Holiday quest “In the distant kingdom, in the thirtieth state.

A. S. Pushkin

Nowhere, in the distant kingdom,
In the thirtieth state,
Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon.
From a young age he was formidable
And the neighbors every now and then
Offended boldly;
But in my old age I wanted
Take a break from military affairs
And give yourself some peace.
The neighbors are disturbing here
Steel the old king,
Doing terrible harm to him.
So that the ends of your possessions
Protect from attacks
He should have contained
Numerous army.
The governors did not sleep,
But they didn’t make it in time.
They used to wait from the south, lo and behold -
An army is coming from the east!
They will celebrate here - dashing guests
Coming from the sea... Out of anger
Indus King Dadon cried,
Inda even forgot his sleep.
Why is life in such anxiety!
Here he is asking for help
Turned to the sage
To the astrologer and eunuch.
He sends a messenger after him with a bow.

Here is the sage in front of Dadon
He stood up and took it out of the bag
Golden cockerel.
“Plant this bird,”
He said to the king - on the knitting needle;
My golden cockerel
Your faithful watchman will be:
If everything around is peaceful,
So he will sit quietly;
But only a little from the outside
Expect war for you
Or the onslaught of battle force,
Or another uninvited misfortune
Instantly then my cockerel
Raises the comb
Screams and starts up
And it will turn back to that place.”
The king of the eunuch thanks
It promises mountains of gold.
“For such a favor,”
He says in admiration, -
Your first will
I will do it as mine.”

Cockerel from a high knitting needle
Began to guard its borders.
A little danger is visible,
Faithful watchman as if from a dream
It will move, it will perk up,
Will turn to the other side
And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku.
Reign while lying on your side!”
And the neighbors calmed down,
They no longer dared to fight:
Such is King Dadon
He fought back from all sides!

A year or two passes peacefully;
The cockerel sits still.
One day King Dadon
Awakened by a terrible noise:
“You are our king! father of the people! –
The governor proclaims. –
Sovereign! wake up! trouble!” –
“What is it, gentlemen? –
Dadon says, yawning, -
Eh?..Who’s there?..what’s the trouble?”
Voivode says:
“The cockerel is crowing again;
There is fear and noise throughout the capital.”
The king to the window, - en on the knitting needle,
He sees a cockerel beating,
Facing east.
There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry!
People, get on your horse! Hey, come alive!”
The king sends an army to the east,
The eldest son leads him.
The cockerel calmed down
The noise died down, and the king forgot.

Eight days pass now
But there is no news from the army;
Was there, or was there not, a battle -
No report to Dadon.
The cockerel crows again;
The king calls another army;
He's a smaller son now
He sends the big one to the rescue.
The cockerel calmed down again.
No news from them again!
Again eight days pass;
People spend their days in fear;
The cockerel crows again;
The king calls the third army
And leads her to the east, -
Himself, not knowing whether it would be of any use.

The troops march day and night;
They become unbearable.
No massacre, no camp,
No grave mound
King Dadon does not meet.
“What kind of miracle?” - he thinks.
Now the eighth day has passed,
The king leads the army to the mountains
And between the high mountains
He sees a silk tent.
Everything is in wonderful silence
Around the tent; in a narrow gorge
The army lies beaten.
King Dadon hurries to the tent...
What a terrible picture!
Before him are his two sons
Without helmets and without armor
Both lie dead
The sword stuck into each other.
Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow
On the trampled grass,
Through the bloody ant...
The king howled: “Oh, children, children!
Woe is me! caught in the net
Both our falcons!
Woe! my death has come.”
Everyone howled for Dadon,
Moaned heavily
The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains
Shocked. Suddenly the tent
It opened... and the girl,
Shamakhan queen,
All shining like the dawn,
She met the king quietly.
Like a bird of the night before the sun,
The king fell silent, looking into her eyes,
And he forgot in front of her
Death of both sons.
And she is in front of Dadon
Smiled and bowed
She took him by the hand
And she took her into her tent.
There she sat him at the table,
She treated me to every kind of dish;
I put her to rest
On a brocade bed
And then, exactly a week,
Submitting to her unconditionally,
Bewitched, delighted,
Dadon feasted with her.

