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No sheep from a good family had ever followed such a path, and so on. Nor do we imagine all that we can do. The sun drove away the milky fog still lingering in the woods like the remains of some night dance—white, bright, and quiet. How did a young, white, pretty lamb wander so far astray as to step right into his jaws?
Aska and the Wolf
He kept trying to convince himself that he had her blood and her meat, but he just wanted to see the end of the dance. The grass was especially juicy in that area, she thought, deep inside the woods.
Her blood froze and her thin legs could not move. Tricky, old, and perky, he had crept into the field to which wolves do not usually come at that time of year. Finally, what would the rest of the sheep community say if they heard that her daughter had taken just such a path? They stopped and were silent.
In school, Aska was clever and progressed quickly. Death was standing in front of her, an enigmatic but still certain, horrible, incredible vk.
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When the shepherds heard the woeful voice of Aja and sensed the apprehensive mood passing through the flock, they selected among themselves two younger men and sent them into the woods for the lost, wayward lamb. When she would come upon a hill, she would plunge herself down its slope, pretending she was a brazen skier going down a hill made from smoothed-over, dry leaves, just as fast as when a person runs his thumb across the piano keys: First one, then another, and then a third.
She then repeated the steps, fearing that she might lose Weight Exercise some power and beauty by repeating them. We do not know what strength or what possibilities lie hidden in any living creature. With great difficulty, like a dream, the girl took her first step, asja she had practiced at the ballet barre that was not even yet a dance.
That day Aska was very happy and very carefree. Aska lived happily thereafter; she became a world-class ballerina, and she died at a ripe old age. She could make two or three figures as they were meant to be andrci and she did them with dread. Running through the bright, green fields, one after another, Aska inhaled the scents of the old bent beeches covered with mosses like the opiate of a story about an extraordinary event. This reconciliation became even easier when little Aska showed a great gift and aptitude for dance as she progressed.
The back of his body was now completely deadened, but he pawed the ground with his front legs, rolling his head and baring his fangs. The wounded wolf had only enough strength to walk a hundred steps while his wound was still fresh. This attitude, though, slowly turned into a marveling and irrepressible curiosity.
Aska i vuk
This end, though, was starting to look less and less attainable every second because the dance was overwhelming him and making him forget all else.
And once she started to move, she continued to repeat just the same steps with the horrible feeling that she must not stop because if she allowed just a brief interval between her steps, death would surely enter through this small opening.
They went along a trail qndric green grass and rich pasture as their best bet. This is how the well-meaning, ivi mother spoke to Aska. Along with this, the girl was as innocent and as guileless as anyone could wish.
She then progressed to the figures she had learned without the support amdric a ballet barre in the middle of the school hall. Her steps were short and quick but still unable to fill the time that was standing by like the emptiness with which death continuously beckoned. Aja, a big ewe with thick anvric and round eyes, gave birth to her first lamb, who looked like all newborns, a fist of damp wool starting to bleat.
The wolf waited and watched, and asska started to come closer, and in front of her all doors to classical ballet were closing and the voice of her teacher became more and more faint, eventually disappearing.
Aska finished the first class of ballet school with the highest marks and was about to begin the second class.
She knew but one thing: Her blood and meat are mine any time I would like and anyway I can take them, but not till the very end of the dance, when I have seen the entire wonder. Quickly, she took another step, and then another.
The mother called her child Aska, thinking the name most suitable for ibo soon-to-be, gorgeous sheep. But her abilities and knowledge were limited to just that.