Smart smiled and replied: "Everything will be! I promise, there will be: a city, parks, and even a lake."

      They got out and saw a large oval-shaped house, inside of which there was some movement of those who lived in it. Creatures that looked like people, but much taller, with a very pleasant appearance, came out to meet Diana, Berta, and Smart: milky-colored skin, regular facial features, and it seemed that invisible light came from their eyes - the light of calmness, serenity, and inspiration. This energy was felt so realistically, as if it could be visually touched. Immediately there was an understanding of safety, reliability and protection. Perhaps they could be called beautiful. They were tall and slender, dressed simply but elegantly. The expression on their faces was friendly and slightly questioning, expressing interest in the guests who came with Smart. Each had a keychain around their neck - the same as Smart's.

      No one had time to greet each other when Bertyunya jumped out with a cry: "Oh! Such a decent house, just like ours! Decent housing! And food, finally, will be appropriate!"

      "Bertenochka," Diana said sternly, "you can't do that! You were invited to visit, and you immediately manage."

      "Everything is fine," Smart intervened, "her childish spontaneity is very sweet and sincere."

      In a word, such a cutie as Bertyunya simply made everyone distract from each other and all the attention was given to her!

      "Hello! Here I am at home!" - everyone heard a loud greeting.

      Turning around, Diana saw Smart press the top button and instead of a dog in a pilot's suit, a girl about Diana's age appeared in front of them in an elegant light gray jumpsuit with a steel tint.

      She approached Diana and Berta and said, "Hello again! My name is Smarta."

      While they were embarrassed and confused by the change of Smart's dog into a human, if I may say so, the parents came closer and Smarta's mother said with annoyance: "You went without an escort again. What if there is some trouble, and you are alone? And what if you were late or didn't make it to the black light? You can't do that!"

      Smarta hugged her: "Well, mom, everyone knows me on our Lower Level. If I didn't have time to arrive in the white light, I would have flown in in the black. Everything is fine! You remember that my new defense flies very high?" Then she turned to Diana and the baby, who had already come to their senses a little, saying: "Meet my dad, whom you already know. And that his name is Seunch and my mother is Sun."

      Diana replied: "It's very nice to meet Smarta's parents - she helped me and Berta, and maybe even saved us. We were embarrassed and surprised by our sudden presence in your world," then she looked at Smarta's mother, "Are you really called Sun?"

      "Yes," she replied, "in our world they say that besides us, there are many other worlds: some are closer, some are further, but in one of them the light is like ours, when the white light. But it is completely different - it comes from a round fiery ball, bright and hot, which is very high and far away. It's so hot from it during the day that there is enough heat for those who live there, even when the black light comes. Everyone loves this fireball and rejoices when it appears. My parents loved me very much and maybe that's why they called me Sun."

      Smarta hugged her mother and said: "Well, right, you take care of us, share your attention and warmth, and we love you very much! You are a real Sun for us! You are our mother-Sun."

      Bertyunya listened very attentively, opening her mouth in surprise and rounding her eyes, and only the tip of her tail wagged from side to side from time to time. But, hearing about the Sun, she perked up, got up and proudly rounded her chest forward.

      She raised her white, slightly fluffy head with small ears high up, put one paw slightly forward and said in one breath: "We are representatives of this Sunny World. You are lucky, you have the opportunity to communicate with us," the little one looked as if it was the pride of all worlds.

      "Bertonka, don't start," Diana said quietly, "I told you that it's not yet known who we are for this world?"

      Everyone present smiled, and Smarta's mother turned to the baby: "You are so wonderful that we don't care what world you are from. The main thing for us is that you came with Smarta, which means you are friends."

      "It's getting dark," said Smarta's father, "we need to go into the house and connect the protective dome," and then added, "this is our absolute safety and protection." And all together they went to the residence of the owners of the house.

      After certain manipulations of Seunch - connecting the protective dome, the space around began to look a little foggy and unclear, as if you were looking through a thick layer of water - you can see what is happening nearby, but the lines are not clear and a little blurry.

      "There is no other way," explained Smarta's father, "you can only survive in black light this way."