Finally on the way back
With your military strength
And with a young girl
The king went home.
The rumor ran before him,
She divulged fables and fables.
Under the capital, near the gates,
The people greeted them with noise,
Everyone is running after the chariot,
Behind Dadon and the queen;
Dadon welcomes everyone...
. Suddenly in the crowd he saw
In a white Saracen cap,
All gray-haired like a swan,
His old friend, eunuch.
"A! great, my father, -
The king said to him, “What do you say?”
Come closer! What do you order? –
- Tsar! - the sage answers, -
Let's finally break up
Do you remember? for my service
He promised me as a friend,
My first will
You perform it as your own.
Give me the girl. –
Shamakhan queen... –
The king was extremely amazed.
"What you? - he said to the elder -
Or has the demon got inside you?
Or are you crazy?
What's on your mind?
Of course I promised
But there is a limit to everything!
And why do you need a girl?
Come on, do you know who I am?
Ask from me
Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar,
Even a horse from the royal stables,
At least half my kingdom.”
- I don’t want anything!
Give me a girl
The Shamakhan queen,” says the sage in response.
The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no!
You won't get anything.
You, sinner, are torturing yourself;
Get out, safe for now;
Get the old man away!”
The old man wanted to argue
But it is costly to quarrel with others;
The king grabbed him with his staff
On the forehead; he fell face down
And the spirit is gone. – The entire capital
Shuddered; and the girl -
Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha!
Not afraid, you know, of sin.
The king, although he was greatly alarmed,
He smiled at her affectionately.
Here he is entering the city...
Suddenly there was a light ringing sound,
And in the eyes of the entire capital
The cockerel flew off the knitting needle;
Flew to the chariot
And he sat on the king’s head,
Startled, pecked at the crown
And soared... and at the same time
Dadon fell from the chariot -
He groaned once, and he died.
And the queen suddenly disappeared,
It was as if it had never happened at all.
The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!
A lesson to good fellows.

Nowhere, in the distant kingdom,
In the thirtieth state,
Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon.
From a young age he was formidable
And the neighbors every now and then
Boldly inflicted insults,
But in my old age I wanted
Take a break from military affairs
And arrange peace for yourself;
The neighbors are disturbing here
Steel the old king,
Doing terrible harm to him.
So that the ends of your possessions
Protect from attacks
He should have contained
Numerous army.
The governors did not sleep,
But they didn’t have time:
They were waiting, it happened from the south, lo and behold -
An army is coming from the east.
They will celebrate here - dashing guests
They come from the sea. Out of anger
Indus King Dadon cried,
Inda even forgot his sleep.
Why is life in such anxiety!
Here he is asking for help
Turned to the sage
To the astrologer and eunuch.
He sends a messenger after him with a bow.

Here is the sage in front of Dadon
He stood up and took it out of the bag
Golden cockerel.
"Plant this bird,"
He said to the king, “on the knitting needle;
My golden cockerel
Your faithful watchman will be:
If everything around is peaceful,
So he will sit quietly;
But only a little from the outside
Expect war for you
Or the onslaught of battle force,
Or another uninvited misfortune,
Instantly then my cockerel
Raises the comb
Screams and starts up
And it will turn back to that place."

The king of the eunuch thanks
It promises mountains of gold.
"For such a favor,"
He says in admiration, -
Your first will
I will do it as mine."

Cockerel from a high knitting needle
Began to guard its borders.
A little danger is visible,
Faithful watchman as if from a dream
Will move, perk up,
Will turn to the other side
And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku.
Reign lying on your side!"
And the neighbors calmed down,
They no longer dared to fight:
Such is King Dadon
He fought back from all sides!

A year or two pass peacefully;
The cockerel sits still.
Suddenly one day King Dadon
Awakened by a terrible noise:
"You are our king! father of the people! -
The governor proclaims, -
Sovereign! wake up! trouble!"
- "What is it, gentlemen? -
Dadon says, yawning, -
Eh?..Who’s there?..what’s the trouble?”
Voivode says:
“The cockerel is crowing again;
There is fear and noise throughout the capital."
Tsar to the window, - en on the knitting needle,
He sees a cockerel beating,
Facing east.
There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry!
People, get on your horse! Hey, come on!"
The king sends an army to the east,
His eldest son leads him.
The cockerel calmed down
The noise died down and the king forgot

Eight days pass now
But there is no news from the army:
Was there, or was there not, a battle, -
No report to Dadon.
The cockerel crows again.
The king calls another army;
He's a smaller son now
Sends to the rescue of the big one;
The cockerel calmed down again.
No news from them again!
Again eight days pass;
People carry them out in fear,
The cockerel crows again
The king calls the third army
And leads her to the east
Not knowing whether it would be of any use.

