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fallow deer on a glade flew, loudly buzzing as an angry bee, a strange being, with huge, in a floor of human growth, transparent wings behind the back.
    At first it was impossible to sort what the being is, so promptly it flew. But when it stopped, at last, the flight, it was possible to consider it as it was presented to the surprised look of volkolak.
    By sight it was the slender young girl of years 18-20, average height, with long, falling the cascade honor to a belt with the golden, glowing even in total darkness hair, slightly pinkish, gentle as at the child skin, big bright blue, colors of the mountain lake, eyes. As clothes to it served the short silk celestial-blue tunic intercepted by a belt on thin a waist aspen. On a silver buckle of her belt two capital letters of "software" which crowned three tiny gold crowns bound between themselves roses were engraved by a fancy ligature. On her head the silver hoop with a blue stone in the center flaunted. She held the nacreous stick shining from within with the same stone at top in hand. Yes, and still - on a neck at it the medallion in the form of a three-headed blue dragon hung on a silver chain, and thin tiny legs are put in soft sandals.
    The beautiful winged girl waved a stick and two long beams of celestial-blue color departed towards forest monsters. Dazzling flash, a deafening roar - and already two running live torch captured by a flame unusual blue, colors, ran away deep into the woods. But, having taken only couple of tens of steps, fell and broke off forever.
    Meanwhile the girl in due time noticed a new source of danger because the leader of the burned-down monsters was already going to jump on it directly from the most top branch of a tree. One more wave the magic "lattice" weaved from celestial-blue beams to which the hairy creature fell from everything to scope arose a stick - and already over a pretty head of the girl as if, having broken itself all bones. The blood-stained and still convulsively twitching hulk slowly rolled down "lattice" on the earth as soon as the winged girl inclined a stick. One more wave a hand - and the throat of a creature was cut with the sparkling beam not worse than an edge of the sharpest razor. The creature convulsively moved, began to wheeze and calmed down, zakhlebnuvshis streams of black blood. And in a moment from all three corpses some black fetid smoke suddenly went, it was distributed abstruse sad howl. But once the girl blew on a sensitive magic stone of the stick - and the poisonous smoke carried away goodness knows where from the appeared breeze, and on the place of the lying corpses there were only stinking dark bald spots.
    But they did not interest the girl any more. Having coped with monsters, she right there ran up to the young man lying dead and its fine face was distorted by a suffering grimace. The face and his hair were wet from blood, the clothes are torn, skin all in bruises and grazes, and the right hand and a leg were bent for a back unnaturally.
    - He died! This unfortunate young man died! I was late! - the winged girl exclaimed and in despair closed the fine face palms. - Oh, the Creator, I came too late! I am an utterly worthless fairy!
    Tears, leaving damp paths on pink peach cheeks, a hail poured down from her eyes. She rushed to the young man, the fast movements broke off the remains of a jacket and shirt on his breast. Having bared it, she dropped an ear to the place where heart settles down, and began to listen attentively attentively. There came the intense silence.
    Several seconds a look at the girl remained disturbing. But here, at last, the smile lit up her lips, eyes began to shine for pleasure, and she whispered:
    - He breathes, oh, the Creator, he breathes, he is living! - and, having risen, joyfully clapped the hands, exactly as the little girl to whom presented hotly desirable gift on birthday. - He is living, and I will surely cure him, I swear! - and the winged girl even jumped up from