From the life of the gods. Stories of the Olympus - episode 1

Gods’ quarrels.

       The sun has always been shining on the Olympus. Everything that was here, exuded beauty and calmness. Water was quietly bubbling in the fountains, a scent of flowers and herbs was all around. In the largest and most beautiful palace, located in the centre of the mountain, lived an Olympian master - the venerable Zeus - the god of lightings and thunderbolts, the god over all gods. Smaller manor houses that were located around the home of Zeus were occupied by other Olympian gods. No worries, illnesses or deaths were known here. Sometimes only bored gods started quarrels and plots against each other, often using the inhabitants of the Earth located under “their feet” as tools.

       In a garden adjacent to the Zeus’s palace, two goddesses enjoyed their relaxation. One was lying in a spectacular pose on a chaise longue. Owing to the slits on the sides of long white robe of the goodness you could see her milky white long legs. The other one was sitting bolt upright on a chair padded with pillows. She was dressed up to the neck so that no body, except the face and hands, was visible. As if that was not enough, she had a golden helmet on her head. Around the two ladies there running servants, carrying ambrosia and nectar. These delicacies called the "food of the gods" protected against old age and death.

“I’m bored with this ambrosia, an ice cream is what I want to eat now. I feel blue" said the goddess Aphrodite. The most beautiful goddesses stretched on the chaise longue.

“Oh, come on! If you stop eating ambrosia, you will be old. If you start eating ice cream, you will get fat – Athena rebukes her sitting bolt upright on the chair.

“Dear Zeus, how mean you are”.

“After all, I'm the goddess of wisdom”.

“I think, spite”.

“Maliciousness is a sign of intelligence. It's better to be smart than beautiful...”

“Paris had a different opinion...”

“Do not remind me that boor! And for what was your bribe to him - Helena for?!”

“You are so clever and you don’t know what a man is doing with a beautiful woman?... Well, you couldn’t know it ... Have you ever had a man?”

“But you have two, that means, one too many... and your son is not a child of any of them!”

“I have two, because one is smart and the other... so beautifully muscled... and how he kisses...”

“Please, without unnecessary details!”

“... my sonny boy, despite his young age, has already been promoted to God of Love. And who of us is that smarter one?”

"Your Eros married beneath himself behind your back and made you the grandmother”.

"I advise you not to insult my beloved son because he will make you fall in love in the chair you are sitting on”.

“I'd rather be in love with a chair than in myself!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t be afraid of it because of your poor beauty”.

When both girls almost jumped to their throats, a mature man appeared in the garden. He was dignified and presented himself as for his age.

“My dear ladies, what's the quarrel for?! My brother called me from the Underground complaining that you were heard there”.

"Zeus, as usual, your daughter punishes me for being beautiful and she... well, she's trying to be intelligent" Aphrodite hastened with explanation.

“Remember that I am also the goddess of war and I may make you a holly stink!” Athena jumped up.

"Athena, you forget about your brother Ares, he is the god of war", her father interjected.

“O yes, this dumb gorilla. How can he be responsible for wars, since war strategy requires thought! Dad, I want to be the Goddess of War. I'm better up to do it...”

“Athena, my daughter, as the only one of my many offspring I have given you the whole city. You are worshiped there... Leave the wars to your brother because when he gets bored, starts to play up...”

“And he's picking up others’ wives.”

“And you are jealous because nobody moves on you even you will pay extra charge” Aphrodite bated back.

“Dear ladies, please!” Zeus raised his voice and lightning crossed the sky.”

Suddenly it flashed, crashed and in the air above the Zeus’s garden stopped the chariot fiery horses driven.

“Apollo?! Who gave you a racing ticked?!” Zeus shouted.

"You, dad, so that I could move faster between you and Earth”.

“Hermes is on the run...”

"I'm here, dad", a small boy in a hat with feathers on the both sides appeared behind Apollo.

"Son, you got flying sandals not to drive Apollo's chariot?"

“Sandals? Dad... sandals are already passe. Please, give me self-pumping trainers, which are shining.”

“Are you crazy?... Tell me now, what brings you to me?”

"We have a business ..." Apollo started.

"Otherwise, you wouldn’t appear here", Zeus interrupted him.

“Dad, will you lend Heracles to us? Earth needs to be cleaned up a little bit.”

“Again?! You know that Heracles is busy guy now. He must get a new gold fleece for me because the old one has already worn out.”

"People threw away again a few tons of garbage into the oceans. Uncle Poseidon got angry after yesterday he had woken up in the six-pack crown. Dolphins and whales chew plastic bottles and then have tympanites. Generally, in the seas and oceans stink and dirt is everyhere.”

“I understand... right, it's only Heracles that can handle it. How long do we have to clean up after these stupid creatures?! I'll ask Gaia to send them some earthquake.”

“Poseidon also threatens with a small tsunami...”

"Oh, we'll ask the gods of winds to get a few cyclones down there. Maybe it will teach that mindless worms.”

“Aw, uncle Hades will complain again that he Tartarus is overcrowded.”

“Sorry, teaching requires sacrifices. In order for people to behave properly and go in the right direction, it is needed first to create discomfort in the world in which they live now.”

 

Stories from Olympus will be continued.