The troops march day and night;
They become unbearable.
No massacre, no camp,
No grave mound
King Dadon does not meet.
"What kind of miracle?" - he thinks.
Now the eighth day has passed,
The king leads the army to the mountains
And between the high mountains
He sees a silk tent.
Everything is in wonderful silence
Around the tent; in a narrow gorge
The army lies beaten.
King Dadon hurries to the tent...
What a terrible picture!
Before him are his two sons
Without helmets and without armor
Both lie dead
The sword stuck into each other.
Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow,
On the trampled grass,
Through the bloody ant...
The king howled: “Oh, children, children!
Woe is me! caught in the net
Both our falcons!
Woe! my death has come."

Everyone howled for Dadon,
Moaned heavily
The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains
Shocked. Suddenly the tent
It opened... and the girl,
Shamakhan queen,
All shining like the dawn,
She met the king quietly.
Like a bird of the night before the sun,
The king fell silent, looking into her eyes,
And he forgot in front of her
Death of both sons.
And she is in front of Dadon
Smiled and bowed
She took him by the hand
And she took her into her tent.
There she sat him at the table,
She treated me to every kind of dish,
I put her to rest
On a brocade bed.
And then, exactly a week,
Submitting to her unconditionally,
Bewitched, delighted,
Dadon feasted with her.

The old man wanted to argue
But it is costly to quarrel with others;
The king grabbed him with his staff
On the forehead; he fell face down
And the spirit is gone. - The entire capital
She shuddered, and the girl -
Hee hee hee yes ha ha ha!
Not afraid, you know, of sin.
The king, although he was greatly alarmed,
He smiled at her affectionately.
Here he is entering the city...
Suddenly there was a light ringing sound,
And in the eyes of the entire capital
The cockerel flew off the needle,
Flew to the chariot
And he sat on the king’s head,
Startled, pecked at the crown
And soared... and at the same time
Dadon fell from the chariot -
He groaned once and he died.
And the queen suddenly disappeared,
It was as if it had never happened at all.
The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!
A lesson to good fellows.

