With what it has begun
All were avoid woods. There was in it something, that at a sight at majestic trees torn in the sky heart forced to fight often and to bend a back. I was afraid the same as also the others, but for any reason have named me in honour of this wood - Sherou.
My family contrary to new times trusted in old gods. Those to whom we were bow, never left the adherents and gave about what them asked.
All my brothers named in honour of our gods, among them I am an outsider in a circle black. Me always torment a question - why?
In searches of the answer I, shivering with fear, came to a wood. First simply looked from apart, with the hillock. Has got used. I could not find that caused this reckless feeling of a panic.
Now I sit on the ground, rest a back to a young oak. Something it resembled me.
- Sherou.
In the distance someone has said my name. It is a rarity. Recently less wood were afraid of me hardly probable.
- Sherou!
Very strange. For whom could I be necessary? Some moon have died mum back, the father has left in other family, I often left the house, friends at all were not. Who begins to communicate with the guy with name Sherou?
- Sherou?
I have sighed, have unwillingly risen, have directed to villadge.
- Who called me?
In villadge all the pair tens houses, whether will be dared the one who called me, to leave and…
- Is I. Hi, Sherou!
Before me has risen Meraia, she lives in the next house from us. It is considered the most beautiful girl in ours villadge.
- I listen to you.
Meraia has sensitively drawn in lips. I have remained impartial.
- We shall walk?
I was surprised, but have noded, turning on a habit to a wood. She has put a hand to me on a shoulder.
- In a floor if it is possible.
- Certainly. - I have looked to it to face, have reddened. Meraia has smiled.
We silently went along golden ears. I was angry with myself for fieriness. Meraia still smiled, glanced at me.
I have stopped, not looking in her party, have asked:
- What did you want, Meraia?
- Sherou. - she has taken me for a hand, I have very slowly translated a sight at her.
Meraia looked with any entreaty and fear. Now it became terrible to me. I have felt in a throat whom.
- Sherou. - a voice such soft, enveloping, dark eyes seem such warm.
- I love you, Sherou.
- Meraia, that...
She has put a finger to my lips.
- It is not necessary. I simply love you.
Heart was pulled out from a breast, I silently looked in its eyes. I did not know, that it is possible to make. Meraia has corrected for a collar of my shirt. I have slowly uncertainly put a hand to she on a waist and have drawn to myself. The girl has nestled on my breast as a small kitten.
From that day has passed some months. Meraia became my bride. Gods see, so much we put efforts that to she have allowed to get married me. Again my name prevents to do that I want, interferes with my life.
To think so - it is silly. All this a rage and the irritation which has collected for all this time.
The head breaks up, fiercely I rub red eyes.
- You again did not sleep, favourite?
I have cleaned hands on behalf of, again and again peering in deep, bottomless eyes Meraia. She has sat down to me on knees.
- So it is impossible. - she it is offended has frowned.
- Forgive. I shall be corrected.
- I doubt. - she has regretfully sighed.
- Do not doubt of me.
- Well, well, we shall look.
I have covered eyes, it is a little having dozed off. When she beside, all heavy ideas leave somewhere aside.
- Sherou.
I have opened eyes. Meraia smiles.
- How it was slept?
- It is remarkable. - I was pulled. - I long slept?
- Pair hours.
- You know, I wish to reduce you in one very beautiful and quiet place.
- Now?
- Yes.
She has risen, I have risen and have led she from the house. We went silently, but during any moment it has sharply stopped.
- Sherou, we in fact go not to the wood?
I have embraced she, again conducting behind itself.
- Yes, Meraia, to the wood
She has nervously tried to be pulled out.
- You trust me?
She has slowly noded.
- I swear to you - anything bad does not happen.
- You swear? - in a voice the fear and uncertainty were heard. - I very much am afraid, Sherou.
- I beside. There is nothing to be afraid.
Meraia looked all time under legs, I a leather felt, how it shivers. Mighty high as if breaking off the sky, trees waited on usual, habitual to me, places. And from what there was this feeling, unless there could be they somewhere else?
We have approached to my favourite place at a high sprawling oak. Never suspected, that Мэрая such coward, I have taken its hand and have put its palm to a rough bark. It has moved all body, but I held strong.
Whatever expected Meraia, it has not occured. She has opened eyes, she has blinked an instant ago, has looked other sight at a tree. I have released she and have departed on a step aside. Meraia as the child, felt a rigid bark, looked back at me, I approve noded.
- Is a miracle. - she has whispered through long enough time. - and it is completely not terrible!
- I am glad. - I was very happy. - but to us it is time to come back.
- We go. - she has last time lead tips of fingers on a trunk and has hastened for me.
Later she has told everything, that anything terrible and divine in a wood is not present.
To she did not trust at once…
And then I in a wood did not come any more - it was a shame, how many trees and have killed animals, kill and will kill.
