My cousin Gwen is the best girl in all of Llurline, and in all of Wales too! No one has such gorgeous hair, and such eyes, green as juniper, and such a glorious face that right in the shower is wet and hot when you look. She recently turned eighteen, and we celebrated a birthday party all over the street. Because everyone wanted to see her, see how her pink cheeks burn — and give her something, and stay with us to admire happy Gwen and catch her smiles.

Gwen is a miracle, and not just because she has a face, a chest and all that. All this is worthless if there is no good soul. Our pastor is telling the truth: “God gave Miss Gwendoline such beauty as a reward for her pure soul.” Anyone ask in our Llurline, and in Kiriadura, and wherever they know her! Gwen had been my best friend all her life, and she stayed too, even though she was already an adult, and we shouldn’t run and squeeze like before. She and I climbed all the Erieri gorges, and she carried me home when the viper bit me, and then read me books, and kissed my nose and eyes.

What can I say! I'll make sure she gets the best guy in all of Wales, or even in the whole of Great Britain! Something I do not see in our village are normal guys: all the gasps are some kind, and stupid, like pigs. Oh, if I could marry her! But you can't: first, I'm only thirteen, and when I get big, Gwen will be old. And secondly, we are her cousins, and God does not order us.

Oh, so I did not see her naked! Just the back, and then a little bit ... And a little chest when she leaned over me, and they rolled out of the cutout, round, soft such ... What a great thing in general - women's breasts, and what Gwen has it! Only an idiot would not squint at the rearing mounds under her dress. Gwen, Gwen, redhead Gwen, when will you marry? Then I may decide to ask you how it was, and you tell me, because we are friends?

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Some kind of weird today. Went through the mountains to Kiriadur - and returned gloomy, like mist over the pass. Or just thoughtful? He does not answer, does not hear ... and does not say anything.

I was offended by her. What if she met a bear? Although our places and lived-in, but everything can be! I will not let her alone in the mountains. Let him wait until I finish school, and he goes along with me. With a girl like her, should be a man, you never know what?

And Pastor Lloyd today again talked about a sign he had seen a week ago. A round celestial body, he says, flew across the sky over Eriri like a bird. To the mora, he says, and even to the war.

I would have laughed at him if I did not know that he does not take a drop in his mouth.

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Something she often in the mountains. And he doesn't want to take me with him, and flatly refuses to say what the matter is, shameless girl! Curious kid called out ... Is it me a kid? Yes, I am one of her left-wingers to any of her! She herself ... burenka such! Puffed out the udder and thinks that adult. And she sings, her eyes are wet, hazy, her muzzle is already glowing ... I haven't seen her like that before.

Well, wait a minute with me!

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These her trips no matter where they got me to the livers. I did not sleep for three nights, I was exhausted like the devil, and all because of her, damn green-eyed! I was angry with her, as when she released all my animals, all my prey, and I got mad and poured a can of ink on her head. She cried then, and I also cried, and begged to forgive me, - and she forgave, and then I washed her head, washed her stunning hair, red with gold.

They are like a golden fleece in a fairy tale about Jason. All girls have hair like hair, ordinary, one-color, - and she has ... Not only are different shades light and dark mixed, like streaks on a tree ... not only are they wavy, airy and long, waterfall, to the very priests, - so they also change color at different times! Then golden, then copper, then brown, like lacquered furniture, then fiery red, like clouds at sunset.

And in the water they darken like mahogany. I remember that I washed her, made foam in heavy braids, and it was gentle and sweet, as if she was kissing me ... And then she let me wash her hair, and I saw that she also liked ...

No, it is impossible! We need to find out where she runs.

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Ufff! I do not even know where to start.

Gwen found our pretty boy, our gentle redhead Gwen! And not some, but ...

God knows who he is. Maybe a stranger, or maybe some kind of forest spirit or an elf! I have never seen such clothes in the city or in the newspapers. The crown is bald, like an old grandfather - but it is clear that he is young. The muzzle is cute, a bit strange, as if it had come down from some picture: dark eyes, a thin nose, like a girl’s, lips, too, and a long face like a quail egg.

My God, how they kissed! Gwen, Gwen, sister Gwen! ... But I will describe everything in order.

When she wrapped herself in a handkerchief and went out, looking back if anyone saw it, I realized that she was going to the mountains again. After waiting for half a minute, I went after her.

I snuck silently like a cat, and she didn't notice me. She walked along a large trail, then turned to Khor Erydrun, and I walked like a shadow so as not to crack a single branch ... Then she went out to the rocks - and dived into a crevice, small, steep, overgrown with heather and poppies. I wanted to stick her there, but I heard voices:

- Hello, Nyir!
- Hello, Gwen! - answered the male voice, thin and nasal, like bagpipes, and I froze. They continued to speak - and I stood and got used to the thought that Gwen has a boyfriend.

At first, I wanted to spit on her, go home and prove to her what kind of friend she had lost; but then curiosity disassembled me, and I decided to look at her chosen one.

Climbing on the rock, I looked into the gorge. It was an excellent observation point: I saw them, clearly, heard every word of them - and they could not see me and could not see, because heather was hiding me.

I have not seen such strange guys like this Nir. He was wearing a sky-blue tight-fitting suit made of some shiny fabric, like silk or satin. His face ... I can not describe what was happening, but something was glowing in him that made me feel cold in the giblets. Not terribly cold, but like in a dream, when you see something that does not happen.

She and Gwen held hands and looked at each other like honey cakes. Gwen told him:

- ... And what, in your edges all shave their heads?
- No, only those who go on a long journey. On board, any excess weight is registered, and therefore travelers get rid of everything they don’t need: from hair, appendix, extra clothes ... And at Zyize people have hair, and they also make them beautiful hairstyles. But our hair is short and not quite as soft as yours. I have never seen such amazing hair ... Can I touch it?
“Touch it,” Gwen said quietly, smiling so that I had a lump in my throat, “and Niir cautiously, as if afraid to get burned, put his hand to her hair.

He touched her, smiled like a baby - and began to gently touch through Gwen's hair, knitted in a knot. The knot was untied, and the hair fell like a heavy waterfall on the shoulders and back; Niir gasped and began tossing them, like shreds of fluff, into the air.

They flashed golden lights in the rays of the sun that broke through the fog - and the air was filled with fluffy sparks. Nyir laughed like a prat and Gwen laughed with him.

She was leaning closer to him ... and it was getting dark in my head, as if I was hanging upside down. In the end, I crawled back, deciding to go home, but still could not restrain myself, climbed back and looked once more into the gorge.

It would be better if I did not look there!

They kissed, hugging each other and swaying like bears. Of course, I saw the couple lick, but Gwen and Nyir licked so that everything inside me froze, and I froze, ...