The Wind

- I don't know. You'd better take a look for yourself. How am I to judge? You've spent your whole life with your sister behind her skirt. I'll tell you something, you'll imagine even more. I know you, the writer...

Writer... Yes, I can make up stories. What can I do without it in my line of work? You don't go up to a rich lady and ask for money for pretty eyes and a hot night? No, I have to think of something heartwarming. About the white-boned baby stolen from his parents, about the pirates who seized the ship and sold everyone who sailed on it into slavery, about an evil parent, kicking frivolous heir. There's not much else you can make up, just to make sure that the lady believes that she is not a rogue tramp, but the king's son in exile. And everything would be fine, but over time, these stories began to come up with itself, and without any need. I stuck to Mashka partly because when I saw her, and even more after talking to her, I decided: she's not a hunchback, but an enchanted fair maiden. Too bad I'm not a brave warrior, or I would have certainly cast a spell. She's very warm-hearted, and it's nice to talk to her.

- Well, if you do not want to talk, do not," I agreed. - Can I leave my things in your room?

- Sure! I'll send my sister there, too, so you can arrange everything.

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