Nowhere, in the distant kingdom,
In the thirtieth state,
Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon.
He was formidable from a young age
And the neighbors every now and then
Offended boldly;
But in my old age I wanted
Take a break from military affairs
And give yourself some peace.
The neighbors are disturbing here
Steel the old king,
Doing terrible harm to him.
So that the ends of your possessions
Protect from attacks
He should have contained
Numerous army.
The governors did not sleep,
But they didn’t have time:
They used to wait from the south, lo and behold,
An army is coming from the east.
Celebrate here, dashing guests
They come from the sea. Out of anger
Indus King Dadon cried,
Inda even forgot his sleep.
Why is life in such anxiety!
Here he is asking for help
Turned to the sage
To the astrologer and eunuch.
He sends a messenger after him with a bow.
Here is the sage in front of Dadon
He stood up and took it out of the bag
Golden cockerel.
“Plant this bird,
He said to the king, “on the knitting needle;
My golden cockerel
Your faithful watchman will be:
If everything around is peaceful,
So he will sit quietly;
But only a little from the outside
Expect war for you
Or the onslaught of battle force,
Or another uninvited misfortune,
Instantly then my cockerel
Raises the comb
Screams and starts up
And it will turn to that place.”
The king of the eunuch thanks
It promises mountains of gold.
“For such a favor,
He says in admiration,
Your first will
I’ll do it like mine.”
Cockerel from a high knitting needle
Began to guard its borders.
A little danger is visible,
Faithful watchman as if from a dream
Will move, perk up,
Will turn to the other side
And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku.
Reign while lying on your side!”
And the neighbors calmed down,
They no longer dared to fight:
Such is King Dadon
He fought back from all sides!
A year or two passes peacefully;
The cockerel sits still.
One day King Dadon
Awakened by a terrible noise:
“You are our king! father of the people! ?
The governor proclaims,
Sovereign! wake up! trouble!
What is it, gentlemen? ?
Dadon says, yawning:
Eh?..Who's there?..what's the problem? ?
Voivode says:
“The cockerel is crowing again;
There is fear and noise throughout the capital."
Tsar to the window, en on the knitting needle,
He sees a cockerel beating,
Facing east.
There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry!
People, get on your horse! Hey, come on!”
The king sends an army to the east,
His eldest son leads him.
The cockerel calmed down
The noise died down, and the king forgot.
Eight days pass now
But there is no news from the army;
Was there, or was there not, a battle?
No report to Dadon.
The cockerel crows again.
The king calls another army;
He's a smaller son now
Sends to the rescue of the big one;
The cockerel calmed down again.
No news from them again!
Again eight days pass;
People spend their days in fear;
The cockerel crows again
The king calls the third army
And leads her to the east,
Not knowing whether it would be of any use.
The troops march day and night;
They become unbearable.
No massacre, no camp,
No grave mound
King Dadon does not meet.
“What kind of miracle?” he thinks.
Now the eighth day has passed,
The king leads the army to the mountains
And between the high mountains
He sees a silk tent.
Everything is in wonderful silence
Around the tent; in a narrow gorge
The army lies beaten.
King Dadon hurries to the tent...
What a terrible picture!
Before him are his two sons
Without helmets and without armor
Both lie dead
The sword stuck into each other.
Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow,
On the trampled grass,
Through the bloody ant...
The king howled: “Oh children, children!
Woe is me! caught in the net
Both our falcons!
Woe! my death has come."
Everyone howled for Dadon,
Moaned heavily
The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains
Shocked. Suddenly the tent
It opened... and the girl,
Shamakhan queen,
All shining like the dawn,
She met the king quietly.
Like a bird of the night before the sun,
The king fell silent, looking into her eyes,
And he forgot in front of her
Death of both sons.
And she is in front of Dadon
Smiled and bowed
She took him by the hand
And she took her into her tent.
There she sat him at the table,
She treated me to every kind of dish;
I put her to rest
On a brocade bed.
And then, exactly a week,
Submitting to her unconditionally,
Bewitched, delighted,
Dadon feasted with her
Finally on the way back
With your military strength
And with a young girl
The king went home.
The rumor ran before him,
She divulged fables and fables.
Under the capital, near the gates,
The people greeted them with noise,
Everyone is running after the chariot,
Behind Dadon and the queen;
Dadon welcomes everyone...
Suddenly in the crowd he saw
In a white Saracen cap,
All gray-haired like a swan,
His old friend, eunuch.
“Ah, great, my father,
The king said to him, “What do you say?”
Come closer! What do you order?
King! the sage answers,
Let's finally give up.
Do you remember? for my service
He promised me as a friend,
My first will
You perform it as your own.
Give me a girl,
Shamakhan queen. ?
The king was extremely amazed.
"What you? he said to the old man,
Or the demon has turned inside you,
Or are you crazy?
What's on your mind?
Of course I promised
But there is a limit to everything.
And why do you need a girl?
Come on, do you know who I am?
Ask from me
Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar,
Even a horse from the royal stables,
At least half my kingdom."
I don’t want anything!
Give me a girl
Shamakhan queen,
The sage speaks in response.
The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no!
You won't get anything.
You, sinner, are torturing yourself;
Get out, safe for now;
Get the old man away!”
The old man wanted to argue
But it is costly to quarrel with others;
The king grabbed him with his staff
On the forehead; he fell face down
And the spirit is gone. The entire capital
She shuddered, and the girl
Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha!
Not afraid, you know, of sin.
The king, although he was greatly alarmed,
He smiled at her affectionately.
Here he is entering the city...
Suddenly there was a light ringing sound,
And in the eyes of the entire capital
The cockerel flew off the needle,
Flew to the chariot
And he sat on the king’s head,
Startled, pecked at the crown
And soared... and at the same time
Dadon fell from the chariot
He groaned once, and he died.
And the queen suddenly disappeared,
It was as if it had never happened at all.
The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!
A lesson to good fellows.

