I tried to be more of a man than a fox. I thought that if I was in front of people more often, they would be able to treat me more kindly. I was only partly right. Some indeed softened their hearts, but others burned even more with a strange, unsubstantiated hatred. Perhaps I could understand them if I were in their place.<\/p>\n
While transforming, I tried to stay away from the house. Not only so that I wouldn't be noticed at that very moment of transformation, but also so that I wouldn't be shot out of fear. The larger my human body became, the more menacing my animal form looked.<\/p>\n
For it seems to me that there is a law in nature: nothing disappears without a trace, and nothing comes into being. A horse feeds on grass and hay, and fruit trees get their strength from its dung. A baby, growing in its mother's womb, feeds on the juices of her body - but often even this is not enough for it, and in exchange for its birth it takes the life of the one who gave birth. An ordinary fox is small, and in order to become one, what must happen? Unless pieces of my flesh fell off completely, and the excess blood mixed with the earth - and then how would I return them back later? A red beast the size of a large wolf could frighten anyone, so I tried not to catch their eye.<\/p>\n
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Her name was Gwennedagwenne\u00f0\u1ecd<\/b>, from Prabetan *windiya<\/i>, from *windos <\/i>"white". Wed modern Botian name Gwynedd, duat Gwenez.<\/span><\/i>and when I saw her for the first time, my heart turned to stone. As if spellbound, I watched as she combed her hair, sitting on the river bank. Her black braids burned with crimson fire in the rays of the setting sun, and my breath settled in this brilliance forever. When she turned around, I was speechless - her eyes reflected the blue of the sky.<\/p>\n She knew who I was, but she was not afraid to speak to me first. That day we sat on the rough sand until the very night. I don\u2019t have any memories of what we talked about - I only remember her ringing laugh and the warm spring wind.<\/p>\n Since then we have met many times. She didn't hate me or hate me, as if I was a person like everyone else. But she showed no pity or sympathy either, and because of that, I was finally able to feel like I belonged.<\/p>\n The day came when I made up my mind. I don\u2019t remember ever experiencing such horror and trembling in the knees before that time. I offered her my love. She, bowing her head, first burst into tears - and then quietly laughed through her tears.<\/p>\n "Oh, woe to me," she whispered in a barely audible voice. \u201cI love you with all my heart, but I can\u2019t be with you yet!\u201d<\/p>\n It's like I'm deaf. She had to repeat it two more times before I finally got it.<\/p>\n She loved another.<\/p>\n Then I laughed too, realizing how the Gods played an evil trick on me and on all my family. When I finally fell in love with a virgin, I received what other virgins had previously received from me and from other men of my tribe.<\/p>\n But then she took my hand and looked firmly into my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cYears will pass, and they will start asking me to marry,\u201d she said. - Will you wait for me?<\/p>\n There is not much left, my heart. Gwannada! I'm waiting.<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"parent":1097,"menu_order":1,"template":"","yoast_head":"\n