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About us

A publishing house „Trys žvaigždutės” („Three Starlets”) was established in 1994. It publishes mainly books for children, written both by adults and children themselves.

The publishing house is lead by writer Jeronimas Laucius, who is the author of more than one hundred books the biggest part of which are books for children. He also supports and promotes writing among the young. His books have been translated into Russian, Belorussian, Esperanto, Polish, Norwegian, English, French and German. Some theatre plays are based on his stories too.

Mr. Laucius is a member of the International Union of Associations of Bibliophiles (Moscow).

The writer is always open for cooperation with other publishers, authors, theatres, cartoon creators, Lithuanian communities and anybody who needs a story or has a story of its own and wants to turn it into a book.

So if you have any ideas we are looking forward for a creative cooperation also with you!

Kalvarijų g. 134-42,
LT-08209 Vilnius, Lithuania
Phone/fax: +370 5 276 2408
Mobile phone: +370 687 75147 (Director)
E-mail: JeronimasL@gmail.com



There is such a famous writer Jeronimas Laucius in Lithuania. It is me. I‘ve published over a hundred books (edition of about 4 million exemplars with translations in Rusian, Belorussian, Polish, French, Esperanto, Norwegian and German). Majority of my books are restricted to children and youth, futhermore, these books help to know and to grow fond of the world. So you can see them in this web site.
What‘s more, specific attention was restricted to the books for grown-ups called „You are the only one" (the first editions were called „If it‘s hard for you." The book was translated in Esperanto.), „You can only" as well as „You only have" and „The tammed miracles".
Furthermore, this is literary conversations regarding human‘s opportunities, searches of internal powers inwardly and belief of your oness, your powers.

That, what is restricted to the luckiest ones, restricted for You as well.
That, what the luckiest ones have, You have as well.
You have arms, which are able to hug your beloved person and overcome all the obstacles in the life.
You have eyes so that you could personally see the sunny part of Your life.
You can hear only good willing words from people.
You have heart, whose  each throb is restricted for You.
You have soul - the proof of divinity. You are able to know, to dream, to create and to love.
You have everything, what the luckiest ones do.
That, what the luckiest can, You can as well.

(The extract from „You are the only one")

When I realized what I wish – I was born. This was told by a person, who had reached the top of  his honour and earned general appreciation. The evaluation of the beggining of the road which leads to the uplands of achievements, the fixation with the word I WANT can help to everyone to take the very first step, from which starts the race extended by its great wish...
The thought, uncontrolled by wish, reminds of a runner speeding blindfold. He constantly stumbles and tears. All his attempts are meaningless, when neither the road nor the finish are seen.
The WISH – sort of the brother of aim. It points to the highroad, helps to overcome obstacles and to cross all the protuberant fences.
If the wish somethimes wanders, it asks for help its friend – dream. And the dream – the thought risen to the sky. From its uplands emerges the covered road and in the guidelines delineated in front. You already know that you won‘t wander. Traveling is easy, sort of going to a festival...

(The extract from „The tammed miracles")


If you counted all the wealth which belongs to You, You would know that You are endlessly wealthy.
Isn‘t it more than all the wealth of the world that You are able to feel? And not only  warmth or frost, but also worry, inspiration and the delight of creation.
And even perfect watches made by the best wrights can‘t show You how the passing time is felt. Only You can feel it. What treasures can value such a gift?
And how would you count how much the opportunity to search, find and know is worth? Many centuries have passed since the times when a general after conquering all his known places cried out of despair, that he don‘t know where could he lead his soldiers. You already know, that the Earth is much bigger than the conquest of that general, You know that thousands of unknown roads are still waiting for You, thousands of  undiscovered treausres of knowledge.
These treasures belongs to searchers. These treasures are Yours.
The ability to wait is priceless. Waiting is a hand shake  to His majesty Time, it‘s belief in his power, it‘s to declare your love. The Time rewards for love with his love and awards with royal gifts – eager to know, to understand and to grow fond of everything what surrounds You, what is visible, audible, appreciable, everything that contains the word LIFE.
The mountains of the highest hallmark won‘t serve that, what the creation‘s power is worth. Creation – the real joy, eternal search of perfection and beauty.
Creative joy drown gloom, irritability, despair and passivity – everything that puts out creative fire, something that is like heavy raindrops.
Today‘s despair – the fate of the weak, the distrustful of one‘s power.
Every single day is a source from which tomorrow is gaining strenght and power. It‘s your own tomorrow. An inexaustible spring of that source.
When you count all your treasures now, say to yourself that you can‘t be anybody else except being the happy one.

