In a ruined temple, a girl huddles in a corner from the cold. Wrapped up in a rag that has worn out from time to time, she exhales barely warm air from her mouth, closing her eyes and squeezing her toes, she wants to fall asleep as soon as possible, so that the morning comes soon and she can warm herself in the rays of the winter sun.

She has been living in this temple for a long time, and survives mainly on the food that believers leave from time to time. Just as often, passing travelers who stop for the night can share food with her.

When someone comes, she always hides first, and only if people inspire confidence, she can get out and say hello to them. She often invites them to tell fortunes or tell fortunes. She doesn't tell them about the bad things that are about to happen to them, but what is true or false from her words, who knows? The world is the way we want to see it, sometimes a few words that inspire hope are worth more than gold.

Tvk the girl has lived for a year in this place forgotten by the old god. She no longer remembers her former life, it seems she has always been an orphan.

In recent days, no one came to the temple, and from hunger, the body weakened, I wanted to sleep all the time.

If there is a god, let him take me as soon as possible. Although my life was short, but it was very difficult, I do not ask for happiness for myself. only a painless death.

A warm wind hugged her and she fell asleep.

In the morning, when she opened her eyes, she saw that in the middle of the temple a soup of rabbit meat and herbs was being cooked. Looking around, she did not see anyone, the hunger was unbearable and she thought that it would be better to eat someone else's food and be punished by its owner after that than to endure this hunger.

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After eating quickly, she began to wait for the owner of this food to come, but no one came. The fire in the fire sometimes almost died out, but then flared up again after a while when she began to feel hungry, so she could always eat a hot meal.

Falling asleep at night, a warm wind hugged her and a slight smile appeared on the girl's face.

In the morning, opening her eyes, she found a pile of warm clothes, and a pot of fresh food was boiling again.

The girl has already started to eat as if it was a common thing for her, as if she was in the family.

Time passed and winter receded, during which time various travelers or people came to the temple with offerings of food. All of them were simple and kind people. The girl knew that as long as the wind was here, no one would dare to offend her, and he would drive away all travelers with bad intentions.

With the onset of warm days, the wind pulled her clothes. After walking for almost a day, she found herself near a small house. The house was brand new and no one had lived in it. Opening the door she saw several small rooms, furniture, books and tea boiling.

After drinking tea, she stayed here to live.

Time passed, the girl turned into a girl. From time to time travelers knocked on her door, asking her to spend the night here. She never refused, in return they left her food and various jewelry, clothes and other household items.

Young boys and girls admired her beauty and black hair with a hint of green. When they asked her about a boyfriend or husband, and she just pursed her lips and was silent.

When she was sad, she could drink wine, went out into the clearing and whirled, the wind played a melody merrily and whirled with her. When it was cold, the wind warmed her; when it hurt, the wind comforted her. She lived alone, but she was never alone.

One night, sitting on the porch, the wind stroked her head and disappeared. The girl looked at the stars with tears: “He didn’t say a word to me ... Do you think I won’t recognize you and I can live a quiet life? I recognized you right away.”

A year later, the girl died.