There is all, that cannot be on the Earth

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1. SQUABBLERS
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      On a window-sill there was a saucer with a crimson syrup. A wasp has arrived  and has begun to fly, to turn above a saucer. 
      -  Who may like this guest?!  Go away, the gatecrasher, from here! - Willy has told.
      -  It is not present! Do not go away! - his brother Gregory has told.
      - Let it fly to a wood, - Willy has told.
      - No, let it fly here, - has told Gregory.
      The wasp has not gone far from two brothers,  it has turned round a little and what has done after that? It has sat down on the saucer.
-  The syrup is necessary for us!  -  Willy has cried.  - It will be bad
for me, if this syrup does not remain at all! I am sure, the wasp will drink all!
-  Come on, the wasp!  -  Gregory has told. -  I think, you can 
refuel.
-  What do you speak?  The such is not necessary to tell to the
wasp!  -  Willy has become angry.
      -  And what do you make?! -  Gregory has answered wrathfully.
      The wasp has got drunk a sweet syrup. It has straightened his small wings.  Thereafter it has  flown away hardly.
      The whole hour Willy and Gregory did not talk with each other. And  half an hour in addition they did not be in a hurry to speak. But thereafter they have  reconciled, and all syrup… they, as you understand,  have eaten all syrup with bread.
      -  It seems to me, the wasp has drunk a lot of the syrup, -  Willy has licked the spoon, has sighed.  -  It is a pity!
      -  It is not present!  It is not a pity! - Gregory has told immediately.
      -  Cease,  -  Willy has started to frown.  -  I am already tired to argue.
      -  All right,  -  Gregory has agreed,  -  I have argued. And I am the winner.
      -   Are you really the winner?
      -  It is no doubt.
      - Well!  -  Willy has answered angry.  -  But I  do not need to agree, because just I am the real winner.
      And they began to argue again.
      The wasp has flown off. As they say, not a trace has remained.
      Oh, it has happened  a long time ago, even any odour of the crimson syrup has disappeared, however the boys have continued their loud conversation.
      What has Willy thought about?
      “It is a pity, but I am sure: Gregory thinks, the such cannot be on the Earth! The such, when people discontinue to argue!”
    

2. TRAVELLERS
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      Once Willy and Gregory televiewed. What did the screen show? It showed them travellers, which had the happiness to float on the sea. They had the boat. Therefore these seafarers have travelled in the full pleasure.
      They floated from one coast of the sea to another. For half a year they have stayed in the boat, have eaten only  crude fishes and all time have smiled.
      Probably, they did it by reason of great pleasure: in the end they were seen by spectators, were not it?
      -  Listen to me, Gregory!  You need  to understand,  -  Willy has told. -  I would make such thing too!
      Willy was the dreamer. Yes, he liked to dream. It was the such, dreams led him sometimes very far: not only to the summer residence of the grandmother, but even to the big ocean.
      Gregory was the sceptic. Therefore now he has given a laugh and has told to the brother immediately:
      -  Where will you  take the boat? At us it is not present. So you, the poor dreamer,  have the right to walk  along the pavement! Just from the house up to the school.
      -  If you have desire to be the traveller, be not afraid of difficulties.   -  Willy has told.  -  Can we  construct some raft? It is possible! Therefore… allow to do!
      Gregory has wanted to be started up in dispute immediately. However the offer of the brother was rather interesting.
      Now it was necessary to agree:
-  It is good. Come on, we begin to build. I will the main builder.
      Certainly, now it was not bad to think: with what work to begin this construction? 
      However Willy has declared: the main ship builder should be just the one, who has suggested to go out on the raft in order that to cross the ocean.
      As to the brother, he had objections, but what were they by? They were rather interesting from the point of view of Gregory. He has begun to prove:  any fair boy can be the main person. Also he, Gregory,  has been more fair, than Willy.
      - All at you is the lie, - Willy has taken offence.
      - The truth is! You, if there is desire to know,  yesterday have made a way with my felt-tip pen.
      -  It was lost by you. Then mum has  found it under our sofa.
      -  Has she found?  -  The one, who was today without his felt-tip pen, was delighted.  -  Well, if it has been so…
      Unexpectedly for himself Gregory  has conceded to the brother. Though it would be desirable for him to argue, to argue very long.
