Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already creeping across your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me enter, but didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile... I love it when you smile... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multi-functional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, she knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, she knows how to gently coo under my chin, or she can just remain silent, doing her amazing job!
Go to sleep, my dear, I won’t disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will lower myself to the floor to be level with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me now you are a little girl whom I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd to the sweet future sleep. You are an adult, beautiful, self-confident woman, but you also, like a child, miss tender words, I know this and am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowding both in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could say a lot of magic words to you, but mom will not say what a loving man can say. Sleep, sleep soundly to my muttering, and it’s even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is filled with.
It is a pity that I am not an oriental poet - Firdousi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi ... they knew many beautiful words with which they sang their beloved.
A living spring is your mouth and the sweetest of all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.
All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
The nectar of your sweetest lips is the most beautiful of all delights.
And even the sun has a hard time competing with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than his.
Sweet words gurgle like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround you with a viscous pink aroma... everything is for you, everything is for you...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you wore flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees... I know all your night outfits, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I’ve taken them off more than once from you... and now I still see not the blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin underneath... Just recently you were humming something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, just recently you were leaving the bathroom, and the undried droplets the water glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, right at the dimple on your throat... this dimple has always driven me crazy... and now my tongue habitually moved in my mouth... I love to kiss you on this dimple... no, no, I’m quiet and humble today, I’m just talking to you... in words, but silently... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night lamp, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a cap, but it still got wet and became a dark bronze color... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else... then painfully familiar, which makes you dizzy and takes your breath away... It smells like you... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful in the world... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know what they look like in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips... I kiss every finger of yours, every nail, I run your palm over my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their soft velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you may suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek to mine... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were stubbled by my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots... To the puzzled looks of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant activity for me - shaving... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, run it along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down... stop...
You moved and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my beloved... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.
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joke
Once we get married, we will have a bunch of children. We won’t have a job, we won’t have anything to feed our children, we’ll take them into the dark forest further away, and abandon them there... then Thumb Boy...
You won’t have a job because you have no initiative, you will only wait for help from some guy.
ArtyomArtyom ArtyomArtyom
oh.... Tell her about how your relationship began in a fairytale way. From the very beginning until the day you tell it :)
Evgeniy Filatov
Hello, Darling! So I want to kiss your plump lips now! Such soft and sweet offended lips! I want to undead and caress them until a happy smile takes over them! And then you can sit comfortably on my shoulder and listen to a new fairy tale born in my dreams!
Today this fairy tale will be about a girl who I dreamed of on amazing nights, accompanied by the quiet crackling of logs in the stove and the mysterious light of a small lamp on the wall. This lamp was in the shape of a cute gnome with an umbrella and it seemed like he was casting magic!
***
So, there was a girl. She lived peacefully and calmly, and everything was enough for her, except for one thing! She was very lonely, and therefore there was no happiness!
And then one day the girl went to look for this happiness! Every time she met good and kind people along the way, it seemed to her that she had found her happiness! But time passed, and interest in her disappeared; too quickly everyone around got used to the quiet and trouble-free wanderer. Then she went on search again. But the path was not always so serene. And she met not only good people.
One day, on the threshold of a house, a very polite and courteous young man opened the door for her. And she went there without fear. The tired traveler was fed and put to bed. And at night an evil spell fell on this house. And only in the morning, with the first rays of the sun, she woke up exhausted on the street. But the fear of the events of that night was stronger than fatigue, and she rushed to run away as fast as she could! From then on, she never trusted any young man again. But the belief that somewhere in the world happiness awaited her helped her move on.
And then one day she sat down to rest on the bank of a small river under the rays of the bright spring sun. The mischievous stream sang to her a cheerful song about the distant countries to which it strove its streams. The girl was so enchanted by this picture that she did not hear light footsteps from behind. Someone’s warm hands hugged her shoulders, and a gentle voice asked:
- How far are you going, Bunny?
