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I like wind. Wind is a power. Wind, as well as sky, can be various. Even if there is no wind, it’s not true. He is simply concerned with himself: lie in the grass, whirl around each blade of grass in a small draughts, pull bumblebees by its striped small seats and they answer in angrily buzzing. At that moment he doesn’t pay attention to us – he is busy with bumblebees and flies – he troubles their tiny silly heads and has fun of it. That is why he is out. But when he is bored with it, he starts up. To be more exact, he fly over, because he has never been in one place, but everywhere. He was among grass and leaves of the trees, among ears of wheat, and in the thickets of wild raspberry. Thus, he flies over, swinging ears of wheat, falls down from the tree and lies again, looks round, staggering on the branch and thinking of a new joke. Then he runs to forest through the field, shakes firs, comes back – rumblesgates somewhere in the estate and hides again. He also likes to chase clouds. He knows how to do it and likes it. He can do this very enthusiastically, forgetting about expediency and power. Then tender clouds fly over the trees several times per day, or torn twirl in whirlwind near a pond. And that wind starts to behave like a hooligan, and he is not the simple wind, he is a violent storm. He drones, he walls and roars. And now, not only clouds, but splinters, dusk and branches fly over the ground, raising dusk and raising fear in the peoples’ souls. Fear and horror before the power and strength.Feeling of your own helplessness.Especially when “breeze” runs like a hurricane or typhoon over the small, unprotected houses.
And then again - silence. He is out and only light swinging of some tree gives away hiding place of that playful child. And he is already busy with another business. He is hunting. For whom? Here is a girl walking to the college to attend classes in a summer long light dress. She is walking absorbed in her student matters. Here it is a wind that suddenly spring at her back like a polecat, rolling along the grass, grip that slut by her legs and jump under her dress. But for him it’s not enough. He pulls up the cloth of dress to her head, showing everybody her panties. From the excitement of what he had done, he forgets oneself for a moment , staggersand feasts his eyes ( with his trick, with white panties and slender brown girl’s legs). The girl, red and confused, hurries to pull down dress and escape from the impudent fellow. But something already has come to his mind. He got satisfaction from what he had done and wants more. Wind is rushing for the girl like a snake, trying to repeat his trick and look at the girl’s legs and not only legs. But the girl is ready to the attacks and rebuffs him worthily. But impudent fellow could not calm down. He squeezes himself through her arms, enfolds her thighs, slaps her in the seat and push his hands to some other secret places of this charming slut. This impudence of his doesn’t last for a long time, because girl is in time to reach the door of the college, hide herself in the lodging and make a fool of impudent fellow. But idler has already tasted delight and he is not going to lose his beautiful victim. He runs along the building, touching trees and rustling among brushes, then he peeps into windowpanes and press windows. After some time he calms down a little and lies in waitamong trees before the entrance of the college. He is waiting and probably inventing new tricks that he is going to play with a small girl. He is waiting and dreaming. Here it is the young fox showing her nose out of the door. She is looking around and listening to. Wind is darting off, pouncing to her, but then he stops suddenly, trying not to frighten long tailed. He just freezes and gently strokes trees. The girl, without suspicions of something dangerous, slowlystarts going out to the rug before the building. The wind scarcely twitch at girl’s dress , creating freshness and protecting redheaded from the sun. After calming down, small girl walks away from the building. So the impudent fellow tremble from the excitement. He runs away from the tiny victim, fingering tops of the trees, falls on the grass and freezes. He keeps an eye on the young fox. The day seems to be good and sunny. That’s why young fox in no way doesn’t want to sit in her room. So she is pacing to the small park, where from the precipice it is possible to see forests and field, that stretches far away to the skyline. It is a nice place where you can either study, or dream, or answer letters or make any other silly things. The wind is stealing through to the girl, trying not to make noise. He makes a very light coolness, bending branches on the girl’s way. Well, finally she is in her favourite place, she seats herself cozily, lays out her notes and forgets about them, starring far at remoteness. For a moment the wind freezes, then he looks around, shaking branches of the trees, behind of which he has hidden. After that he runs round the slope, peeping into the nooks, whether nobody can prevent him and hides behind the girl’s back. After a while, he slowly , crawling along the grass, makes his way to the young fox and strokes her tail. She isn’t scared, she is glancing in the remoteness. Then the wind, placing himself behind the small child, starts to caress hair, shoulders, gently running along her dress. But this time he doesn’t become impudent, he is carefully looking at the face of redheaded. In hot days such gently touches are really pleasant. They are making one peace, and at the same time teasing a little bit, or to say more tickling. And the impudent fellow gently strokes girl’s shoulders, lifting up her thick hair, he leans it to the side and starts to kiss the girl’s neck. She purrs from the sudden wave of excitement, clenches her knees with her hands and stoops her head on them, she grows quiet. The idler darts off, falls behind the girl, strongly leans against her and starts to stroke young fox’s breast with a soft breeze. After that he walks along her legs like a wave, and with a bated breath freezes before her panties. Later he starts to stroke her panties with a tender draught, every time becoming excited more and more. So he flows round herlegs with a stream of warm air, thighs and after that he starts to make his way to the belly of his chosen one. After that he again suddenly, darting off, throws himself down the slope, rolls to the bottom and rush out before the tiny girl like a spout. Then, enfolding her back, he starts to caress the cunning thing with his fingers – at times cold, at others warm. He squeezes through the delicate cloth of the panties with a steams, running along tough hair and push his way to the other dark, tender, secretplaces… And the girl is lost in dreams, in sweet dreams about excitement, about happiness. She doesn’t plan anything and doesn’t decide anything, she simply is rushing up to the excitement, every time greater and all-embracing ( as along the lane in the dominoes, that will never end and stretches in all three, or probably four spaces at one time). She doesn’t know what she wants, but she was already in something, that is slowly bearing. She doesn’t need to take anything, and she doesn’t know how to take. So it doesn’t belong to her… that is about the wind. And not only.
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