____  „  ____

If you counted
all the taken steps of people and then took at least one by yourself, everything what you summarized would be inaccurate.
Your taken step...
Your taken step changes all the counting, finishes sequence, brings You the first in the start.
You rise a hand. It‘s a well known sign for everyone: give me the way, now I will start, now it‘s my turn!..
You go to the road of time, thoughts and creation.
But you could have remained as an onlooker. Just the onlooker.
Cinderella becomes a princess.
The third brother – a king.
You – a creator.

(The extract from „You can only")

...What is the answer to the question why do I ought to carry people on my neck through the river had he heard from the last carried person? „Throw this person in the middle of the river and let him swim by himself. And you can go wherever you want."
It‘s the thought giving freedom to people! And what is it that it‘s from a fairytale? Maybe it‘s not even the farytale but a cipher of a sage sent to the happiest ones. These torturers that are sitting on the neck – it‘s our own created stereotypes: people of humble birth – don‘t take a pride in yourself, the poor – walk humbly bended your neck, you are small – avoid words used by elite in your language, someone has told you three times, showed you, that there‘s a star – get down on your marrowbones.
Get down on your marrowbones or not knowing who was your great-great-grandfather claim as you are from king family! Choose, feel free!..
A sailor came ashore of the Mississippi river and exclaimed to everyone: „From now I‘m Mark Twain! Hey, Tom Sawyer, let‘s travel around the world!
A polish girl, a modest governess Maria, after sending other children to sleep, took a physics textbook in her hands and the relative time rose her and carried to the torrential river of honour. Until now it proclaims the name of Maria Skladowska-Curie!
In dusty streats of Paris was singing a girl in a threadbare named Giavanna Gassion until a favourable wind of destiny blew – it not only banks up commonness sand into mountains of  squalor but also blows them aways exposing the sky for lucky ones - and she becomes sky‘s and earth‘s favourite Edith Piaf...

(The extract from „You only have")

Note. The text translation is literal.

If you are a publisher, than promptly write me a letter or sit in a plane and I will welcome you in the door of my publishing house „Three stars". For 20 years I‘ve been the leader and the editor in chief of this publishing house. In your country published my books – literary conversations which in my Lithuania have gained recognition will bring you success and recognition. Be the first! Good luck!

Lithuania is in Europe by the Baltic see.
The publishing house „Three stars" is in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania.


Personal information
Surname, First name    Jaronimas Laucius
Adress                        Žirmūnų str. 137-46, Vilnius, Lithuania
Telephone                   +370 687 75 147
E-mail                         JeronimasL@gmail.com , http://www.tryszvaigzdutes.lt/
Date of birth                1946-01-01

Work experience
2009   "Book theatre" founder
2009-04-20   A member of Belarusian writers community 
2008-07-30   Granting Status of Lithuanian Art Master
1998-11-25   A member of International Union of social associations of bibliophiles
1994 April till now   A president of Public Institution of Literature Association of World Lithuanian Children Publishing house "Lithuanian children book"
1994-April   till now   Owner and Director of book publishing house „Trys žvaigždutės"
1988 October  till now   Main editor of the magazine „ŽVAIGZDUTĖ"
1968–1988   Diverse activity in production and in administration

1963–1968  Bachelors Studies   Kaunas Technological University, the faculty of Mechanical Engineering and Mechatronics
1963   High school education   Panevėžio „Ramygalos" gimnazium

Training / Courses
   Driving courses, diving courses

Personal skills and competences
   Professional writer for 28 years, with experience in magazine and book writing. Author of more then 100 books. Many books are translated to English, Polish, Russian, Byelorussian, German, Esperanto languages

Languages   Lithuanian (Understanding, speaking, writing – excellent), Russian (Understanding, speaking, writing – excellent), English (Understanding, speaking, writing – a little bit), French (Understanding, speaking, writing – good, but with the help of the dictionary)

Computer skills and competences   Operation system: Windows XP, Microsoft Office, Google office, Internet Explorer

Additional information   Interests: writing books, reading, travelling, and communicating with people







First, through the empty field comes Destiny.

Behind him, through the same road comes a Man.

While going, he gets thirsty.

Then he digs a well.

While waiting for the well to get water, he builds a small house.

Soon, the road leads a woman to the house.

After that they live long and happily.

If they remember, who went the road first.




Only Man and Silence have a soul.

The Creators of Silence are the creators of divinity. They are greater than poets, artists, composers.

When the Creator of the Universe spoke out loud, the silence exploded and the galaxies, stars, planets, our Sun and Earth, everything what is alive, was born.

Silence, just as time, is eternal.