      Willy has ordered to Gregory: nails must be found  necessarily.
      That has taken an interest:
      -  What must they be found for?
      -  The woodblocks need be knocked together without fail.
      -  In the beginning it would be very useful to find these woodblocks,  -  Gregory has discontentedly grumbled.  -  Then it would be not bad to think of your nails. If to have your way, hundred years it is possible to search for nails. For woodblocks there will be no time.
      -  Will be!  Though a little of the time!  -  Willy impugned the words of the grumbler.
      -  Will some minute remain? No minute!  -  the  brother began to prove sceptically. -  I think, you are to get your mouth… to be closed!
      But the mouth of Willy did not wish to be closed  without any conversations, it had greater desire to speak,  to speak up to the full triumph. Rollings of the thunder, if to have in view this conversation, continued to sound.
      It has happened,  at the brothers there  have  been no consent eventually.
      -  Are you really the traveller? You are simply the green burdock, - Willy has declared.  -  To float across the ocean with such green burdock is exclusively silly thing. 
      -  You do not wish to float on the sea, do it? All right! With you I  shall not begin to eat both any crude fish and any boiled fish. You beat off my appetite.
      -  All is clear,  -  Willy has  told angry.  -  Our construction of the raft is cancelled. Also you get the right to make...what? To walk, to strut  anywhere. For example, you can walk from the house to the school.
      -  What do you speak about? With pleasure I shall go!  -  Gregory has hastened to say.  -  I shall have a walk in mountains. If you wish to know, in mountains it is much more interesting.
      -  Then I shall go too,  -  Willy has burned with it.
      Could the dreamer miss such opportunity? It was impossible  not to visit  fab mountains, not to  have a walk among enormous stone rocks. Oh, this posh travel should be made necessarily!
      He began to dream. Here they spend the night in tent on a mountain meadow. Here they drink water from a pure cool stream. What further? There is possibility even to play, to run for  any goatling.
      -  Well!  -  Gregory has cried.  -  I have managed to beat you!
      -  Let it be right.
      -  Yes, I am the winner!
      Willy has begun to laugh:
- At this winner there are old gym shoes! In old footwear he
cannot walk among high stone rocks and along deep gorges. At once soles of his gym shoes will fly off. Is it not clear?
      Gregory has scratched his nape: 
      -  I will not speak, that you are not capable.  It will be better, if I will take… and will say: give me, please,  your new gym shoes.   To do some kind deal is always very good, is not it?
      The owner of good footwear has started to reflect. Maybe, to give his new gym shoes, his good equipment for the travelling, to the brother is kind deal. However what equipment will he remain with? To be in rubber boots, when you have a walk among big stones, is just absurd.
      As far as Willy remembered, his old gym shoes were laid somewhere. They  have to be found  under the cupboard or under the wardrobe: he does not want  to get into a fix among  mountainous stones without new footwear.
      -  We will do so, - he has said.  -  I give you my old gym shoes. The top of them was a little frayed, but  at them  the lowest part was  secure yet.
      -  Where are they?
      -  Find, if you have such desire.
      -  Oh, the cunning one is in front of me!  I do not agree.
- Nobody is obliged to search instead of you. In the end you are not small. Is it correctly?  Look for this footwear somewhere… for example, under the wardrobe, under the cupboard.
      Gregory has frowned, has turned away from the too capable brother.
      Who does receive any things in the first instance always? Certainly, Willy does. Recently  the new gym shoes were bought to him. However to him, to Gregory, such purchase was postponed up to other time. It is a pity, because... what can he do in mountains without convenient footwear? Nothing!
      -  In such case you may go to the stone rocks without me,  -  Gregory has declared.  -  Be sure,  I shall find another deal. It will be much more interesting. I shall leave to our grandmother on a racing motorcycle, as I like her summer residence.
      -  What racing motorcycle do you speak about? At us there are no racing car, no racing yacht too, and, certainly, we have no racing motorcycle.
      -  It is not important. Think only, how it can be well. Here I  press the pedal, and my motor begins to bluster, and I sit already on the motorcycle, have excellent possibility to  rush with very big speed. Here I rush along the highway so fast...
