The clouds had dropped very low to the Earth. A girl in a white shawl walked barefoot on the bright green grass, which tickled her feet pleasantly. In her hands she held a basket. After a moment Elizabeth stopped at a small hut that looked more like the den of some forest animal. It was tiny, and it was covered with moss on all sides.
After waiting a few seconds, Elizabeth drew in more air and knocked timidly on the door. She was afraid the bark might fall off the walls. An old woman in her seventies opened the door. She was dressed in a brown dress, over which she wore an apron covered with soil. There was a strong smell of fertilizer mixed with forest herbs and mysterious potions.
– Are you sure, Elizabeth?" asked the old woman who was the forest witch.
– Yes. Edward and I will take her away as soon as she is eighteen and has wings. She won't be able to live in a big city with modern teenagers. It won't be easy for the poor girl.
– It's your choice. I think I'll teach the girl everything I know. Some things will come in handy in the big world.
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Thank you, Galya.
The old woman looked at the baby's face, lying in the basket among the snow-white cotton sheets. Louise smiled cheerfully.
The kitchen smelled of freshly baked scones, but Louise hasn't woken up yet. She was barely twelve, but every night she dreamed that one day she would finally have wings and become a real butterfly. And Butterflies, as you know, can do the most incredible things: for example, even the youngest girl can turn an ordinary tree into a steppe cat.
Of course, Louise dreamed not only of magical abilities – more than anything else she wanted to see her parents and go to live in a big city, with ordinary people. Galya is very kind and caring, but a teenage girl really needs communication with her peers.
Louise opened her eyes, got out of bed and pulled back the curtains – the summer sun peeked into her bedroom. She went to the Forest School, which was attended by the children of the villagers who lived nearby. Now the long-awaited vacation was coming, which Louise was glad about. She did not like to communicate with her classmates, mainly because most of them avoided the girl, calling her strange. No one thought Galya was a witch or a fortune-teller – to be honest, she didn't know many people in the neighborhood at all. But Louise was often annoyed: her parents, of course, never appeared in the school, which caused bewilderment on the part of the few teachers, and rumors, as you know, disperse very quickly. But now it would be good to think of other things – sunshine, fragrant flowers and, of course, little butterflies.
Louise left her small room and went to the kitchen, where Galya was already spreading jam from marsh berries, which tasted very peculiar, on tortillas. Louise had long since gotten used to the unusual food – the old woman often made porridge from lingonberries and bits of earth, soup from wheat and mango, and stew from tree bark with a dash of hot pepper. The girl did not complain, for she had never tasted any other food. She had never heard of hamburgers with coke and fries being sold anywhere.