This touch and voice immediately felt so close and dear that in response she could not say anything other than:
- I’ve already walked a lot, I’ve seen everyone! And now my journey alone is over! Hello, my happiness! Hello, my beloved!
The girl turned around, took her Happiness by the hand and never let go of her again!
***
I love you! I love you, my happiness! I will never give you up to anyone! And if you suddenly want to leave, I will hug and kiss you so hard that it will be impossible to break this hug!
Bedtime story
fairy tale
guys, help me find a SHORT good bedtime story for a girl
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Grandpa Au Banana
So today the Hedgehog said to the Little Bear:
- How good it is that we have each other!
The little bear nodded.
- Just imagine: I’m not there, you’re sitting alone and there’s no one to talk to.
- And where are you?
- I am not here, I am out.
“It doesn’t happen like that,” said Little Bear.
“I think so too,” said the Hedgehog. “But all of a sudden, I don’t exist at all. You are alone. Well, what are you going to do? .
- I'll turn everything upside down, and you'll be found!
- I’m not there, I’m not anywhere!! !
- Then, then ... Then I will run out into the field, - said the Bear cub. - And I’ll scream: “Y-yo-yo-y-y-y-y!” , and you will hear and scream: “Bear-oh-oh-ok! ..”. Here.
“No,” said the Hedgehog. - I'm not there one bit. Understand?
- Why are you pestering me? - Little Bear got angry. If you are not, then I am not. Understood?…
Serenka
Say that you will marry her
selen
gossip about your love
Jurijus Zaksas
Once upon a time there were Grandfather, Baba and a chicken Ryaba. And somehow a hen laid a testicle for Grandfather. Grandfather is crying, Baba is crying, and the chicken is cackling: “Don’t cry, Baba, don’t cry, Grandfather, otherwise I’ll lay your second egg...”
Is it true that the fairy tale is SHORT and the chicken is terribly kind?
Nikolay Filippov
Say you want to marry her.
sympathetic segrifice
Maybe you can try to come up with something for her... romantic!
A short tale about a smart princess
In the Far Far Away Kingdom, in the thirtieth state, there lived a beautiful, independent, independent and intelligent princess. One day she was sitting on the shore of a picturesque pond in a green valley near her castle, thinking about the meaning of life, and suddenly she saw a frog.
The frog jumped into her lap and
said: “Dear, kind girl. Once I was a handsome prince, but an evil witch bewitched me, turning me into a frog. If you kiss me, I will turn into a prince again, and then, my precious, I will settle in your castle, and you will cook my food, brush my horse, wash my clothes, raise my children and be glad that I took you as my wife."
That evening, after a light dinner of frog legs with herbs and a glass of white wine, the Princess chuckled quietly and thought: “Fuck you!”
There's room in life for not caring
Better than a bottle of champagne! Cuts very well, tested)))
TALES for girls... who tells them... before bed?
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Fleur De Lis
I'm waiting for the continuation of the story....
OriGinal_Sin
no one is telling! thanks for the story ;-)
Evgeniya
the program "Good night, kids", they also show cartoons))
According to psychologists, a conversation between two loving people, especially before bedtime and after intimate relationships, helps strengthen relationships, brings harmony and strengthens them. By the way, such a conversation in the form of a bedtime story, for example, for a beloved guy can also happen before an intimate relationship, and even without having anything to do with it, because it is in the romance, the fabulousness of such a moment that the intimacy of the moment lies.
Do you think your loved one doesn't believe in miracles? That he will refuse to listen to a fairy tale that is filled with romance and enchanting moments? If so, then you are deeply mistaken. I will tell you a fairy tale that I myself came up with for my beloved guy, showing only my imagination and filling it with romantic miracles. So here I go.
Once upon a time there lived a princess, and she had everything: beauty, tenderness, and she was smart. And her parents decided to marry her off. But what kind of suitors were there at that time? They were only interested in those half-kingdoms that the princess's father promised to give as a dowry. Of course, the princess understood all this, and she did not want to live with someone who did not see a real woman in her, to whom she could give her tenderness and love, who simply could not appreciate the seriousness of her feelings. It is impossible not to say that her friends, the same princesses from neighboring kingdoms, did not envy her. But this did not make the princess happy.
