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It is believed, or at least it is said, that once upon a time there was a prince who went nowhere he did not move from his palace, but played leisure, and also fed vanity by passionately measured everything he owned - how much of this is in the pantries, and how much of that in stables, as far as his estate extends, and as far as the word of his wealth… It is personal, tells the story, counts and lists every eyebrow in the eyebrows of his beautiful wife, every reflection in with her eyes, every sigh of hers, and then every precious stone, every burning ducat, finally, every copper pair in the corners of the treasury… It is personal, the story continues in detail, he measured each reef of silk, the weight of the silver candlestick, the volume of the honey jug or wine barrels, and even the volume of cobwebs in the lagoons below the palace… Every day they to the haughty prince, it is narrated further, various officials in charge of this or that, reporting to him, where the newborn cried, where the bell rang for died, how many fish are younger in the master's streams, how many grains noticed in the ears of rye or wheat, how many granules of oaks from yesterday, how many again hatched pheasants, walking rabbits and offspring of other game in its meadows and forests… So, of course, the informants came to report every bite, every whisper, every curse and every silence of the subjects… And of that mighty world, they multiplied the most scribes, led by hundreds and hundreds of them, and performed in the morning, at noon and in the evening long, complex bills… The lists of the prince's property, the largest room in the court was designated for books and scrolls, and somewhat less for lists of those books and scrolls, while the third served for lists of lists, and so on, and so on, concluding with with one fourfold tapia on just about everything, a tapia of also determined size, which is the prince kept under the headboard in his bedroom, should I add - in the bedroom exactly twelve long jumps, nine steps wide and seven catches high. Then again, once, he had to win the day when everything was recorded, everything measured and counted, nothing more to list, nothing new to add, for all it was known exactly where he was and how many he was. Thus the selfish prince finds himself in a dilemma, his life it seems spent, and every hour desperately meaningless. Except, think then - except what he did not know, a saving thought came to his mind — except that he did not know the weight of the story. Of course, stories about himself, because the weight of that story only interested him. The prince consulted with many - how to measure the story? He put on one end of the scales their lists bound in swollen books, and on the other the same books of blank sheets. But the difference was only equal to the weight of the ink used. He weighed an empty bottle, you would say your name and noble titles in it, but the difference was just like when it comes to words turn the breath, and the breath into a drop of water, the dew on the glass wall of that bottle. He tried different ones ways and cunning, but he could not reach the scale of the story until he thought of finding it a man of the same weight, to tell his story to that and that, and then to see how much it will cost the other to weigh. - And, by God, it is certain that it will not last long, only when he hears what I own!