      The evening was very pleasant: there was a lot of food and everyone was in a good mood. Sometimes it seemed to Diana that they were at home or in their world visiting friends. That there were no events and adventures, but an ordinary, quiet, home evening.

      Diana asked Smarta, "When we saw you, the appearance of a dog in the form of a pilot, of course, confused us greatly, but I believed that you really look like that. For us, this is extremely strange and unusual. Why didn't you say it was a costume?"

      Smarta replied, "Would you believe that I'm not a dog, but a girl?"

      "Yes, yes," said Diana, "I think we would have been scared for sure."

      "You're like, right away, a girl from a dog. Yeah, it wouldn't have seemed like it! I would have stuttered for sure," Berta added, "and so, we kind of got used to you and it seems like ordinary things. Well, almost ordinary..."

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      "Yes, already," said Diana, "and now, still under the impression. You know, at first glance, your world looks quite comfortable for existence, or am I mistaken? Tell me, how is your world organized? Do you all live as comfortably and well as you do?"

      Smarta went to a small chair, ran her hand along the back, and it began to change right before our eyes: the back stretched out, metal rods appeared from nowhere, which began to wind around the glass legs. After that, the changes stopped and everything froze. Smarta looked at Diana and asked: "What color do you like best?"

      "Coral beige," she replied.

      "White! White," Berta intervened, "the best is white, like me!"

Smarta echoed: "Coral beige and white."

      At the same moment, the entire structure began to move again, and its surface began to shimmer like a rainbow. The final transformations of a pile of metal, wood and glass into a luxurious coral-beige sofa with stunning white pillows were completed.

      "Sit down," Smarta invited Diana and Berta, stunned by what they saw.

      "Yes," said Diana, "your world is not at all like our Sunny world and it's hard to get used to what you see right away. Although, in fact, what I saw here is impressive and makes a stunning impression. I like everything new, interesting and unusual! Cool!"

      Smarta raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise: "What is "cool"?"

      Berta was lying on a large white pillow, having eaten her fill and spreading her paws in all directions, but when she heard Smarta's question, she raised her head and explained: "It's fire, a bomb, a cannon, five plus, cool, not weak, awesome, aerobatics, not sour, cool! That's what "cool" is! Got it?! You guys are totally backward here!"

      Smarta looked at Diana: "What language is this? My translator is silent - there are no such words."

      Berta scratched her tummy: "Sunny language! It's Sunny language."

      Diana turned to Bertyunya: "Yes, Berteno, you tend to surprise. How much I didn't know about you before. But the fact that you are resourceful and quick-witted is for sure and I never doubted it."

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      And she answered Smarte: "It's simple. Cool is when it's super, when you like something very much and you express your positive emotions with this word. But still, how do you live, the inhabitants of the Lower Level?"

      And Smarta began her story: "They live in the so-called "Lower Level" - underground, and no matter how strange it may sound, there is absolutely everything for life here. The next level, which is even higher, above them - this is the Middle level - under water, the Water world. And then comes the Air level - in the sky. It is called so because there is no solid surface there and all life takes place in the airspace. There are portals between them, but not everyone has access to them. Here, on the Lower level, there are many cities, and the inhabitants in them differ from each other. But communication is possible thanks to the fake costume, by wearing which you can change your appearance to become like a resident of a particular city, and in order to understand the language, there is a conversational pendant for this. You saw it. With its help, you understand everyone: people, animals, birds, or even those who have arrived from another world," Smarta finished and looked at the satisfied Berta, who was sprawled out between the pillows. - I understand you."

      And she added: "We met when I was returning from the "Fluffy Turtle" holiday. They live in a city called Special. Only turtles live there. They have a hard shell, but every five thousand years, they can take it off. They have fluff and turtles enjoy the lightness of being. Funny fluffy turtles. They like it so much that they made this day a holiday. And, I took the form of a dog with the help of a fake costume later to drive the defense. I wanted it so much. It's not convenient in the form of a turtle."

      Diana noticed that Smarta had somehow fallen silent: "Hey! Is everything okay?" she asked.