FAIRY TALE
ABOUT THE GOLDEN COCK

With comments from an astrologer

Nowhere, in the distant kingdom,
In the thirtieth state,
Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon.
He was formidable from a young age
And the neighbors every now and then
Offended boldly;
But in my old age I wanted
Take a break from military affairs
And give yourself some peace.
The neighbors are disturbing here
Steel the old king,
Doing terrible harm to him.
So that the ends of your possessions
Protect from attacks
He should have contained
Numerous army.
The governors did not sleep,
But they didn’t have time:
They used to wait from the south, lo and behold -
An army is coming from the east.
They will celebrate here - dashing guests
They come from the sea. Out of anger
Indus King Dadon cried,
Inda even forgot his sleep.
Why is life in such anxiety! For more than a year, the client has had a problem that he cannot solve on his own. His life is literally going downhill: unpleasant events happen to him, it is difficult for him to remain himself, his partnerships are in critical condition, his source of income is under threat, his health leaves much to be desired. In general, a total disaster.
Here he is asking for help
Turned to the sage
To the astrologer and eunuch. Client's appeal to an astrologer.
He sends a messenger after him with a bow. Sends an application from the website, or calls by phone, or comes to the office.
Here is the sage in front of Dadon
He stood up and took it out of the bag
Golden cockerel. An astrologer drew up a horoscope for a client.
“Plant this bird,”
He said to the king, “on the knitting needle;
My golden cockerel
Your faithful watchman will be:
If everything around is peaceful,
So he will sit quietly;
But only a little from the outside
Expect war for you
Or the onslaught of battle force,
Or another uninvited misfortune,
Instantly then my cockerel
Raises the comb
Screams and starts up
And it will turn into that place.” The astrologer gave the client practical recommendations.
The king of the eunuch thanks
It promises mountains of gold.
“For such a favor,”
He says in admiration, -
Your first will
I’ll do it like mine.” The client raises the issue of paying for the astrologer's services. Both agree that the astrologer can at any time receive any payment from the client at his discretion.
Cockerel from a high knitting needle
Began to guard its borders.
A little danger is visible,
Faithful watchman as if from a dream
Will move, perk up,
Will turn to the other side
And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku.
Reign while lying on your side!”
And the neighbors calmed down,
They no longer dared to fight:
Such is King Dadon
He fought back from all sides! As a result of the consultation, the client’s picture of the world expanded, the energy intensified, and the flow of events was harmonized. The astrologer fulfilled part of his obligation according to the contract.
A year or two passes peacefully;
The cockerel sits still.
One day King Dadon
Awakened by a terrible noise:
“You are our king! father of the people! -
The governor proclaims, -
Sovereign! wake up! trouble!
- What is it, gentlemen? -
Dadon says, yawning: -
Eh?..Who's there?..what's the problem? -
Voivode says:
“The cockerel is crowing again;
There is fear and noise throughout the capital."
Tsar to the window, - en on the knitting needle,
He sees a cockerel beating,
Facing east.
There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry!
People, get on your horse! Hey, come on!”
The king sends an army to the east,
His eldest son leads him.
The cockerel calmed down
The noise died down, and the king forgot. Transit of Saturn or a trans-Saturn planet to an important point in the horoscope, the first touch is a collision with a new phenomenon in life, incomprehensible and unprecedented, which is not yet recognized as a problem. Hope that everything will work out.
Eight days pass now
But there is no news from the army;
Was there, or was there not, a battle, -
No report to Dadon.
The cockerel crows again. The second touch is the need to acknowledge the existence of a problem.
The king calls another army;
He's a smaller son now
Sends to the rescue of the big one;
The cockerel calmed down again.
No news from them again!
Again eight days pass;
People spend their days in fear;
The cockerel crows again
The king calls the third army
And leads her to the east, -
Not knowing whether it would be of any use. The third touch is the final integration of the lived experience into the psyche.
The troops march day and night;
They become unbearable.
No massacre, no camp,
No grave mound
King Dadon does not meet.
“What kind of miracle?” - he thinks.
Now the eighth day has passed,
The king leads the army to the mountains
And between the high mountains
He sees a silk tent.
Everything is in wonderful silence
Around the tent; in a narrow gorge
The army lies beaten.
King Dadon hurries to the tent...
What a terrible picture!
Before him are his two sons
Without helmets and without armor
Both lie dead
The sword stuck into each other.
Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow,
On the trampled grass,
Through the bloody ant...
The king howled: “Oh children, children!
Woe is me! caught in the net
Both our falcons!
Woe! my death has come." The realization that reality has changed significantly, completely and irrevocably. Mourning for lost values.
Everyone howled for Dadon,
Moaned heavily
The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains
Shocked. Suddenly the tent
It opened... and the girl,
Shamakhan queen,
All shining like the dawn,
She met the king quietly. As always, after integrating the experiences brought by the transit of Saturn or a trans-Saturn planet, new opportunities open up.
Like a bird of the night before the sun,
The king fell silent, looking into her eyes,
And he forgot in front of her
Death of both sons.
And she is in front of Dadon
Smiled and bowed
She took him by the hand
And she took her into her tent.
There she sat him at the table,
She treated me to every kind of dish;
I put her to rest
On a brocade bed.
And then, exactly a week,
Submitting to her unconditionally,
Bewitched, delighted,
Dadon feasted with her
Finally on the way back
With your military strength
And with a young girl
The king went home. The client began a new stage of life: something has finally and irrevocably changed in him and in his external and internal reality.
The rumor ran before him,
She divulged fables and fables.
Under the capital, near the gates,
The people greeted them with noise, -
Everyone is running after the chariot,
Behind Dadon and the queen;
Dadon welcomes everyone... The client accepts the changes that have taken place.
Suddenly in the crowd he saw
In a white Saracen cap,
All gray-haired like a swan,
His old friend, eunuch. The client remembered the astrologer. But it was no coincidence that the astrologer appeared in the client’s field of view: the astrologer knows that the client has new values. Obviously, the astrologer wants to receive a fee based on the client's new capabilities.
“Oh, great, my father,”
The king said to him, “What do you say?”
Come closer! What do you order? The client is ready to pay the astrologer for the service.

