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Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo. Lilith falls asleep on the train. She dreams that she is a butterfly meeting another butterfly. Hiding from the whirlwind, butterflies fall into a funnel under a tombstone with two names
And Lilith had a dream.
She dreamed that she was floating in the air. Loli could not figure out who she had turned into this time? Finally, flying past a beautiful lake, she sank a little and flew over the water surface, almost touching the water with her wings. And then she saw her reflection in the water. Surprisingly, in a dream, Lilith was a butterfly.
Probably, the woman had not yet completely fallen asleep, because she understood that the life of a butterfly is not her life. Memories that in fact she, a man, a woman, did not allow the butterfly to gain height. The weight of memories pulled the butterfly to the ground until she saw that she was not alone. A butterfly of incredible beauty flew towards her.
A beautiful male butterfly circled over the one that now contained the memory of Lilith, and, softly flapping its beautiful wings, flew to a clearing where beautiful and fragrant flowers grew all year round.
Beautiful butterflies did not have names, so for now I will call them: the first butterfly, that is, the one in which Lilith’s soul was now, and the second butterfly, we are talking about the butterfly, the beauty of which took the breath away from the first butterfly.
The second butterfly flew faster than the first, probably no memory weighed down on its beautiful wings, but after flying quite far, the second butterfly paused, fluttering over some beautiful flower, and waited for the number one butterfly, which flew incredibly slowly.
However, the further the number one butterfly flew, the faster its wings moved. She only cared about one thing, she wanted the beautiful number two butterfly to always be with her. Not more than an hour passed and there was no trace of the memories of butterfly number one. Butterflies fluttered, now moving away from each other, then approaching in flight.
Time moved towards noon. It was getting hot. Butterfly number two decided to set the direction. She flew to the place where at noon you can wait out the heat. A grove of hundred-year-old trees stood in the very depths of the forest. Trees intertwined branches. The canopy of branches and leaves was a protection from the heat, but did not create dusk.
Probably, the second butterfly rested more than once under centuries-old branches, and therefore confidently flew in the direction of the very heart of the forest thicket, but suddenly thunder struck and the wind rose.
The wind was picking up strength every minute. Butterflies began to blow away in a whirlwind. Everything around went dark. Butterfly number one is alarmed! Memories began to crowd, taking away her sense of serenity. The whirlwind picked up butterfly number two and began to carry it farther and farther, and butterfly number one was exhausted, trying to catch up with the beautiful butterfly.
At some point, she pleaded, asking the flower goddess not to separate her from butterfly number two. The goddess probably heard her prayer, because in the next moment the wind picked up the fragile body of butterfly number one and threw it into the very middle of the whirlwind.
The first and second butterflies were together, but the flower goddess apparently laughed at the butterflies in love. Whirlwind brought butterflies to the cemetery. He broke trees and drove leaves around.
Suddenly it got even darker! It started to rain heavily with hail. The hail hit painfully on the wings. One hailstone almost broke the wing of butterfly number two. Screaming, butterfly number one tried to cover her beloved with herself.
And again she prayed to the flower goddess, forgetting about her deceit. And again the flower goddess responded. The butterfly asked the goddess to give shelter in order to wait out the bad weather, but what happened next could not be dreamed of by the butterfly even in the worst dream.
Thunder roared, lightning flashed. One of the tombstones swayed. Whirlwind lifted the tombstone and tossed it aside. The wind did the trick. A funnel has formed. The wind began to draw small, beautiful butterflies into this funnel, desperately fighting for the life of each other.
Losing consciousness, butterfly number one glanced over and read on the tombstone the names of those who were once buried here. Their names were Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo.
The laughter of the flower goddess filled the entire space around, and then subsided and turned into a gentle melody.
To this melody, Lilith woke up. It was early morning. The pleated curtains were already open, and a beautiful song was playing on the radio. The girl sang. Her voice was so high and beautiful that I wanted to listen to her and listen.
And I also wanted to cry. What Lilith did. The woman lay and cried, again not understanding who she was and where she was. It was hard for her in the confined space of the train, hard under the heavy, hot blanket. Finally, when the tears turned into sobs, someone touched her leg.
A middle-aged Chinese man, whom Lali did not let sleep at night, showed something with signs to Lilith. He accompanied the signs with guttural words. Lilith did not understand the words, but she understood the signs. Probably, the man felt sorry for Lali. He was saying something, pointing to his throat. He probably told Lilith about how she choked and screamed in her sleep at night.
Lilith lay in bed until the sunbeams illuminated the carriage. The transition from butterfly to womandidn't happen slowly. Leti's memory always slipped the woman those moments when she was absolutely happy and free.
And also, she, memory, reminded that a butterfly cannot take off until it receives a charge from the sun's rays. Until the sun comes out, butterflies doze, sitting on a flower or on a leaf of a tree.
After washing and changing clothes, Lali again sat down on a side chair. She looked out the window, but saw nothing. The surrounding landscape did not interest her. The train went slowly, and suddenly it seemed to Lali that the group of trees, which she saw in the green growth floating past her, reminded her of something.
Lilith tensed. She tried to remember the dream she had seen today, but the events of the dream were fading away at a terrifying rate. Only sensations remained from the dream.
Feelings of happiness, freedom and love!
The feeling of flying!
Lilith was afraid of heights, sometimes, looking at the birds that dive into the air currents and soar freely above the ground, she admired their flight, but she never wanted to fly like a bird herself.
But Lal liked the flight of butterflies!
Moreover, Lilith herself liked being a butterfly in her dream. I liked flying low above the ground, fluttering in the sun, among the flowers, grass and sky! I liked to eat nectar, and to know that the moment would come when the beloved, attracted by her smell, the smell of a butterfly, would soon fly in and persistently woo her, seeking her love.
Lilith even smelled the pheromones she gave off when she was a butterfly! This smell was created by nature so that the male could find the butterfly that excites him by the smell of pheromones. This scent was one of a kind, and meant only for him! He, her beloved...
Lilith suddenly felt excited, and smiled mirthlessly to herself. This was still not enough, to experience excitement, and where, on a train full of strangers! On a train taking her to a strange city! Raising her head sharply, she saw a multitude of male eyes, which were attentively looking at her from the carriage compartments.
Lali cringed. It seemed that the smell of pheromones was still exuding from her body. The young man smiled sheepishly at Lilith. He thought that Lilith was looking at him, and Lali simply looked into space, and thought her sad thought. The strange transformations that happened to her affected not only the soul, but also the body. To distract herself, Lilith took out her headphones to listen to the songs her lover sang. However, today the music did not calm her down, but rather excited her. It was no good! My God, yes Lilith, would give a lot for the smell of her pheromones to reach the one she loved so much! He, her precious Andy...
By the way, about love… Grasping the remnants of sleep, Lali frowned.
Something was wrong!
Lal was firmly convinced that she had behaved incorrectly in her sleep. In fact, these are male butterflies flying after females and seeking their love, and in a dream Lali followed the male butterfly.
Lilith hoped that the transformation into a butterfly would be the last transformation. Whom only she was not in dreams! She was the wife of the builder of the ancient Chinese wall, she was a white snake, a fairy weaver! And everywhere, in all transformations, her beloved was with her!
However, love is love, but only half an hour remained before the train arrived at Shanhaiguan Station, and the events of the dream soon ceased to excite Lilith. Together with the other two tourists, she found a guide. The conductor exchanged plastic cards back for tickets.Рукопись полностью по этой ссылке http://proza.ru/2022/03/22/197