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The Prologue
Butterfly. What's she like? What are her wings. She inspires you. Or maybe you don't see her at all. There are a lot of them in summer. They are so different and beautiful. They flutter and fly.

Chapter 1
It was in the morning. It was hot that day. I went down the porch and out into the yard.
- There are so many of you. It's a miracle!
- We fly like said butterflies.
- I wanted to ask you something.
But then a sparrow chirped and I switched to it.

Chapter 2
So the nightingale began to sing.
"How sweet."
I was absolutely thrilled. And a butterfly landed on the sleeve of my dress. I froze. "The breathing seemed to have stopped. I can't move. But I heard her."

Chapter 3
"Do you think I need wings?"
"We need them,– said the butterfly.
"I'm going to fly just like you."
"You will."
And she flew up. But then other butterflies swooped down. It's like there's been a shift.

Chapter 4
I imagined that my arms were wings. And she started running around the yard. And the butterflies are behind me and in front of me. And then I tripped and fell.

Chapter 5
She badly injured her knee and tore off her arm. "Now there are no wings. It's good without them." The butterflies were in the flowers. A rainbow-colored "carpet" was formed.

Chapter 6
Transparent sky. Blue butterflies. Yellow flowers. And droplets of blood. I put a plantain on my knee. It hurt. And tears fell on the flowers, washing the butterflies with them.

Chapter 7
-Don't cry. Everything will pass," the butterfly told me.
- I calmed down. Nature was with me.
I started making a wreath of yellow flowers. I didn't touch the flowers with the butterflies on them. "Lovely creatures. God-given."
Chapter 8
I went home for lunch. And the butterflies flew everywhere. In the afternoon, you need to rest and get some sleep. "Butterflies were spinning in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes, they were all with me."

Chapter 9
Star butterflies. I fell into their depths in a dream, into their surroundings. They rocked me and I could hear their wings rustling. "How they sang lullabies. Quietly. Quietly. Quiet."

Chapter 10
I asked the butterfly.:
"Where is she going?"
- I'm flying over a river and a forest, over a field and a meadow. I see mosquitoes and beetles, frogs and dragonflies.
- You're traveling, and it's great.
- Are you at home all the time?
- I have limited movements.
"Then I'll give you wings," said the butterfly.
- What about you?
- I'll grow new wings.

Chapter 11
People with disabilities use "wheelchairs". They are limited in their movements. They don't see the butterflies. They need help.

Chapter 12
There will be no butterflies soon. Autumn will come and the cold weather will come. I will always dream of butterflies. They bring inspiration. They bring dreams. They bring love. And I'll tie a red butterfly. I'll hang her over the computer so she's always with me and I don't think about being alone.

Chapter 13
I woke up to a slight rustle outside the window. When I opened my eyes, I saw the last rays of the sun playing on the wall, creating patterns like butterfly wings. "Is that really a sign?"  I thought. The room was quiet, except for the clock ticking, reminding me of the passage of time. I reached for the notebook where I was writing down my thoughts and began to draw a butterfly, just as I had dreamed of it: with iridescent blue and golden wings.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A neighbor, an elderly woman with kind eyes, stood on the threshold.
"Have you seen my cat?" "What is it?" she asked. "She ran off somewhere.
—No,— I said, shaking my head. — But if I see it, I will definitely tell you.
When the neighbor left, I went out into the yard. The air was filled with the scent of a flowering lime tree. And then I noticed a cat — she was sitting under a bush, and butterflies were fluttering around her. They seemed to be talking to her. I cautiously approached, but the cat, noticing me, immediately disappeared into the grass. The butterflies remained, as if they were waiting for something.
"What do you want to tell me?"  I whispered.
One of the butterflies landed on my palm. Her wings were shaking as if from the wind, but everything was completely quiet. And then I realized: they remind me that even the most fragile creatures can be strong.

Chapter 14
The next day, I decided to visit the orphanage, which was located on the outskirts of the city. I often brought books and toys to the children, but this time I took with me a box of paper butterflies that I made at night.
— Look at this!  A little girl with pigtails exclaimed. "They're real!"
The children enthusiastically disassembled the butterflies, painted them and hung them over the beds. And I told them the story of a butterfly who gave her wings to someone who needed them.
— And then what happened?  The boy with glasses asked.
"Then she grew new wings,— I smiled. — Because the good always comes back.
In the evening, returning home, I saw a flock of butterflies circling over the field. They flew towards the sunset, and their wings sparkled like stars. I closed my eyes and felt a light breeze touching my face. "Thank you," I whispered.

Chapter 15
A week has passed. One morning I received a letter. The envelope was signed in an unfamiliar handwriting, and inside was a dried butterfly and a note:
"Sometimes wings are not something that helps you fly, but something that allows you to believe. Thank you for your kindness."
I didn't know who sent this letter, but at that moment I felt warm in my heart. I attached a butterfly to my window, and when the light fell on it, the room was filled with rainbow highlights.
And in the evening I had a dream: I was flying over fields and forests, and there were thousands of butterflies around. They were singing a quiet song, and I understood every word.

The epilogue
Butterflies have remained in my life forever. They reminded me that magic can be found in even the most ordinary things. And also that each of us can give our "wings" to someone, whether it's a kind word, help, or just a smile.
And if one day you see a butterfly, stop for a moment. Perhaps she's carrying a message for you. Ask her, and she'll answer.