Tsar! - the sage answers, -
Let's finally give up.
Do you remember? for my service
He promised me as a friend,
My first will
You perform it as your own.
Give me a girl,
Shamakhan queen. -
The king was extremely amazed. The fee stated by the astrologer was unexpected for the client.
"What you? - he said to the elder, -
Or the demon has turned inside you,
Or are you crazy?
What's on your mind? Here the client is faced with the fact that in the agreement existing between him and the astrologer, things were discovered that he did not understand before, that he did not even know about.
Of course I promised
But there is a limit to everything. The client means that at the time of concluding the transaction, the object requested by the astrologer did not yet exist and, therefore, cannot act as a fee.
And why do you need a girl? A reasonable question: why should an astrologer ask for something that he cannot use for its intended purpose? The client suspects the astrologer of playing some kind of psychological game against the client or of some insidious plan on his behalf.
Come on, do you know who I am? The client tries to evoke in the astrologer the subpersonality that entered into the contract.
Ask from me
Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar,
Even a horse from the royal stables,
At least half my kingdom." The client as a whole does not refuse to pay the astrologer at the highest level, but within the capabilities of the subpersonality that entered into the contract, and refuses to enter into the psychological game proposed by the astrologer or to participate in his suspicious plot.
- I don’t want anything!
Give me a girl
Shamakhan queen, -
The sage speaks in response. The astrologer insists on his own.
The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no!
You won't get anything.
You, sinner, are torturing yourself;
Get out, safe for now;
Get the old man away!” The client falls into righteous anger and takes specific measures to protect himself from the unlawful actions of the astrologer.
The old man wanted to argue; the Astrologer did not have the wisdom to assess the degree of danger posed by the client.
But it is costly to quarrel with others;
The king grabbed him with his staff
On the forehead; he fell face down
And the spirit is gone. - The entire capital
She shuddered, and the girl -
Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha!
Not afraid, you know, of sin.
The king, although he was greatly alarmed,
He smiled at her affectionately. The client suspects that he did something wrong or wrong, but represses the problem into the subconscious.
Here he is entering the city...
Suddenly there was a light ringing sound,
And in the eyes of the entire capital
The cockerel flew off the needle,
Flew to the chariot
And he sat on the king’s head,
Startled, pecked at the crown
And soared... and at the same time
Dadon fell from the chariot -
He groaned once and he died. Although the agreement between the astrologer and the client left much to be desired - it was drawn up in such a way that the client found himself in a vulnerable position, and the astrologer received wide scope for psychological games - but the agreement is an agreement, it must be respected, revising the agreement retroactively is unethical. Thus, a client who breaks the contract destroys the harmony of the world. Destroyed harmony always strives for restoration. The restoration of the harmony of the world comes at the expense of the one who violated it.
And the queen suddenly disappeared,
It was as if it had never happened at all.
The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!
A lesson to good fellows. The astrologer should charge the client for his services in advance, so as not to tempt the client with the possibility of not paying after receiving the service. The payment should be such that both parties are satisfied: not too low for one, but not too high for the other. The astrologer must be calm about the fact that after the consultation, new opportunities will open up for the client. For example, the client will become significantly rich, or become famous, or influential. That is, an astrologer may feel a sense of envy towards his client, pride in him or the expectation of some good deeds from him - we are not responsible for the thoughts that come to our minds from somewhere. But we are responsible for the thoughts we think. So, if such thoughts come to an astrologer, the astrologer should allow them to flash through his head, but not linger in it. That is, we, astrologers, should not ask the client for additional payment for a service (in the form of money, patronage, benefits, etc.) when we see that it has led the client to outstanding (from our point of view) opportunities. The astrologer should not give the slightest reason to the client to feel indebted to the astrologer. For the safety of both.