      -  Stop, I am glad to be with you!  -  Willy has joyfully cried.  -  I have understood. Such walk will be  pleasant to me. But necessarily I shall sit down in front of you and shall hold the rudder!
      What has happened with him? It has been surprisingly, however he has unhesitatingly ceased to want… to want to wander on mountains?... already it has been all in the past. 
      Now he had another appetite: the motorcycle was  more interesting thing. It is possible to fly on streets with a breeze, is not it? Take pains, increase now  your speed  how many you will wish, let yourself fly away to the grandmother. To her summer residence. It would be remarkable!
      Gregory was dumbfounded. What an impudence! This artful Willy wants to be always the first one, therefore there is no opportunity to argue with him. You had not time to reflect a little, how he contrived to grab to himself your remarkable new motorcycle.
      What has he thought in addition about?
      «This all has begun someway. It seems, we had the firm intention to float on the raft from one coast of the ocean to another. Then … Willy has refused. Why? Probably, he has solved: there can not be it. There cannot be such thing, when people did not refuse to make far travellings in the ocean. But why should it be just so? »
      
               
3. THE  BEWITCHED TUN
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A tun appeared in a garden. It was rather wide. Therewith it was made of wood plates and  covered by two iron hoops, that spoke: this wood crock was stout very much.
      « It is interesting,  -  Willy has thought. - What for does it stand here at the grandfather? »
He has gone to him, and that has explained: for the summer residence it is necessary. In the next summer there will be possibility to pour out waters into this tun. When it will be hot under the sun,  you can go and make watering along all vegetable beds.
      -  But I would want to know:  what may we make with it now?  -  curious Willy continued to put questions.
      -  Do you mean the tun?  Let it stand empty. The summer hastens now to the autumn, already it is not necessary to replenish  the enormous wood cask for our vegetable beds.
      -  I understood,  -  Willy was glad.  -  Earlier we did not have a pond. But now it will be: not absolutely veritable, but stout, oaky and with iron hoops.
      He liked very much the tun, low and wide. If it is not necessary today to the grandfather yet, this big thing can be adapted immediately. For what? Oh, now it is not obligatory to go with the daddy onto the lake on days-off. You can fill your pond by small fishes, then can wait, when they will big. Further it will be possibility to fish  very quietly  though every day.
      -  I shall pour waters today,  -  Willy has solved.
He has started to fill  his pond with the help of the glass. The work has been toilsome. He  has tried very much, however he has  only tired: when has looked  at the depth of the pond, Willy  has understood, that there has been a little place for the  fishes. The bottom of the cask was covered by the water.  But the layer has been not thick. More likely it has been thin.
      The depth has turned out not considerable at all. The fishes will have the  space just  a little. Then what will these particular very brisk kiddies do? They will think in the beginning, and then these fishes will take and refuse  to grow up quickly.
      The glass, certainly, is a bad assistant in such business.
Willy has gone to search for a watering-pot.
      For some reason it has been not in a garden shed.
« Where has it got to?  -  Willy has thought  anxious.  -  It is well known to me, the grandfather has not taken it. Precisely I know. »
He has twisted here and there in the garden, has squished from disappointment by the sad nose, then has returned to the cask with two iron hoops. It would be well, if he would manage to think up any artful thing!
      The disappointed grandson of the old horticulturist, who liked to grow up vegetables,  decided to glance by the way into the pond with the oaky coasts. There are miracles here!
The water was there, but it became much more in the oaky coasts. Whence? In fact he did add no glass of the water. If it happened so, it was necessary to have a look more closely to all sides. With suspicion he has started to  twist by his head. Willy has looked at the right side and at the left side, there and here. However anybody, with a watering-pot or a glass, was not around of the pond.
      Then he has tried to shove the tun  by his two hands.
Willy kicked it as well both to the left, and to the right. Was there some result? It was all for nothing.
      This cask did not wish to give in: it had no desirable  to sway,  move in any side.
      All these pushes to it, the wide vessel with two iron hoops, are not more, than a pellet for an elephant. But if to take pains to pull the edge of the tun?
