Fairy

Grandpa, grandpa, tell us a fairy-tale!

“No, children, I won’t tell you a fairy-tale this time. Each time I tell you about dragons, princes and princesses, heroes and fairies, you laugh at me and say there were no fairies. When I was your age, people didn’t believe in fairies either. But there are fairies, they live around us invisible and secretly help the good people. They show themselves very rarely, but when this happens people start speaking of their goodness and then doctors with white aprons imagining they have the right to tell everybody how to fancy the world and how not take them to the madhouse and stuff them with drugs. It had been heard of such one at my time, Don Juan was his name, but that’s another story.

“But I met a fairy. I was very young but my brain had been already burdened with numbers, dry science and the conservative trolls of what was accepted for a right weltanschauung and I didn’t believe in anything that wasn’t strictly proven to me. Up to my twenty-fourth year I hadn’t been with a girl but this didn’t embarrass me at all – for us, who were born in the very end of the century before last the concern of having as high as possible education was at first place as well as of financially ensuring ourselves as well as possible and of love and sex we thought if there was time...

“That summer my sister and me had gone to a vacation high in the mountains. As far as we arrived I met a girl. Against my reasonable arguments she drove an irresistible influence upon me. She was small, with long raven-black hair, big sparkling eyes and swarthy skin. Who’d recognize the fairy in her? Not me, boys, with my dried up of numbers and integrals brain. And fairies have been always described as tall, blond, blue-eyed, with milk-white skin...

“Her name was Yuthina. That’s right, Yuthina, and we she put her little tongue between her teeth to pronounce this th, I felt how something started burning me inside.

“She was everything that I wasn’t. For her the world was sun, water and love. For me it was defined as a triple integral over its volume of the function of what I wanted to estimate.

“In the afternoon we laid down for a nap. My sister fell asleep right away. Yuthina lay next to me. I felt her fast breathing, felt her warmth, and something arose inside me, something I didn’t know up to then. I touched her hand, our fingers plaited. Her eyes burned. Our lips merged. I felt her small sharp breasts over my skin. I stripped her dress. Beneath I saw her body – as is it was sculptured by skillful master. Her breasts revealed her excitement. I caressed her tenderly but just at the moment I bended to lick her belly, the landlord came in.

“ ‘My son,’ said he, ‘I wanna warn you. On the rock over there a fairy lives. She often shows herself to men, sucks their semen out and makes them her slaves for lifetime.’

“I looked at Yuthina. Her face had gained a jaded countenance.

“ ‘Do you believe that a fairy needs love?,’ she asked.

“ ‘Do ghosts need love?’, I asked mockingly and tried to kiss her. But she repelled me. Her face had begun to change. Her eyes lost their sparkle, her hair broke, her breasts drooped. Her image started fading and finally she disappeared at all. Her dress remained and I took it. Since then, already a hundred years, I have been feeling her constantly around me, hearing in my ears her question Does a fairy need love, stretching a hand to touch her, but only air remains in my hand.”