The princess's only dream was to meet the prince she saw in her dreams. It was with him that she was truly happy, only in his arms did she melt and forget about everything in the world. Perhaps she had already seen him once, or maybe she simply invented him for herself while reading bedtime stories and romantic stories, but only his eyes were warmer than everyone else, his hands seemed more affectionate, and his lips seemed the most sensual and dear. Every time, waking up and returning to reality, the princess was afraid of losing her happiness forever.
One day her father gave a ball. The princess did not want to attend it, but this particular event was an occasion to “show off” her daughter to the most profitable suitors with status. By the end of the evening, the princess was completely upset: all this fun was not hers, she felt like a guest, who was constantly being evaluated and condemned behind her back. The princess went out onto the balcony and then saw a bored young man, who was apparently just as sad. She was afraid to approach, but then, as if an unknown force pushed her towards him. They stood and looked into each other's eyes, it seemed as if nothing around them existed anymore. It was him - her beloved prince from the dream. The princess did not believe in all this, she was afraid to wake up again. But the beloved prince hugged her tightly and did not let her go anywhere else.
The Man Who Saw Love
He lost count of the days, months... For him, life was an eternity, and everything around him was just an endless, forgettable landscape. He did not know hatred, did not understand what cruelty was, living within himself and not thinking about what was alien to his fragile heart.
No one knew who he was or why his facial features were always bright and serene. But his thoughts were far from prying eyes.
He saw love, its living embodiment, slightly perceptible, foggy, as varied and cool as a summer breeze. People thought that their feeling resided in the heart, only occasionally showing itself, looking into the sun. But he knew that love had been nearby all their lives, yes, nearby, walking behind them, placing her palm on their warm hands, warmed by it.
And he, occasionally looking at passers-by, people immersed in their thoughts, only smiled at the splendor of the ghostly silhouette hovering next to them. He, too, was in love... But this love was platonic, impossible - no, not unrequited, but doomed to never acquire a physical meaning, an image, material, but no longer so sublime, but earthly. He was in love with his love...
She came to him one day and hasn’t left since then... They were always together: on a cloudy, harsh day, and on a noisy rainy evening, when, hiding in the warm living room from human worries, he made her laugh, and she burst into a ringing, a laugh that only he could understand. And when the sun was shining, warming the people immersed in the bustle with its rays, they sat in silence, smiling affectionately and carefree at each other. At these moments, it seemed that life was something magical, incredibly beautiful and so sentimental. But he lacked... more real, more earthly sensations.
So time passed...
One day he woke up and went to the window, dreamily looking somewhere into the distance... thinking that she was hiding somewhere behind him... smiling at the thought of how he would look back and see her playful smile.
But what he discovered under the window greatly disturbed him, instilling fear in his soul for something that might never happen again. The people he once looked at, as if at something bright, full of feelings, life, warmth... they had changed... they wandered lonely along the street. There were even smiles and delight on the faces of many of them, but... all this seemed so distant, unnatural without subtle silhouettes of feelings floating in the air.
Fear gradually filled his entire being, but there was something else in him... understanding coming from somewhere deep... expectation. He was not even surprised when he heard a barely audible rustle behind him, then he heard approaching measured steps, and, slowly looking around, he saw her... smiling, but not serenely, but thoughtfully, a little sadly... She was nearby, warm and real .
Sun and sea
He saw Her. She sat on the fence and dangled her bare feet.
"Hello," he told her.
“Hello,” She smiled in response.
- What are you doing?
- I love the sun.
- Does It love you?
- Loves.
- Right.
She looked questioningly.
- That's right, he loves it. You are beautiful.
He thought for a moment. She waited and was silent.
- You are very beautiful. May I kiss you?
- Kiss.
She jumped off the fence and approached Him. She put her hands on her shoulders and closed her eyes in anticipation. Feeling the soft touch of her lips on her cheek, she opened them again. A blush appeared under the light tan. Then They walked through the Forest to the Sea. Sitting side by side, they looked at the sunset going into the water.
