Even if now, for me, he was not the joker and joker who made fun and jokes with me, but a serious, simple, and loving man, for whom I could not help feeling sympathy and respect.
Even that good feeling around me, it made me feel at ease, comfortable, and at the same time I experienced an involuntary tension when talking to him, and I dreaded his every word.
I had an enormous desire to deserve his love for myself, the love I had already gotten just by being my father's daughter, in which some time after Sonia went to sleep, I was in the kitchen, when Astrid came to join me. us other than complaining about my depression, all of that, about which I said nothing.
- He did not clarify many things, not telling the truth. - In what he said when smiling, in which he was shaking his head at me, with an air of reproach.
- Let's do a duet, come sing next to me. - She said.
Even if she was going to practice singing in the middle of the celebrations and ceremonies at the end of August, at the entrance to the winter festival.
Since this is very boring, but it will pass.
At the moment, in fact, it seemed to me not only that my melancholy was going to pass, but that it had already passed, and even that it never existed.
- You must learn how to deal with pain, after all, you are one of the chosen priestesses of the temple, witches are always the most converted by Um-Mu society. - He said.
- Of course, I inherited my parents' powers. - She said.
- Fight against adversity, knowing that even if you are sad, with training. - He said.
- I know you have potential. - He said. – So, you will see the oldest ones, you will be able to visit them whenever you can, so, even during adversities, you will be able to be happy, do not forget, that there is happiness beyond the people around you. - He said.
– Because you are a priestess of the temple, follow the correct path, I know that you will not participate in the crooked path. - He said.
- Thank you for your opinion. - She said. – Your advice is always welcome. - I said.
- Even if you don't want to, there's something that makes you look like your father, at least in the prime of youth, he didn't want to make mistakes, he didn't take a wrong path, always with his head held high, at least until he made the wrong decision, the Miss, you are very like him, but you can change paths, as long as you don't follow the path he took in leading to the final destination. - He said.
- I knows. - She said. – There are all those who make mistakes. - She said. – I won't make those same mistakes.
- Yes, it's our choices that make us different. - He said.
I always squinted, even if suddenly, when he turned his head, even if behind his face, at first glance cheerful, that unique and peculiar look, even if at first, of course, but then increasingly attentive and a little sad.
" The witch must not and cannot be bored," he said. — The witch has music, she understands, the Kindles, the study, the witch has a whole life ahead of her, for which she can only prepare now, so she won't regret it later. A year from now, it will be too late.
He spoke to me like a father or an uncle, and I felt that he was constantly striving to put himself on my level. It offended me that he considered me inferior, but it was nice that he felt it necessary to act differently just for my sake.
For the rest of the evening, he talked with Astrid about business.
" Well, the Gods of the Dragon Pantheon, dear friends," he said, rising to his feet, coming over to me and taking my hand.
" When will we see each other again?" asked Astrid.
- In winter when festival preparations began. – He said, when he answered, not letting go of my hand. — Now I will go to the Stadt der Schattenerinnerungen, being another county in the city of Goethe Von Wolfgang ours, that I will soon see how things are going, I will do what I can, I will go to Moscow to take care of personal matters and in the summer we will see each other more times.
- Say, how long will you not come? - She exclaimed with terrible sadness.
Even though, in fact, I already looked forward to seeing him every day and suddenly I felt so unhappy and scared that my melancholy returned again. My look and my tone of voice certainly expressed that.
- I won't come for a while, it's going to be like this for now, I have business in the city, so keep yourself busy, don't be melancholic. - He said, in a tone that was too cold and simple, or so it seemed to me.
- When winter comes, I'll come and do a test with the witch. he added, as he was letting go of my hand, not looking at me.
We walked towards the entrance, between the living room, where we were saying goodbye, he hurriedly put on his fur coat and, once again, took me with his eyes.
- What is it in vain that he tries. – When he thought, what is it anyway?
What do I find so pleasing as soon as you look at me? He's a good man, exceptionally good, but that's all.
However, that night, Astrid, and I slept a long time, and we talked, not about him, but about how we would spend the next summer, where and how we would spend the winter.
With that terribly horrible one, but for what?
Even so, he no longer presented himself to me.
As it all seemed to me, it was remarkably simple and noticeably clear that one had to live to be happy, and the future was full of happiness.
What happened from one hour to another, our old and gloomy house in Lodbrok was filled with life and light.
In the meantime, summer came, and winter soon followed, even so, the loneliness and melancholy of before passed and gave way to a wintery and dreamy melancholy, made of incomprehensible hopes and desires.
Which was strange, given the classes and training, which, however, I did not live as at the beginning of the summer, I occupied myself with Sonia, with music, with reading, I often walked in the garden and spent a lot of time alone. through the alleys or sitting on a bench, and just practicing with the spells that the old ladies came with in the afternoon classes.
Being that around them, in which he knows what he was thinking, what he wanted or expected.
Many times, especially when there was moonlight, I would stay the whole night, until morning, at my bedroom window, in the middle of training, in which sometimes I would go out into the garden only in my blouse, hiding from Astrid, and run over the dew all the way to the lake, and once I went as far as the field and, alone, at night, I walked around the whole garden, watching the winter fairies, between the purchases and the harvest of sheep production for the wool of the trees. societies that came to show up and join for the future festival.
Now, I find it difficult to remember and understand the dreams that once filled my imagination, and I learn to decipher them, even when I remember, I find it hard to believe that those were actually my dreams, the predictions came to such an extent that they were strange and far from reality. life.