      Here Willy pulls very much, but to this oaky pond it was, probably, still no desirable  to move a little. It stands so strong, that it would be useful for the cask to have a rest. And it would be well in turn for the pond…  even to think today persistently.
      Someone is capable to go calmly, to pass by  this peculiar oaky thing in the garden, trying not to notice it. Whether however will  it  be  correct? Willy has stared onto the strange tun. There is no smoke without a fire, as they say.  Is the pond extraordinary? About it, as you can see, there was no clearness. This water in the oaky coasts... now it  has increased  not clearly why. Doubts, suspicions in the head at Willy grew for this reason. Different unheard-of considerations started to increase.
      What does it turn out today? There is not anybody close by the strange cask. Some  waterpipe is not brought to this artful thing, no hoses beside are present. The grandfather was going to fill it, but when? In the summer. When will  the next summer come? In a year. What does it turn out, if to think? A wonderwork or not…
Has the tun gone today itself for water? To take much more?
Willy examined carefully  his pond for the small fishes. The tun, as they say, was without batting an eye.  That was quiet, indifferent: in a word, remained just such, as if all was normal. The future fisherman has guessed: it has been necessary to find for the grandfather.
      He has walked around the garden, has discovered the grandfather. That repaired the fence, nailed a new planch instead old.
-  Listen to me, the grandfather! Did you see ever, that the tuns went? 
      -  What tuns did?
      -  Well, I do not know. Maybe, they were crafty, especially artful.
      Why was Willy interested? You can be sure, he did it just in today's case: was not very small to trust in any miracles.
      The grandfather has thought and has told to the grandson:
- I did not see, that the capable tuns walked along the gardens or on the streets. And different fairy tales could be heard, of course, to me: though about wonderful swords, though about magic wands, though about unusual doors.
       - There is all in fairy tales,  -  Willy has cried.  -  Also I know many
magic histories. And here if under the truth?
The grandfather was surprised:
       -  But where should I see, for example, a magic wand, if it should be under the truth?!
      These words have disappointed the grandson. Because he, having sighed, has told:
-   But all of a sudden… do you know something about  bewitched tuns?
-  I do not know anything. And what's the matter?
      -  I have said simply so,  -   Willy  has gone off, having calmed down the grandfather.
      Having been returned to the strange thing, to the incomprehensible cask, he has pushed it once more. It has refused to move.
      This thing  was unperturbed:  the wood creation stood, as if it was rooted to the ground.
      -  All right,  -  Willy has decided.  -  Let it be filled though up to edges of the oaky pond, if it likes to have a lot of the water. To me it will be better: there will be occasion to have a rest from any work.
       If now you get the water in enough, it is possible not to search for a watering-can. It seems, when there are any miracles here, it is more, than simply all right. The efforts will be less, the more you will have the time for the nice rest.
      Having sat near his pond, he  decided to search for small fishes. However  you will not go onto the lake for them without the daddy. If  to go anywhere… oh, it is not necessary to go far! It is enough to look at the fence, where there is a lot of the  rifts. You will see some pond in the ground: the some people hold here small fishes, which should be at fishers for catching  perches. Here who will help -  the neighbour boy Phil!
      Willy has run to the neighbours.
      Without superfluous conversations he has gotten two small fishes. For it he has given the promise to the neighbour boy: I will share with you the catch. Phil should get the greatest fish from those, which will begin to live in the cask.
      What has happened after that?
That has turned out in the garden: the small fishes have begun to whirl in the oaky pond.
The grandson of the the old horticulturist has observed them a little, then has recollected: in fact the nutriment has been necessary to them! He has gone to dig the ground in order that to find any worms.
      In time he has recollected about the nutriment. To them, these small fishes, it is necessary to eat well, differently they will not grow:  from them no profit will  be  in the oaky pond. However the thickest worms are always artful. They get down deeply into the ground.
      Therefore you have not to be  lazy. Try, the grandson of the old  horticulturist, press the shovel  with assiduity.
      Willy did not gather to lay on a sofa.
      What was he going  to do? To obtain tasty food in order that all  inhabitants of his pond had opportunity to grow up very well. When he has tried very much, when has started to dig by the shovel with assiduity, then he has soon reached the worms, these thick slys.
-  Can you  go away now from me? You can not!