      Smarta reluctantly replied, "You know, in principle, one could say that everyone is happy and everything is fine, but I think that not everything is as the people who live on the Lower Level would like," she fell silent and thought. Then, as if waking up, she looked at the sleeping Berta, at Diana, and added: "I would even say that everything should be completely different: a calm life without worries, measured and easy, carefree and peaceful life. But, after all, before, everything was like that.

      "Hmm, even so? Surprised," said Diana, "I wouldn't even have thought that you weren't having fun. Sorry, things are bad here, and you can't say so. And what is the reason for the changes? What prevents the inhabitants of the Lower Level from living peacefully and simply enjoying their existence? It seems that there is everything for a full life and you do not need anything?"

      Smarta looked around and her voice turned to a whisper: "Our ruler of the city, Main ([main] or Mayin) the First, is not real. The real ruler's name is Barch. From our language, the name translates as Honorable. Outwardly, Barch looks like me, because initially our ancestors are one people, and Mayin the First arrived from the Middle level and seized power. He is from another world. So, Barch and all his predecessors sincerely loved the inhabitants of the Lower Level and always took care of us. Now he does not rule the Lower Level, but he is alive! That's for sure! They say in the city that he is imprisoned by Mayin the First.

      But if we start our story from the beginning, it looks like this: a long time ago, when I was only a hundred years old, a misfortune happened here on the Lower Level - a catastrophe. The surface underfoot cracked and spread in all directions, and terrible monsters began to appear from there.

      "Wait, wait with the monsters," Diana interrupted, "how were you a hundred years old? And how old are you now?"

      "Five hundred and seventy," Smarta replied with a smile. My age has a complex name in our language, but if it is translated into yours, it literally sounds like "the one who is no longer a child, but not yet an adult."

      Berta opened one eye and looked appraisingly at Smarta: "Good looks for a teenager," Berta said quickly, "I would even say - quite young!"

      "Ha-ha-ha...", Smarta laughed. It's simple: any resident of the City of Desires can, not much, but if he wants, change his age - a little younger or a little older. You just imagine yourself in your head the way you want to be - and you change. This is normal for us, we are born with this ability.

      Diana was just in shock: "You can change your age externally?"

      "Not much," Smarta was already laughing heartily at her surprised friends.

      "Yes, of course," Diana said, still surprised. What happened next?"

      Smarta got up and went to the window, looked around, turned and leaned against it, and then continued: "For all residents, a real disaster began: the collapse, the collapse of everything that was done and built - it was a real collapse! Everything collapsed and fell, fell into earthen cracks, was destroyed and perished - complete devastation! No one knew how to stop it: neither our ruler Barch, nor anyone else. And then Mayin appeared. Then he was just Mayin."

      Smarta fell silent, went to the sofa where Diana and Bertyunya were sitting, and took a fruit that looked like grapes, only the berries were almost square with a red light middle, poured a drink into tall glasses, in which small bubbles rotated funny not from bottom to top, as we are used to, but from side to side. After that, she slowly placed a plate of fruit and drinks between herself and Diana, and then added: "The First" - he added it to himself."

      "So where did he come from on your head?" Bertyona asked impatiently.

      Smarta smiled at the little one and continued: "As I said, Mayin came to us from the Middle level - from the Water world. He was expelled from there for theft. He stole the Rod of Power from the ruler of the city where he lived at the time. I think he was counting on the fact that having the Rod of Power, he would automatically become the Great Ruler of the Lower Level. But, it's not so easy to become one - you have to be Great yourself! To do this, you need to have authority among your people - recognized authority by the people, the ability to influence the thoughts, reasoning, and behavior of other people and be able to manage them, sincerely love and care for those who live in his world. Then the people will agree that he is worthy of their respect, and they will listen to their ruler and his decisions. In a word, you must first be a real leader! And Mayin immediately started off on the wrong foot... And it doesn't matter what you can offer your people later, but the very beginning of the reign is of great importance, and he started with theft - with a serious crime. When the Higher authorities of the Middle level found out about this, they decided to capture and punish Mayin. It was decided to bring him to the Mayin Square and let the residents of the city decide for themselves what to do with him," Smarta sighed and added, "but he managed to escape."