Where are your beautifull pure-white wings, which I loved so much? - asked Man
She looked at him without any sense.
- I`ve given them to one young girl, you said that would like to see her flying....
- and where is your golden-blond hair, which I used to stroke?
She tossed her butch-cutted head and gave him a weak smile
- I`ve cut them and made the moonway in front of your house. You said you always dreamt to see moonlight in the mirror.
Cold automn wind touched her thin shoulders and went away, murmuring something misterious to the bleak trees in the park.
- and...and...can you tell me, where is your bright, grass-green eyes?
She smiled again and turned back on him. a tear, as clear as a crystall, was gliding down her pale cheek.
- I`ve given them to your blind mother. you always wished she could see the sun again…
the sun was rising. cloudy grey sky was coloured with goldish-purple shades. Man came closer
- but...but who are you now? you`re not my Angel now. you don`t look even like a shadow of my Dream.
- ya...- she wispered in a wooden voice. - so you dont need me more.
she took a step towards the edge of the clif.
- and... dont be so upset. I have a present for you. my last present.
He took a little wooden box from her hands. looked at her suspectively
- what is it? and why are you so pale?
she took another step to the edge. listened to the waves` growling. then turned to him.smiled weirdly. took the last step to the edge.
- it`s my heart. the heart and the essence of your Dream. you people dont care about Dreams and when you face them... How cruel and silly you are...so take this and be happy. your Dream couldnt cope with your human petulance.
she waved her hand, closed her eyes and...stepped into the empty air. Man rushed to the edge, clunching little box...
the sea was moving in its eternal way...wind smelled like a race of violets...and pure tinkling sounds of an old forgotten song were slowly perishing in the morning air...