      He laid all, that was digged out from the ground, into the blank tin, thereafter all was covered by the petty grass. The food has to be fresh, but not  dried up in order that the fishes have normal appetite.
      Now all will be, certainly, so, how it will need. If to speak about fishes,  the oaky pond  in the garden will be rich, and day after day the local inhabitants will begin to grow on the fresh nutriment very fast.
       Long or not very long he  has digged, but when has brought the tin and has glanced into the tun   … the can with the worms  has fallen out from his hands. New miracles! Any small fish was not seen in the oaky pond, green frogs have floated there.
      Willy has rushed to the neighbour Phil.
-  Why do you deceive?!
-  I deceive nobody, - that has taken offence.
      -  Well! Who has given to me tadpoles instead of the small fishes?
      -  It is the lie, -  Phil has told.  -  At my pond there were tadpoles never. What for will they in my garden? Fie! You have thought up any frogs, why?
Willy was indignant:
-  You can see, how your small fishes croak in my oaky pond!
      Offended Phil has rushed together with Willy. He ran and could not believe in any way, that there were his small fishes by tadpoles: how many days lived in the house, in the pond, calmly! They  did not afford to make different miracles! Now the small fishes became suddenly  frogs. What did it  happen there?!
      - Look here!  -  Willy has cried, jumping up to the cask.
Phil  has come nearer, has bent. But he has noticed no frogs.
-  Where are they?
-  There are, certainly, in the place,  -  Willy has told with malevolence.  - Do not pretend, that you are blind.
Phil has shrugged shoulders:
      - There is no one fish, is no one frog there.
Willy could not believe his ears, Phil has laughed:
-   It seems to me,  all there at you  have managed to fly far and even more, than far. 
Willy…what was it  necessary to do ? Not to keep silence anyway. It was necessary to take and become angry:  they are all very artful, these crafty tadpoles, their fun-loving owner, the strange cask!  He has told:
      -  Go to the side! I want immediately to look there to, where there is nothing!
      These strange deals... Well, now he will quickly understand all, that takes place in the oaky coasts! Having removed Phil aside, decisive Willy has put the head into the oaky pond, where miracles have been created.
Were the small fishes there? Were the frogs there? There was nothing in the tun, if only a lot of the water was in the oaky pond. Also under the layer of the water there was yellowish bottom with any sand.
      The water, of course, was there recently, but no sand was  found earlier. Whence could it be here instead  of the artful frogs?
-  You have to believe,  -  the owner of the oaky pond has told to the owner of the small fishes,  -  these little small  frogs have afforded to fall plop into the water.  I speak frankly. And now they have turned into this sand. A cask, probably, is bewitched.
      Phil… what was it necessary to do for this owner of the small fishes, which may suddenly to disappear without trace?  He has not hastened to be surprised, but has taken and has told loudly:
- Who is the deceiver here? I am assured, that just you speak the
blah. You know, it was the deceit, that my small fishes were the tadpoles. Also it is the lie, that they have turned into the frogs. Why have the frogs  turned into the sand at the bottom of the tun? You have thought up all!
- I swear, at me there is no need  to speak the blah!
      Phil has not fallen from surprise, however to fall from indignation...yes, by reason of indignation he has hardly abstained from the fall: this clever Willy is the very artful boy to invent something!
The eyes at  Phil have become big, as the saucers, and he  has given a lurch even, however has not fallen: has hardily looked at the bewitched owner of the tun:
-  You should return my small  fishes!
      -  Where shall I take them, if they can fly very fast? This tun  ordered, here they  obeyed and managed to fly away quickly.  I am guilty, but really  is it so?!
      -  Give here immediately. Otherwise it will be worse for you!  -  Phil has cried with resentment.
-   Are you sure?  By the way, will it be sufficiently strong then? 
      -  Be sure! You can learn something! With my strong help!
-  I think, then you can learn the strong too.
Fortunately, there was suddenly Gregory, the brother of Willy,  near the bewitched cask.
-  Why do you cry here?  -  he has asked.
Willy has noded onto Phil. That has shown onto the brother of Gregory. And unanimously two loudmouths have declared:
- He is guilty!