The Creators of Silence find it even in the world of relentless noises- bickers, taps and knocks. To find it, means following the road of The Creator of Silence.

Only after finding it, one can hear how it beats- what is the Silent universe is talking to your heart.




And the biggest mountain is just a risen earth crust that acquired the shape of a mountain.

The mountain itself has no benefits.

On the contrary- it interferes with constructions of roads, house building and it even blocks the raising Sun.

However, when the mountain is approach by a geologist, he, with his knowledge, starts exploring it and searching for its hidden minerals- the mountain becomes a true treasure that enriches hundreds of people, as even the cities start rising there. The treasures found by a geologist nourishes, prepares and inspires people for new and exciting discoveries.

And the person is just like some mountain. As long as he does not seeks those inner treasures, as long as he does not explore the talents that the nature has benefited him- he is not useful neither to himself or others, as he is just taking place in the counts of people.

However, after looking at other people-mountains or pushed by some impulse, one starts searching his own uniqueness and purpose in life, and finally finds treasures that change his life - he decorates his life with diamonds and the charm of new discoveries.

A man permanently becomes a geologist of his inner treasures, he is constantly looking, he is discovering the beauty of thoughts and life secrets and by doing that he decorates the whole world.

Sometimes one impulse, one stop or one glance is enough. Sadly, many fails.

But maybe you will succeed...




When someone tries to persuade me that the world is full of uneasiness, natural disasters and human threats, I am always calming myself thinking that we have it steady, calm and quiet around us.

For a number of years, the prices are steadily rising, so a man can easily count how much bread, butter or utilities will cost after a year or even a decade...

By supporting the principle of stability, we, steadily and confidently emigrate to other, unstable countries. You don't need to understand science in order to know how many of us will stay after N years.

Every year, thousands of us refuse not only their nationality, but also the gift of God and take their own lives. And we are stable leaders of this.

While searching for our spiritual well-being, we are steadily holding on to the first place of consumption of antidepressants, specifically alcoholic beverages.

Every time, we steadily elect the ones that should not be elected. (And man, how will you do the long term without a glass of your antidepressant).

The line of poverty and the heights of corruption are steady, and the number of oligarchs steadily grows.

If you want to learn more about how we steadily fill in Lukiškes, Pravieniškes and psychiatric hospitals, how the number of people who read books and explore their opportunities steadily decreases, read statistical summaries. Maybe they will connect the people who believe in human power, into some kind of positivist group, from which a new statistics will be born.




After everyone left and the hall got empty, only two people were left there- the cleaner and the writer.

The cleaner, grumbling about the mess people left, was collecting their trash, cleaning the dirty floor- she was erasing the traces people left.

The writer was collecting the thoughts that people left, purifying them and thinking of their possible places in future books about people's lives.

The cleaner cleaned the footprints left by the writer's dusty shoes.

The writer immortalized the cleaner in his book.

P.S. The cleaner got paid. The writer was turning his head, thinking where to get the funds to publish his works.




Here, we talk about our pains.

While talking, our pains embrace and merge into one whole. The more general the pain, the smaller it is for each of us.

We don't talk about the world crisis here, as some of us were surviving them or some still live in it.

We don't talk about millions here, because we were forced to learn to survive with a hundred.

No one talks about clothes or fashion, because with the help of doctors we try to direct the looks to ourselves, to our inner beauty.

Here we talk about how to find enough wit in yourself to have enough even for foolishly living your life, and how to find out that foolishness is not a real foolishness if you live your life.

In this hospital we live a relatively short period of time, so we start to understand the concept of time differently too. as we cherish our time, we don't talk about nonsense, because for us others talked out it too much. And that lead us here.

We are taking here with the voice of a soul about her liberation, her engagement and empathy of the life of thoughts.

Depending what some listen to, different is heard.

I listen and write, for more people to hear, that the world is unaware how increasingly rapid it is and that it might destroy the most delicate and wonderful instrument of nature- the human soul.




He stands before the monument of a warrior, from which back in the day he escaped by running.

He was not reached by one, who now became the monument, nor his bullet.

After finishing going down the memory lane, the man leaves a flower near the statues' feet and walks away.

However, like every time, he looks back.

He wants to be sure, that the one, who was his pre-war honest neighbour, is no longer chasing him after.




The forest was already surrounded by dusk, yet the lost children still can't find a way back home. The brother is calming his sister and decides to climb up a tall tree.

In the distance, he sees a light and both children run towards it.

A fairy of the light opens the door. She invites the children in, she gives them some raspberry tea, puts them to soft beds and in the morning, shows them the road back.

The children, carrying baskets of wild berries and mushrooms happily come home...