“And I often come to Love the Sea,” He said.
“And I usually Love the Sun,” She answered.
- Let's love the Sun together as it goes into the Sea.
- Let's.
They hugged - it’s better to love together.
The Sun sank into the Sea quickly, and They could not Love it for long. And then He said:
- We sailed towards the Sun.
- Fine.
She began to undress. He wanted to turn away. She was surprised - why, you Love Beauty. You can watch and admire. Why are you turning away? She took off her light cotton dress and showed herself to Him.
He brought it to More. She led him to the Sun.
The sea carried their bodies, and the Sun spoke the way.
And the sunset did not end.
Eternal Devotion
In the long cold fans of the Tibetan winter, one can hear the story of two lovers whose love was so strong that it overcame not only the resistance of their parents, but also defeated death itself. They met at the ford. Every day they came here, bringing the yaks to water, until one fine morning they started talking. It seemed that they could not stop talking, they parted reluctantly, deciding to meet tomorrow in the same place. And by the next meeting they were already in love with each other.
The following weeks were full of love and anxious expectations for them. In old Tibet, families agreed on marriages in advance, often from the moment the children were born, and unplanned unions were considered a disgrace. They had to hide their love from their loved ones, but every morning they hurried to meet at the ford.
One day the young man was more anxious than usual, waiting for his beloved to show up. He trembled all over when he finally heard her steps. They barely had time to exchange greetings before he discovered the secret that had kept him in such suspense. He brought her a family jewel - a silver earring inlaid with large turquoise.
Seeing such a gift, the girl thought about it, because she knew that accepting it meant swearing eternal love. Then she loosened her braid and allowed the young man to weave an earring into her long black hair. And from that moment on, she placed herself at the mercy of any possible consequences.
It is difficult for a daughter to hide the first impulses of love from her mother’s searching gaze, and the earring was soon discovered. Immediately realizing how far things had gone for her, the old woman decided that only the most desperate measures could save the honor of the family. She ordered her eldest son to kill the one who dared to interfere in the affairs of the family, who stole her child’s love. The son reluctantly obeyed his mother's orders. He only intended to wound the shepherd, but without informing her son, the mother took additional measures and poisoned the arrow - the young man died in great pain.
The girl was shocked by grief and decided to be freed from suffering forever. Having obtained permission from her father to attend the funeral of her lover, she hurried to the ceremony - the body was already lying in the funeral pyre. Despite all attempts, none of the young man's family could light the fire.
Approaching the place where the fire was lit, the girl took off her cape. To the surprise of those present, she threw it onto the firewood, and the fire immediately broke out. Then, with a mournful cry, she threw herself into the fire, and it consumed them both.
Those present at the funeral were numb with horror. The news of the tragedy soon reached the girl's mother, who rushed to the place of burning. Furious, she arrived at the funeral before the last coals had cooled, she decided that the young couple could not remain together even in death, and insisted that their bodies, united in the fire, be separated from each other.
She sent for a local shaman, who began to ask what the lovers feared most in the world during their lifetime. It turned out that the girl always had an aversion to toads, and the young man was terribly afraid of snakes. They caught a toad and a snake and placed them next to the burnt bodies. And immediately, miraculously, the bones moved apart. Then, at the insistence of the mother, the remains were buried on different banks of the river so that the lovers would forever remain apart.
Meanwhile, soon two young trees began to grow on new graves. With unusual speed they grew into dense trees, their branches stretching out and intertwining above the stream. To those who were nearby, it seemed that the branches were reaching out to each other, as if trying to embrace, and the children playing nearby said with fear that the rustling of the tangled branches was like the quiet whisper of lovers. The angry mother ordered the trees to be cut down, but new ones grew every time. Who would have thought that in this way they would be able to prove their loyalty and that their love would continue to bloom even after death in this place.
