In a certain kingdom, or more precisely, in a certain realm, there lived a king and queen. The kingdom was small, prosperous, well-maintained, and peaceful, in a word. All problems had been solved by the current king's great-grandfather.
But there was one problem the great-grandfather couldn't solve, since it had appeared recently, after the current monarch's marriage. You've probably guessed that the royal couple had no children.
The queen tried to solve this delicate matter in her own way. Every evening she took long walks, hoping to meet a kind sorceress who would give her some charming little trinket. She would place it under her pillow, and in 9 months an heir to the throne would appear.
The queen walked slowly along the path of the old castle garden, lost in sad thoughts: late autumn had already arrived, soon she would have to stop her long walks because of the cold and snow, and the sorceress hadn't appeared to her this year either. The queen sat down on a bench, and suddenly something fell on her head. It was a twig.
The queen was a bit surprised, since there was no wind. She looked up and saw a large nest with a bird sitting in it, very much like a large-sized duck. The queen looked at this sight with amazement. Not because of the size of the nest and duck, but because the bird was sitting in a nest in October.
Suddenly the duck stirred, and an egg fell right into the queen's hands. A large white egg, still warm. The duck suddenly took off vertically like a plane from an aircraft carrier and, making some whistling sound, disappeared behind a cloud. The nest swayed and fell at the queen's feet. The queen flinched, pressed the egg to herself, covering it with her palms.
With an expression of fear and bewilderment on her face and the egg in her hands, she appeared in the castle. The king was sitting by the fireplace reading the "Royal Gazette."
Look what I brought!
The queen addressed her husband. The king folded the newspaper and looked at his wife and the egg in her hands.
What's that? Where did you get an egg? Are you going to take it to the kitchen?
No. I don't know what to do with it, but I'm definitely not going to fry it.
And the queen told him about the small incident in the garden. The king pondered. He somehow immediately understood that this was all for a reason.
You know, I think this is all not by chance. There's some higher meaning here. An egg is the beginning of life. Maybe this is the beginning of our child's life?
Said the king.
So what do we do now?
Let's try to incubate it.
You try.
The queen agreed.
What do you mean, I try? In the natural world, females do the incubating. Everyone knows that from school.
And in the world of kings, they don't do it at all. At least, there's nothing about it in the school curriculum.
But the debate quickly died down, because both the king and queen knew from school that eggs need to be kept warm constantly. But how exactly?
Maybe we should order an incubator?
The king suggested.
No. Not only will our baby hatch from an egg, but he'll also be incubator-raised? Order all the pillows in the castle to be brought to our bedroom.
The queen disagreed.
An hour later, the queen was already sitting on a mountain of pillows in a spacious house dress, warming the egg with her body.
What should I do?
Asked the king, who also wanted to participate in obtaining an heir.
You'll bring me food, replace me if I want to stretch a bit or take a shower.
The incubation process began. The king and queen, taking turns, sat on the mountain of pillows. Everything would have been fine if not for two troubling moments: doubts that this venture would end with the desired result, and paparazzi.
If each member of the royal couple fought their doubts independently and didn't voice them, the situation with the paparazzi was much more complicated. Fighting them was difficult: neither locks nor blinds helped. Like magpies, they sat on the strongest branches of trees growing near the palace windows, slipped through doors behind servants' backs, pretended to be mailmen and messengers.
Much time passed. The exhausted queen had already resigned herself to the thought that this was a foolish venture and one night decided to tell her husband. But the king was asleep, she was still sitting on the pillows, seemed ridiculous and silly to herself, and quietly cried. Suddenly there was a soft crack, the queen moved aside and saw that the egg had split, and among the scattered shells the queen saw a little boy.
The news that an heir had appeared in the kingdom was printed in the "Royal Gazette" early in the morning. The paparazzi fell from the trees in unison like ripe pears, and the garden emptied. In the commotion, no one noticed that a large bird was sitting in a big tree on the central avenue. With its head tilted to one side, it watched everything happening.
The queen, who hadn't breathed fresh air for quite a long time, decided to go out to the garden for at least half an hour, leaving her sleeping son in the care of nannies and the king. The garden was already frosty, frozen leaves crunched underfoot. The queen reached the bench where she had sat on that memorable evening.
She suddenly wanted to see the bird and thank it for the greatest joy in her life. For some reason she was sure that the bird would understand what she would say to it.
The queen looked up, but didn't see the bird. "What a pity," thought the queen, "how sad when you can't say a few warm words to the one to whom you owe your happiness!" But the sadness was light, fresh clean air was breathed in deeply, her heart beat a little faster. And ahead was a new life, so long-awaited.
A familiar light whistle sounded, and someone took off almost vertically from a tree deep in the avenue, like a plane from an aircraft carrier. But the queen, absorbed in her thoughts, didn't see it. And the bird rose higher and higher, and her heart was joyful. Almost under the very clouds she sang from the joy that overwhelmed her.
She was a true bird of happiness and knew that this very happiness must be brought anonymously and freely, because only then does the giver receive such boundless freedom and the ability to sing with the soul.