... This is his indelible childhood (fairy) tale.

Now he's already old, with grey hair. The children grew up a long time ago. And yesterday, after a three-day wandering in the woods, his lost grandchildren have finally returned home.

They didn't notice, when it got dark. And when they looked around, they realised that they are lost.

While wandering around, they found a small path, and after walking it for some time, they saw a light. Both remembering the stories about thieves, cruelty and kids stolen or taken away from the parents, got frightened and decided to hide and run into the forest depths.

After three days avoiding main roads and people, they both happily return home.

P.S.  Because nobody complained about this incident, the children were not taken away from their loving parents. This happy story can be sent to "Child Right Protection Services". It can warm the rest of the souls. If you send them happy ending stories like this, never write names or addresses.

Such is life.

Without the Light Fairy, that is waiting for the lucky ones.




Did you see, how the dew drops are born?

Did you catch the thought that that birth sent you? How did it help you to make sense of your life?

A drop of dew is born to water the flower and cheer you up.

Isn't it just like a human life? After all, a human is born to be beneficial for someone, to delight others.

If in a rush you don't notice the birth of dew drop, then ask yourself, what the first morning sunshine is telling you.

Every morning is the beginning of a new and unique start of life.




When the sadness comes to you, greet him like any of your guests.

If he comes to you, it means he needs you.

If he comes to you, it means, he wants to tell you something important.

Try guessing his thoughts before meeting him.

Sit down with him on a bench.

Listen to him, understand him.

Lead the sadness till the gates,

Accept the light of relaxation left by it.




He doesn't remember now, who asked, where the light disappears when the candle is blown out.

While trying to answer the question he would find various answers, and they gave birth to new questions.

What is that light path? How does the darkness meet it?

Was darkness always darkness, or before blowing the candle out, that darkness was also light?

Does that former light remember, who it shined upon?

And does someone remember, that they lived enlightened by her?

Did they discover a new light, or decided to stay in the dark and live with it?

The Memory Light awaits the answer.

While it is still light.




- What nonsense! What folly! - a man was angry, - What is that pedometer? He doesn't measure anything. He has no use for anyone.

The man was checking again and again, but the device was not working the way a man wanted it to work. The stubborn man was walking around the marker and purposely through thee empty streets all day. The next time, uplifted, he ran to his first date with the beloved. After meeting her, they walked the park till dusk, he recited her his verses, and enchanted by it, she (Good Heavens!) kissed him!

And the pedometer, as though making fun of his excitement, still showed the same, pointless numbers.

- Such a useless device could have been created by some robot or some emotionless constructor, - he said, - how can it be, that a senseless walk around the market and a date with a beloved have the same value?

Maybe because of these senseless pedometers people are confused not only in their steps, but also everywhere. Maybe, that's why the thoughts of thinkers have become worthless, just like gossip or rumours.

The man was walking down the road, thinking how to create a new device, word-o-meter, or sense-o-meter, which would count not only the steps of thoughts, but would also measure the significance of those thoughts.




When the whole world got sick, I retreated to edge of it.

House, things and all the people, got distant from me.

I stayed alone with my patient, which was getting harder and harder to look after.

After all, I loved him once, and now he was breathing cold and I was frightened.

When fear got ahead of me, I met someone in white. He told me, that the sick is not the whole world, but just my own.

I realised, that there are two worlds: mine and the world's world.

That means, that the world's world has sickened my world. What else could have infected me?

After realising, that both worlds are sick, I found out why people don't understand me and don't even want to understand: they all live in that sick world.

Hence, I should wait until someone heals that sick world.

Then, perhaps, I will be visited by people, who will understand and help my sick world to recover.




The longer he did the miracles, the more dissatisfied people he encountered.

Mostly he was attacked not by those he didn't help, but by those who, thanks to him, would get unexpected gifts of fate or even exclusive powers.

Even though at first, after each miracle people would thank and praise him, it only lasted a few days. After that they would start to squint at him, reproaching him and asking why he doesn't perform a new miracle, as the other one got old and would not provide joy anymore. Then they would start to threaten him, blaming him, as they now were sad because they have to live without a new miracle.

Despite him explaining that the miracle can only happen to each one of us once, that it is needed for everyone separately, no one wanted to listen. They just complained, threatened and demanded...

He realized, that he should help people not only to remember the miracles longer, but also, he should help them to save the experienced charm, which is the real miracle. However, he didn't know how to do it.

The greatest miracle can only be performed by the man himself.



UAB „Trys žvaigždutės"
Kalvarijų g. 134-42, LT-08209 Vilnius, tel. 8 687 75147
El.p. JeronimasL@gmail.com