Heart
My Heart was locked and the key was given to the Great Keeper of the Keys. He has kept these keys for many centuries. Sometimes Hearts come to him and ask him to return the key to them. Then the Guardian looks sternly, frowns, as if he wants to see what awaits this Heart in the future and whether it is worth returning the key. What if the Heart does something unwise again?
In the castle, the Guardian has a large clay vessel in which he stores Love. When the Heart is just born, the Guardian gives it Love in a special small clay vessel and a key (it is needed to open talents, knowledge and love in the heart). The heart must handle it carefully and correctly. But there are always those Hearts that will definitely break all the rules of storing Love! They scatter it, splash it, leaving absolutely nothing for their family and friends. They spend Love on experiences, they begin to love money, things, they love everything, but they just don’t have what they need!
When love ends in their vessel (yes, this can also happen), then they become evil, love no one, and hate everyone! They even change color from green to purple-black!
The Guardian also has a Book of Meetings. This book records which Heart should meet with which Heart and when! The cover of the book is made of sunlight and pure spring water, interspersed with dew, flowers grow on its pages, a rainbow shimmers and a warm breeze blows! Unfortunately, a Heart that has wasted its Love on all sorts of trifles, when it meets a Heart written down for it in the Book of Meetings, cannot give it anything. After all, he doesn’t have even a small drop of love left... The heart cannot live long without love, it suffers, it suffers, it feels that it is missing something...
And then such exhausted, tired, tormented by sadness, melancholy and melancholy hearts close themselves and take the key to the keeper. They become calm, there is no longer pity, no melancholy, no sadness, no sadness, no love. They feel nothing, they have no Emotions, they are neutral and indifferent to everything; cynicism and selfishness, pride and pride become their companions...
But there were also reasonable Hearts, they carefully and with deep respect carried their love, their small clay vessel, carefully distributing it to loved ones, relatives, with those poor and unhappy hearts they also shared their warm love, they gave it to nature and animals. And they definitely had to give the brightest grain of their love to the Guardian as a sign of gratitude and respect for him, for the gift of Love, which is the most priceless in the world!
Sometimes it happened that a Heart came to the Guardian and really asked for a spare key from another Heart, because he couldn’t open it for a long time, and he suffered a lot from it! The Guardian took his Book of Meetings and looked to see if it was the Heart, and if their meeting was written there, then he, of course, helped and gave the key. But before that he could arrange various tests, otherwise it’s too early, he can’t be wrong! If the heart passed these tests (and if the heart loves, then it can cope with any tests and difficulties), then the Guardian gave the key. After all, nothing could soften the guardian’s severity and make him kinder than a loving heart! Many hearts came to ask for those Hearts for whom they were not a mate, and there was no entry in the Great Book of Meetings.
Then the Guardian frowned again, was silent for a long time, he thought... Then he looked closely, he knew and saw that this never ends well... He pointed to the door and, saying that it was not time yet and we had to wait. And they left, these hearts sad and drooping...
But once a year the Guardian is very kind to everyone and gives gifts! To cruel and stupid, devastated hearts, he filled their small vessel with pure love. So that they can love and be loved again, find their heart and give it the love that they could not give before... so that they can again discover knowledge in themselves and find faith and a new path!
Well, the Guardian gave ardent and fiery love to kind, honest and faithful hearts in a vessel of roses, lilies, summer breeze, and sweet strawberries and cherries; it will warm them for many, many years to come!
And all this happens only once a year. Can you guess when? On Valentine's Day.
The Tale of the Angel and the Shadow
Why did someone come up with the idea that darkness and light are incompatible? They are opposites, but that doesn't mean anything. Absolutely nothing.
One day an Angel fell in love with a Shadow.
- How come? - you ask. After all, an angel is a bright heavenly being, and a shadow is just a shadow.
Well yes, she was just a shadow, she was a demonic creature whose heart was saturated with darkness and pain. The angel was beautiful in his virtue, beauty and purity.
And yet he loved her. He loved her black hair, her sad eyes, her black clothes, her sad thoughts, he even loved her black deeds and her sad thoughts about them.
