Арья Макгрейн - Безногие феи
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The metropolitan doctor in the village of Wild: one, unfamiliar, nobody. He looks blindly - after all, the night of the face, - and sees the flickering of candles. Walking with difficulty, goes tired, knocking on a closed door. Behind her is a young mother, pressing her sons to her chest.
“You, right, doctor,” we sobs quietly, “we are waiting for you that day, but everything is clear: in the village of Wild, you are to visit you, of course, laziness ... Do you want tea?” I am alone now ... my own daughter is sick ...
The metropolitan doctor nods in an instant:
- I'll try to help her.

The patient is sleeping in the cradle clean, and there are no candles in the room. And the doctor hears deaf wheeled, touching her shoulders. The girl immediately opened her eyes and looks, and he is silent. In the doorway, one of her mother froze:
- She sleeps better with me.

The metropolitan doctor knows how to see and feels if death sneaks quietly old woman, wanting to be in time before him. The metropolitan doctor is familiar with her personally, nods, they say: "Well, hello." The old woman bows comically and pulls the grin in response.

He would be glad not to give the girl, but death interrupts the dispute:
- Enough, dock, remove the hands, he is stupid - our conversation. She is mine - I have been going to her at midnight for three weeks. Oh, you would know how tired I am ... I will take her. Now.

The baby is crying. Death pulls his hands.

- Spit, you burn ... She is given to me on bail, my mother will not forgive her. . let’s better quietly fall asleep with a smile ...
“Do you want to kill her?”
- To call a murder is a mistake. Better she ... sleep.

The metropolitan dock is gaining morphine - three cubes - and the needle sticks the girl directly into the skin. He’s not all on the inside, but what to do: he will fall asleep with a smile, and the crying will switch to "no" ...

Is it murder or error? Who would give him the answer ...

The patient silently opened her eyes, touched his hand:
- Probably, doctor, you saved me ... Breathing a little easier sometimes.
The metropolitan doctor swallows tears:
“You're better, baby, sleep.” You will dream of blue roses ...
- And the fairies?
- ... and fairies. Sleep.

- You better tell me a fairy tale about the fairy completely without legs ...
And the doctor suddenly shows affection, puts her hand on her side. He recalls this fairy tale: his mother said to him that fairies hate summer without legs, do not know how to sleep at all. She also said that fairies do not like living children, and if such a fairy comes, then do not count death ...

- They will take you to the world far, dear they are kind. They are completely lonely without you, they collect flowers, sprinkle transparent wings with pollen, know how to walk without legs ...
- And the fairy tale will once be in their own?
- Certainly. The deadline will come.

The girl wheezes, smiling famously, and the doctor loses the trace of her lonely, wild ... Little people have a lot of troubles.
“I am taken away by legless fairies?” - whispers quietly in a dream.
“Of course, fairies,” the metropolitan doctor is barely distinguishable in the darkness. He sees: thousands of dead souls rush to her from under the threshold. They know how to treat a little, but to treat the dead - that nonsense.

Is the baby breathing? No longer breathes. The wing on her cheek ... and if the dead can hear:
- I did not lie to you.

Mother sobs. And this girl will dream of more than once. And in the morning the summer will come again, and in the morning the honey saved, and in the morning the doctor will wake up abruptly, breathing in the light half.

Feelous fairies came to him.

Will anyone answer, why?