-  I ask you to calm down. It is not necessary to quarrel.  -  Gregory has told to them.  -  There are things in the garden, which are important  much more, than yours trifles. Now you  will know something. You must forget about the unintelligible shouts and foolish exclamations. I do not controvert, you can be surprised very much. Only… you should say never about all things,  that now you will hear. Not a word to anybody!
      He whispered, looking around:
      -  I have known by chance. You may believe, disbelieve, but this tun -  horror!  -  is not simple. It is bewitched. Do you understand?
      Willy has not sustained, has loudly objected:
- The first-class pathfinder is in front of us! However I have known earlier about all things. What was said here a minute ago? I have told to Phil, that the bewitched cask has appeared at us in the garden. It is a pity,  but he does not trust.
      Gregory has begun to blink perplexedly. Then he has  objected in turn and has done it much more loudly, than the brother-debater:
- Well, you could know too.  However  you have known all
afterwards, you have been the second pathfinder! Today only I can be the first.
      There was no opportunity for Willy to hold his tongue. Therefore he  started to shout:
      -  It is possible to die of laughter! Phil, let to this pathfinder not to speak any nonsense! I cannot be the second. Who did take the glass and carry the water? It was done by me. When I have been tired, it has come into my mind to go for a watering-pot. But it has been difficult to find even a new glass. I have returned back. In this time a lot of the water has become already in the tun. This strange thing has added the water itself.   The tun went there to, where it was necessary, and added. Now is it clear?
      Many objections were at debater Gregory. O, there were so many back-talks,  he jumped up even:
- Do not trust him, Phil! The cask did not go anywhere. A little water has been in it. Of course, I have wanted to add there to. It was not possible to find suitable utensils. I needed to go to the neighbours of Phil: they had  the convenient, even  very nice watering-pot. There was not anything unusual there: I added  the water. However  my miracle - up to horror! - exclusively present!
Phil has mistrustfully told:
-  Really is it present?
      Gregory has looked at the one side, at another side and has begun to  whisper:
      - Listen to me and do not object. I have departed for a short while,
but  when has returned,  small fishes have already floated here. Nobody has not got them into  this cask. Is it clearly?  They have appeared in our garden themselves.
Willy has come to blink in turn perplexedly.
     He looked very lost. Phil glanced at him and started to laugh. The brother of the pathfinder Gregory was mute, as if he was the the big fish.
      The greater mute, this unlucky fisher Willy, as soon as has stopped  blinking, at once has sat down near the tun.
      Then he began to jump up and to clap himself on the hips. What did he shout about?
      The different questions  were at him:
      - Did you get  these green abdominous frogs… into my
oaky pond? How did you dare… to get  into the tun any frogs instead of small fishes?! 
      Gregory has looked, how the brother has become to jump up again and again. Then he has scratched the forehead and has begun to explain:
-  Yes, however then I have thrown out these frogs. The thought came to me suddenly, that I had to make a pond. It will be at all not bad, if this pond will be with a sandy bottom. It would be possible to have a nice bath, if you would want. And I have started up the small fishes into the bucket for studying. They will be better there for studying.
Looking at two brothers and  the wonderful cask, Phil could be amased too. What miracles are here in the garden! However he has not hastened to say about this thing and has more quickly declared:
      -  Did you decide to hold my small fishes in the foolish bucket? Return them immediately! My dear small fishes were given  not for studying. If both of you are such bewitched, I take away them from you. They  will disappear here for ever.
      Gregory and Willy did not begin to argue with him. They have given him the small fishes.
Phil has dragged the bucket home. It has been heavy. He, having gone out  the gate,  has understood, that it would be advisable to have a rest.
      But if to have a rest,  then it would be better always together with a song. Therefore ... what has he sung about?
      The words were sufficiently clever, in Phil’s opinion:
      
       Bewitched tuns.
       Bewitched tadpoles.
       Bewitched frogs.

      Did Willy and Gregory start singing in answer? They did not begin to sing,  though  different tuns were in the world. If there is a lot of different tuns  in the world, it does not mean yet, that everyone should sing about tuns.
      
      
This story is over.
But if … if there is everything, that cannot be on the Earth, then it is possible: all children, when they will know about adventures of two brothers, will want to rollick and sing about tuns.