But the Shadow is a shadow, it belonged to evil. She laughed at the Angel, and, laughing, said: “Think for yourself. I am just a shadow and you are an angel. I am darkness and you are light, I am evil and you are good. We're not meant to be together."
But the Angel did not give up. He himself suffered for a long time, thinking about how he could love her, an eternal shadow, whose life passes in eternal darkness.
“But maybe that’s why,” the Angel reflected, “I fell in love with her, for her eternal wanderings and suffering, for her wars and defeats with herself, for her sad eyes and an ever-suffering heart.”
The shadow, like all shadows, was not a fool, and thought that an extra angel as a friend would never hurt. She accepted his gifts, signs of attention, smiled at him, stroked his warm cheek when he whispered to her: “I love you.” The angel was happy because he knew how to be happy.
But soon Shadow got tired of this, and she waved her hand at Angel, saying that it was better for them to part.
The angel cried for a long time, although he knew that it was a sin. He cursed life and fate, even though he knew it was a sin. He suffered.
The shadow again only laughed evilly at him.
But one day a dazzlingly pure and kind thought slipped into the Shadow’s heart, this thought stuck in it like a splinter, it grew and inflated, turning into an obsession, and, finally, the Shadow, driven by this idea, took a fatal step - it did a good deed. Now her body began to cover honesty and kindness. Now a faint radiance of compassion began to emanate from her. The shadow, as best it could, began to cover them up with bad deeds and bad deeds. But it didn't help.
She was noticed. They started checking. Having learned that she had done a bright deed, the dark circles became furious, and when they learned about her connection with the Angel, they simply went berserk.
And they decided to apply the main measure of punishment. Not to destroy, no, they decided to send her to the “Gray” zone, a place where only the deeply guilty were exiled. A place where your true beginning, black or white, cannot manifest itself, tormenting you. Where, if you are a dark creature, your evil will eat only yourself, where, if you are a light creature, no one will need your virtue, and out of hopelessness it will turn into anger and hatred for the whole world. In the “Grey” zone there was no peace for anyone, only suffering and torment.
Black tears dripped from Shadow's black eyes as she listened to the verdict. And when she was asked about her last wish, she suddenly suddenly realized that she wanted to see the Angel. The angel flew in like a bullet, and was not even surprised when Shadow quietly asked if he wanted to go with her to the “Grey” zone. He just smiled sadly and answered just as quietly: "Yes, I'll fly with you."
Everyone gasped, but they could not forbid him anything. Because of their own free will, anyone could get there. Although willing, frankly speaking, was not at all. Only the Angel who followed his Shadow.
So they began to live together in the "Gray" zone. It was hard for them. But the Angel’s love worked wonders, the Shadow’s own evil did not eat her up from the inside, and, in the end, the feeling of gratitude to the Angel, much to her surprise, grew into reciprocal love. She fell in love with someone for the first time, because the feeling of love - a bright feeling - has never been inherent in the shadows.
This is how they lived, and with their strange union they violated all existing laws and rules.
And yet, the original heart of the Shadow, now shrouded in love, was wormy, and this worm was the Evil with which she was born and which she was called to serve.
She cheated on him. She cheated in response to his boundless love, she cheated with some unfortunate demon who was kicked out into the “Gray” zone a long time ago.
And he found out. And he suffered. He was silent for a long time and thought for a long time.
For the first time, Shadow suddenly realized that he was losing him. For the first time, she realized that the worst thing for her was not the “Gray” zone, but the realization that she would never be able to look into his blue eyes again, would never hear his voice again.
For the first time she cried, she cried not because of herself, but because of love for another.
He approached her and wanted to calm her down. No matter what she did, he could not calmly watch her cry. He came up and froze in one place.
The tears were not black and bitter, like all shadows, but transparent and salty. These were pure tears. He realized that he had changed her.
Now she could leave the “Gray” zone, because she was no longer the one who entered here.
He could, he forgave her. She didn't believe it, but he forgave her.
And they flew out of the zone together. Now the Shadow is no longer afraid of the light. Her love and the love of the Angel performed a miracle: she turned into a bright creature, changing her beginning.
