the sun. The two were sitting on a bench by the river. The water gently touched their feet, kissing their soles, and the wind ruffled their hair and whispered its night song.

“Do you really think you should go there, High Wizard?” the old woman was picking dried flowers.

“You know that yes. It will be for the better for all of Russ,” Princess Olga carefully wound the moonlight into a ball.

“I am worried about you, foreign land, foreign religion…”

“Religion…” Princess Olga smiled. “All these words and actions are devoid of deep sense; the beliefs of the living have always changed. In other times, the same thing is wrapped in various covers, and the time has come for a new one. The God is one for all…As for the Earth…” the woman threw back a long golden braid, “each of us is a child of this world. The Earth is a small part of it, which has slightly different energy in different places. And after living for more than one century, you stop paying attention to all little things.”

“Who knows how long you’ll be there? How will we hold the initiation of new wizards without you if it suddenly happens?” the old woman carefully examined the petals of the poppy, which surprisingly retained its rich red color, as if the flower had been dipped in blood.

“Can’t you handle it yourself, Svitana? And I don’t need to start speaking about my age here, you are about four hundred years old, right?”

“Maybe yes, maybe no…In any case, you should think about it twice…”

“As you say, High Wizard, as you say.”

The women were silent for a while, and then they sang in unison with the wind, and the whole forest, and the river, and the steppe responded to that song…

Later, Princess Olga went to Constantinople with a gift of heavenly beauty – a tapestry embroidered with silver thread, which resembled a moonbeam. And then…all of you know the story about how the wise princess accepted Christianity from the hands of the Emperor. And when, after the ceremony, he again tried to persuade Olga to marry, he received the answer: “It is not suitable for a godfather to marry his daughter; it is a great sin.” Stunned, Konstantin let the woman go with pleasant gifts, not realizing that the amazing aroma that could be smelled every time from Princess Olga was a mixture of dried flowers, which, although being light, fogged the mind of the Emperor…

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