There were beautiful princesses who started out with all the advantages, but had no luck. She married for love and the love turned to ashes, she had beautiful children, yet she felt that they were a burden imposed on her, she could not love them, they looked at her coldly, as if they were trying to recognize her flaws, and she soon felt that she had to cover up her faults, yet she never knew what to cover up, however, when her children were present, she felt that her heart was hardened. This bothered her greatly, for she was very gentle and caring in her demeanor toward her children, and she loved them very much, but only she knew that in the center of her heart was a place that never felt love for any human being. All the others said of her: "She is an excellent mother, and she worships her children." Only she and her children knew that this was not so, they read it in each other's eyes.

There was a boy and two little girls, they lived in a beautiful house with a garden, they had special servants, and they felt superior to their neighbors.

There was never enough money. The mother had a small income and the father had a small income, barely enough for the social status they had to maintain. The father would go to town to some office, and although he had good opportunities, none of them materialized. There was always this grumbling feeling of lack of money, yet the standard was always maintained.

Finally the mom said, "I'll see if I can't do something." But she didn't know where to start. I'll see if I really can't do something." But she didn't know where to start, she turned on her brain, tried something, then something else, but she couldn't find anything that worked. Failure made deep lines appear in her face, her children were growing up and going to school. There had to be more money. The father, who always looked elegant and had expensive tastes, couldn't seem to do anything worth doing. The mother, who had a deep faith in herself, had not succeeded in doing anything better, and her taste was just as expensive.

The house is haunted by the unspoken phrase: "There must be more money! There must be more money! ' The children always heard it, even though no one ever said it out loud. They heard it at Christmas when presents filled the children's room, behind the shiny modern wooden rocking horse, behind the beautiful doll's house, a voice began to whisper: "There must be more money! There must be more money! There must be more money! ' The children stop playing to listen for a moment, staring into each other's eyes to see if they have heard it all, and each one sees in the eyes of the others that they have heard it too. "There must be more money! There must be more money! "

It was a whisper from the springs of the rocking horse, and even the horse with its bent, wooden head could hear it. The big, very pink, very smiling doll in her new carriage could hear it clearly, and she seemed to smile even more when she heard it. The mute puppy, which looked like a pet bear, was looking strangely blank just because he heard the secret whispering around the house: "There must be more money! " .

And yet no one said it out loud. The whispering was everywhere, so no one said it. Just as no one says that we breathe, even though the breath goes in and out all the time.

"Mom," the boy Paul said one day, "why don't we have our own car? Why use my uncle's car or a taxi?"

"Because we are the poor members of the family," the mother said.

"But why are we like this?"

"Well, I guess. "Because your father has no luck," the mother said slowly and bitterly.

The boy was silent for a while

"Is luck money, mom?" The boy asked sarcastically.

"It's what causes you to have money. If you're lucky, you have money. So it is better to be born lucky than to be born rich. If you are rich, you may lose your money, but if you are lucky, you will always have more money."

"Really! I'll get it? Is my dad unlucky?

"I have to say, he's very unlucky."

"Why?" he asked

"I don't know. No one can ever know why one person is lucky and another is unlucky."

"They don't know? Nobody ever? Nobody knows?"

"Maybe God, but he never tells."

"He has to, and you're out of luck, Mom?"

"I can't be since I married an unlucky man"

"But alone, are you?"

"I used to think that before I got married, but now I think I'm very unlucky."

"Why?"

"Hassan. . Never mind. Maybe I'm actually not," she said.

The child looked at her to see if she meant it, but he could tell from the lines of her mouth that she was just trying to hide something from him.

"Well, anyway," he said with determination, "I'm a lucky guy."

"Why?" His mother said with a sudden laugh.

He stared at her and didn't know why he said that.

"God told me so." He said bravely.

"I hope he did, dear," she said, laughing again, but bitterly.

"He did, Mom! "

"Excellent," said the mother, using one of her husband's expressions.

The boy realized that she didn't believe him, or more likely didn't pay attention to his assertion, which angered him and made him want to capture her attention.

He went away alone in his childish way, vaguely searching for evidence of his luck, absorbed and uninterested in the people around him, stealthily searching within himself for luck. He wanted luck, he wanted it, he wanted it. While the two girls were playing with their dolls in the children's room, he was sitting on his big rocking horse, riding madly through space with a speed that made the two girls look at him uneasily. The horse sped up violently and the boy's dark, shaky hair moved quickly, his eyes had a strange glint in them. The two little girls did not dare to speak to him.

When he finishes his little madcap ride, he dismounts from his horse to stand in front of him, staring steadily with his lowered head, his red mouth slightly open, and his big eyes shining like glass.

"Now," he silently commands his panting horse, "take me where the luck is, now take me! "

He hits his horse on the neck with a small whip he had asked his uncle Oscar for. He knew that his horse would take him where the luck is if only he would force it a little bit. So he mounts it again to begin his angry journey, hoping to get there in the end. He knew he would get there.

"You'll break your horse, Paul," his sitter commented.

"He always rides like this, I wish he would let go!" said his older sister Joan. "His older sister Joan said.

But he just stared at her in silence. His babysitter had given up on him and couldn't do anything for him, anyway.

One day his mother and uncle Oscar walked in on him while he was engrossed in one of his angry rants, and he didn't speak to them.

"Hello, little knight! Are you riding a winner?" Said his uncle .

"Aren't you too old for a rocking horse? You're not a little boy anymore, you know," said his mother, but Paul stared at them with a blue look from his big, slitted eyes. He wasn't going to talk to anyone when he was so absorbed. His mother watched him with a tense look on her face.

Finally, he stopped forcing his horse on his auto-runner and dismounted.

"-"-"Well, I'm finally there," he announced sharply, his blue eyes still shining and his long, strong legs spread wide.