And so, they, holding hands, fly together towards the sunshine and warmth, and the breath of the Creator illuminates their path.
And in the “Grey” zone they are still talking about that incident. Legends are made about this, and every time, finishing his story, the narrator asks his listeners: “Why did someone come up with the idea that darkness and light are incompatible?”
Pages of love folklore
He looked at her with longing in his heart. He always knew that his love object was distant and inaccessible. Like a forest nymph, like a sea mermaid or a magical fairy. She lived in the next house. At the same time, it seemed that she lived in another world, because on the one hand she was so close, and on the other hand so far. Always well-groomed, beautiful, graceful, confident. Her gait made people turn around. She was envied, admired and admired. Children and neighboring grandmothers adored her, and every passerby wanted to treat her with something. Of course, he always understood how inaccessible she was. He understood that his bedtime story about love was doomed to be sad.
Her name was Mi, she was three years old, and she was a Persian cat. His name was Mouse, he was almost a yard black cat, he was five years old. Mouse's owners were constantly at work, so he spent his days outside. He ate grass, climbed trees, chased mice in the basement, slept in the sun, marked his territory, chased away strangers. Mi didn't go out often. A whole family looked after her. Grandmother and her granddaughter often accompanied Mi, as if they were a queen. They went out with her, left her on a bench and went to the store or school. And Mi watched them with a contemptuous look, trying to make it clear that she was already tired of their excessive care. She is able to take care of herself. Migracefully stretched out and began to lick her fur. She gently stepped on the green grass, smelled flowers, walked along fences or borders. She was often pestered by cats, but her heart remained free. Mi dreamed that at least one of the cats would make an effort and prove that he was ready to move mountains for her. But they all quickly gave up and stopped fighting for the beauty’s heart after several attempts to approach her.
-Aren't you afraid to be alone? – her friend the red cat Lika once asked Mi.
“It’s better to be alone than with someone who doesn’t want to fight for you.”
- But this way you will become a lonely, self-sufficient cat who will have forty people.
The two cats laughed at the joke and went for a walk around the yard. Mouse heard their conversation and hope appeared in his soul. He suddenly realized that the beautiful and beautiful Mi was free and was even waiting for her prince. And even if Mouse is small and black, even if his owners have a tiny apartment, even if they feed him not delicacies, but porridge and borscht, because he can be the best for Mi.
A tale of love: how Mouse called Mi
The next day, Mouse approached Mi, sniffed her beautiful fur, and only then introduced himself. At first he wanted to immediately declare his serious intentions, but then he became confused and was unable to utter a word. But the cat could not retreat. He simply smiled and looked into Mi’s eyes with loving eyes so that she had to turn away in embarrassment. Mouse tried to silently make her feel that now he would always be there. In the evening, he drove other people's cats away from Mi and told them that this cat was his. The next day he brought for her a mouse caught in the basement. He spent his nights under the balcony of the lady of his heart. At the same time, for several months he said only a couple of words. He couldn't speak when the perfect angel-like cat was around. And he couldn’t help but be there, because this fragile and graceful cat could be harmed by someone else at any moment.
One autumn day, Mouse was sitting near a tree and saw Mi coming out of the entrance. She slowly approached him and kissed him.
"I'm so tired of waiting for you to kiss me." And today I suddenly thought, how long can I wait, I will do it.
- But I’m a barn cat. Your coat is perfect, but mine has fleas. You are beautiful and I am ragged.
“You are skinned because you fought cats who wanted to hurt me. And he got me mice to entertain me.
“Come on, won’t you go home today?” I'll steal you away for a few days and show you the night city.
“I read short fairy tales about love and kept waiting for you to steal me away.” It finally happened. 
So Mouse learned that words often don't mean anything. But actions speak volumes. With his silent persistence, Mouse won the heart of the beautiful Mi. Since then, they always walk together, roam the rooftops, look at the moon and stars, climb trees and balconies, catch butterflies and enjoy the sun.
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