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Princess deer - continued

He was our man lying in the grass for a while, hardly believing what he had seen them with his eyes, though he watched her face with delicate features and large eyes dark among the grass, just see naught beside skin spring. Slowly is set among the trees and when he thought it got far enough to get it up and running home. Not when he got home he felt peaceful, nor light, nor did he lit the fire in the fireplace just slept wrapping himself up over his head. Hold it in the dark, shivering and bringing remembering all the stories. How long he had been in the army, the army traveled, met many world states in many places and in each there is a fairy tale, meetings of people with these supernatural beings. Listened to testimony about fairies dancing through meadows, when the moon was full, about people who have been enticed to get into their dance and they could not have died off until exhaustion. About others know that after a meeting with the forest fairies have lost their minds or were taken powers and leave lying on the roadside, paralyzed completely or only half, however none could speak. With such thoughts struggled all night and when the sun fell asleep briefly. He has not gone anywhere, it revolved around the house, fix here and there, reinforcing the door and windows, till he came again in the evening. At sunset barricaded himself in the house, curled up in a corner of the room with the ax beside him. All sounds of the night and trembling with fear while not only hear the wind rustling the leaves and fell asleep after a while. He was restless sleep somewhere between dream and waking, troubled by images of fairy, especially her eyes. It's been a day and another night and realized that he felt fear, it was like an attraction, as he wanted to be with her all the time. Now have all the time in front of her image. She loved her long black hair, the way he walked as if floating above the grass. It was all so plagued with growing love in the heart, until he decided that he must tell the longing consumed. All the stories that have learned to steal skin and hide it like to be in the power of Fairy and listen without having to kill or to darken the mind. Believes that all are tales before, when he had begun to live such a chance, so knowing what to do the next day at sunrise was lying in the grass between the trees at the edge of the clearing. The wait was not long, deer appearing opposite him. Prior to a few steps to reach the spring rose on its hind legs and shook the skin easily slipped on it and revealing flesh of fairy. Man looked enchanted by her beauty as floats over the grass, as its body undulates like stepping into spring and wash their long tresses. Then the man felt that the time and sprinkled the grass in a mad rush, as fleeing from wars and during the attacks that participated. Not stopped when he reached near the skin, just bend over grab it with one hand or face when the screaming started. He continued the chase through the trees clutching his chest capture precious and Thinking where to hide as best. He walked through the woods all day, looking for a safe place, but in the evening he woke up around the house, skin not smell at all of animal but fresh spring flowers. Meanwhile reached the conclusion that it is best to return it to fairy and at her and talk. Seeing the house lit easily approached and looked through the window. Inside the fortifications dinner table was ready and in the midst of the throne a pot of steam coming out. Table beside him watching Fairy He took the plunge and entered the house. Inside was warm and smelled nice mushroom stew. Fairy approached, the man knelt before them and back skin. Wait now, his head bowed, his rightful punishment for such great boldness but was surprised when Fairy raised and invited to the table. Having filled his plate, and she sat down and began to speak. - I was sure you get my skin back! You're a good man! I know This is because we see the souls of men. I know pure love what you wear to me and I'll come every night but in the morning I go back to the woods. And so they lived happily until a ripe old age, on the deer in day light and the evening is turning into the most beautiful woman. END by Tonko Alexander

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Letter to Neneko

( It was nice if you could find it in your locker for shoes at school )

I’m lucky because I live on the other side of the Earth.

I’m lucky because I am conscious of my age.

I’m lucky because I realize what I look like

Because otherwise just forget all my life here and I climb in the first plane to see you and to tell you how I feel in my heart that melts when you leave your head to one side and watch whit those big round eyes and blink often to perplexity .

I feel when to hug and caress you on the head and whispering that everything it’s fine and I will banish sorrow in your life so that you  could live happily.

Signed : Tonko A.

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