The Tale of the Golden CockerelIllustrations for The Tale of the Golden Cockerel

Here is the sage in front of Dadon
He stood up and took it out of the bag
Golden cockerel.
“Plant this bird, -
He said to the king, - to the knitting needle;
My golden cockerel
Your faithful watchman will be:
If everything around is peaceful,
So he will sit quietly;
But only a little from the outside
Expect war for you
Or the onslaught of battle force,
Or another uninvited misfortune
Instantly then my cockerel
Raises the comb
Screams and starts up
And it will turn back to that place.”
The king of the eunuch thanks
It promises mountains of gold.
“For such a favor,”
He says in admiration, -
Your first will
I will do it as mine.”

A year or two passes peacefully;
The cockerel sits still.
One day King Dadon
Awakened by a terrible noise:
“You are our king! father of the people! -
The governor proclaims. -
Sovereign! wake up! trouble!” -
“What is it, gentlemen? -
Dadon says, yawning, -
Eh?..Who’s there?..what’s the trouble?”
Voivode says:
“The cockerel is crowing again;
There is fear and noise throughout the capital.”
Tsar to the window, - en on the knitting needle,
He sees a cockerel beating,
Facing east.
There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry!
People, get on your horse! Hey, come alive!”
The king sends an army to the east,
The eldest son leads him.
The cockerel calmed down
The noise died down, and the king forgot.

Eight days pass now
But there is no news from the army;
Was there, or was there not, a battle, -
No report to Dadon.
The cockerel crows again;
The king calls another army;
He's a smaller son now
He sends the big one to the rescue.
The cockerel calmed down again.
No news from them again!
Again eight days pass;
People spend their days in fear;
The cockerel crows again;
The king calls the third army
And leads her to the east, -
Himself, not knowing whether it would be of any use.

Finally on the way back
With your military strength
And with a young girl
The king went home.
The rumor ran before him,
She divulged fables and fables.
Under the capital, near the gates,
The people greeted them with noise, -
Everyone is running after the chariot,
Behind Dadon and the queen;
Dadon welcomes everyone...
Suddenly in the crowd he saw
In a white Saracen cap,
All gray-haired like a swan,
His old friend, eunuch.
"A! great, my father, -
The king said to him, “What do you say?”
Come closer! What do you order? -
- Tsar! - the sage answers, -
Let's finally break up
Do you remember? for my service
He promised me as a friend,
My first will
You perform it as your own.
Give me the girl. -
Shamakhan queen... -
The king was extremely amazed.
"What you? - he said to the elder, -
Or has the demon got inside you?
Or are you crazy?
What's on your mind?
Of course I promised
But there is a limit to everything!
And why do you need a girl?
Come on, do you know who I am?
Ask from me
Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar,
Even a horse from the royal stables,
At least half my kingdom.”
- I don’t want anything!
Give me a girl
Shamakhan queen, -
The sage speaks in response.
The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no!
You won't get anything.
You, sinner, are torturing yourself;
Get out, safe for now;
Get the old man away!”
The old man wanted to argue
But it is costly to quarrel with others;
The king grabbed him with his staff
On the forehead; he fell face down
And the spirit is gone. - The entire capital
Shuddered; and the girl -
Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha!
Not afraid, you know, of sin.
The king, although he was greatly alarmed,
He smiled at her affectionately.
Here he is entering the city...
Suddenly there was a light ringing sound,
And in the eyes of the entire capital
The cockerel flew off the knitting needle;
Flew to the chariot
And he sat on the king’s head,
Startled, pecked at the crown
And soared... and at the same time
Dadon fell from the chariot -
He groaned once and he died.
And the queen suddenly disappeared,
It was as if it had never happened at all.
The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!
A lesson to good fellows.