The door creaked gently and began to open gradually, launching rays of light into the room with lilac wallpaper. When the door opened completely, the whole room was lit up by the sunlight, which shone so brightly that nothing could be seen, neither in the room nor outside it.

In a small old house, which stood on the shore of a huge black island, there was only this one room, with lilac wallpapers, along which various little animals ran in a marvelous round dance.

There were no owners in the house, he stood alone, on the ocean, the waves of which reached the peak of the shore, and without touching the house they went down.

The heavy summer sun shone insanely bright, illuminating every crevice in the house, and killing all the bad bugs who were trying to hide in the small crevices of the small and dilapidated house, with a beautiful wonderfully beautiful lilac room.

On the right side of the entrance to the house, in its only room, there was an ornate footpath stretching between bushes with beautiful flowers and ending at a small iron bench that stood on a clearing near the coast of the island, between two gray stones, on each of which using folding steel knife, two names were cut out "Marina" and "Vladimir". The stones stood opposite each other, and they were separated by a small bench. A young man was sitting on a bench in a black raincoat and a black hat, he was looking into the distance and in his hands, wearing black leather gloves, gleamed in the bright sun a steel little knife, with a button for folding. The man had big black glasses, behind which were bright white eyes. The young man drove the tip of the point on the bench and looked at the horizon, on which the sun was still shining brightly.

In the bright lilac room, on two walls, hung pictures of a beautiful beautiful girl and a young man. The photos hung on two opposite walls, and were hung with such precision and tenderness, that the eyes of the girl Marina coincided with the eyes of the young man Vladimir. They were full of passion and love, and had such an emotional charge that it seemed a little more and a real fire would break out between them, which, along with the scorching sun, would destroy a small house that the ocean waves would not save.

A young man in a black hat, stood up from the bench and abruptly threw the knife into the water. The knife flew along a curved trajectory, turned over a couple of times in the air, picked up aerodynamic speed and plunged into the expanses of the ocean, with an enviable speed, it flew down the point and stuck into a small fish, which gleamed with its golden scales swam out of its house, two small pebbles that broke under the influence of water, and formed among themselves a small house for fish. The knife pierced a small fish and it fell to the bottom of the ocean. Her eyes looked up at the water ripples hovering above her and the terribly scorching sun.

A young man on the shore walked along the path on the shore, stood on the very edge of the island and spread his arms to the side, with the words "I am the king of the world" he turned off the self-sacrament instinct and succumbed to the light breech of the summer breeze that took possession of his body and now it belonged to him, the wind began to blow from the back, and after a couple of seconds, the body in black flew from the height of the steep bank.

The names on the stones began to sparkle and burn lilac. The stones began to burn in the bright, burning sun and began to acquire some strange geometric shapes that, over time, began to resemble human outlines, female and male figures, as perfect as you can imagine them in this world. Stone shavings and tin, began to disappear under the influence of the sun, they began to char and burn, leaving behind them, elastic, tanned skin, with small brownish moles.Figures began to come to life and look at their beautiful bodies, on the places where their names were written, people began to appear metal plates on platinum chains. Marina raised her hands to the sun and stroked her golden hair, then looked at her plate, twisting it in her hands and smiled after reading her name “Marina”, she liked it very much, the sea element, she was very fond of, she stood for thousands on the shore years and now she could wear this sea name and dream, dream about what can come true.

Vladimir clenched his fists and looked at his hands, over which waves of muscles ran across the waves. He was pleased with his body and thanked the sun for such a name "Vladimir" to own the world, it was written on his plate. Marina and Vladimir looked at themselves and suddenly the bench between them flashed a bright purple fire. The bright, hot and burning sun, was replaced by a huge dark blue cloud that, leading its subordinate winds, arranged a whole storm on the ocean, and from heaven sent thunderstorms of lightning and tons of gallons of fresh cold rain. Marina and Vladimir sank, they were naked and they were very cold, they began to cuddle up to a burning bench, which continued to burn with some sort of magical fire. But they were not pressed tightly, because the violet fire was not extinguished in the rain, it was very hot and no skin in the world could sustain it touch.

Suddenly a strong loud voice rang out from the sky, which addressed Marina and Vladimir ...

"Get together on this bench in the flame of a purple fire, hug each other, and feel the heat of hearts when you lie down on a stool, feel love, and if you manage to do everything as I said, then you will live, otherwise an honest righteous fire will destroy you ... "

Vladimir made a step towards the outbreaks of a campfire, which with its tongues began to lick the young man’s body, leaving severe burns on it.

“Marina - I love you” - said the young man, he looked into the eyes of the girl and was sincerely faithful to his words, he was surprised by the affection and the luminosity of feelings that he felt for the girl he saw at first in his life. He took another step to the shop and was already standing in the violet fire, he was burning and suffering, he knew and believed and hoped that Marina would take his hand.

Marina stretched her right palm into the tongues of hellfire, which immediately burned her palm, but the girl was true to her feelings and still began to move her palm further, gradually the heat and pain began to be replaced by coolness and tenderness. Marina touched the hand of Vladimir and all clung to him, with her gentle flexible body. Marina and Vladimir blazed in violet fire and kissed naked on the shore of a huge island, and the waves of the ocean swayed around him, sending thousands of gallons of water to its shore. Water descended on young people in love but did not extinguish the violet fire.

“If you betray your feelings and some of you change this pure and bright love, that pleasant and sweet fragrant purple fire will turn into a fierce yellow and red hellish fire in which your hearts will burn and your bodies will live and will be doomed to love in them ”- a voice from heaven rumbled like thousands of thunderstorms and lightning. Vladimir and Marina were so passionate about making love that they did not even hear these important words. Vladimir's hands slid across the wet and elastic body of Marina, and Marina kissed Vladimir in the lobe of her left ear and gently purred like a little fluffy kitty.

Photos in the old house flew off the walls, the wind burst through the open door, tore them off the walls and circled in a round dance, connecting them together. Photo Vladimir clung to the photos of Marina and joined in a greedy, burning kiss.

The bodies of Vladimir and Marina were transferred from the bench to the 17th floor, high houses in the center of Moscow, in a five-room apartment, in a large bedroom on an Italian oak bed, with leather pads at the headboard. The bedroom smelled of French Marina spirits and Vladimir's American spirits.They enjoyed the flavors of each other and looked into their eyes, in whose pupils small torches of violet fire were burning. They remembered the words that whispered a cloud and kissed again tenderly. They believed in the love of each other, in the sincerity of feelings, and loyalty and it warmed their souls, and they never for a second were afraid that sometime that evil hour would come when a little gentle violet fire would be replaced by a cunning and terrible red fire.

p. s.

a man in a black hat stood at the bottom of the ocean and walked along it, between high pitfalls, he went to meet new couples, new young girls and people, to turn them into stones and then warm their hearts and unite them with the help of the mighty strong and good love violet fire.