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Her knowledge had developed to a good point, but now it had come to an end. It seemed to her that this story with its uncountable number of remarkable experiences had no end. Aska fell like a hit bird in flight during a stopped movement, and the wolf ran into the forest like a green shadow. This previously unknown feeling of wonder so penetrated the wolf that this forsaken lamb, terrified of death, dragged the wolf along with her as if she were towing him with an unseen rope tethered to an invisible ring fastened on his snout.
There was great joy on the Sloping Meadows. Anrdic was written and it was sung all over the world how Aska, the lamb, prevailed over the gruesome wolf. Death was standing in front of her, an enigmatic but still certain, horrible, incredible fact. Finally, what would the rest of the sheep community say if they heard that her daughter had taken just such a path? Her last movement would only be dance.
The forest echoed, and frightened birds flung down the dry leaves. Her body did not tire any longer now, and her dancing renewed her strength for yet more dancing.
Aska never talked about her encounter with the beast, or about her dance in the forest. Through a deep opening in the boughs they could see Aska performing over the green meadows brave and precise pirouettes followed by the tired, old wolf just a few steps behind.
Aska and the Wolf
But I want to see the wonder, to see this one last movement, and then the next. Aja, a big ewe with thick fleece and round eyes, gave birth to her first lamb, who looked like all newborns, a fist of damp wool starting to bleat. She performed unusual jumps over fallen branches, jumps that made the wolf laugh, want more, and seek an encore. At the edge of the clearing, an unexpected thing happened. Thinking like this, the wolf followed the lamb, stopping when she stopped and moving whenever she speeded up the movements of the dance.
How did a young, white, pretty lamb wander so far astray as to step right into his jaws? Aska was not thinking anything.
With great difficulty, like a dream, the girl took her first step, one she had practiced at the ballet barre that was not even yet a dance. She then repeated the steps, fearing that she might lose Weight Exercise some power and beauty by repeating them. Aja sharply admonished her otherwise well-behaved, intelligent, and beautiful daughter. Her skills had abandoned her, her school could not teach her anything more, but she had to live and, if she wanted to live, she had to perform a dance.
She could make two or three figures as they were u to be performed and she did them with dread.
Aska i vuk
Tricky, old, and perky, he had crept into the field to which wolves do not usually come at that time of year. She slowly awoke, lying in the grass unmoving, more like a superfluous fist of wool than a anfric lamb.
They were small, modest steps for a body destined to die soon, but they were enough to befuddle for a moment the astonished wolf.
Andrjc arose another wonder: The wounded wolf had only enough strength to walk a hundred steps io his wound was still fresh. She had no injuries, but she was lying andricc the forest grass as if dead. That day Aska was very happy and very carefree.
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 aaska enter through this small opening. Aja was full of fear and wondered how this child of hers, and a girl at that, came to be so stubborn and restless. Just as they entered deeper into the forest and climbed a small hill, they saw in front of them a bizarre sight.
Aska was feeling as if there were a hundred lives inside her, and she used all their strength to preserve the one life that she had and that was already past regretting. And the wolf would follow her as quickly as he could, not to miss seeing any part of the dance movement.
She was alive and he was vum himself. This gave the terrified Aska a tiny bit of time, when she thought there was asma left, and the time was so short that it did not seem like time at all. One of them had only an old bludgeon, but a stout one, and the other carried a rifle, if we could even call it that.
He was incredulous if wolves can be said to be capable of doubting as well as suspicious which wolves are quite capable of of a trap: 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.
She knew but one thing: Aska finished the first class of ballet school with the highest marks and was about to begin andricc second class.
Then, when she arrived at one of the fields——she found herself suddenly face to face with an awful wolf. Aja gave Aska firm nadric and strong rebukes, to teach her the many risks of this sort of behavior in a neighborhood like theirs, where always runs some cunning and bloodthirsty wolf, guk kind of wolf that does not fear the shepherds and kills ewes and their young, especially when they splinter off and meander about.
The wolf waited and watched, and he 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. The younger one had tied the back legs of the wolf together and easily dragged his bloody, long body down the hill.
Aska and the Wolf
They passed through dark fields between flocks and corrals. They stopped and were silent. 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. One day, after Aska had passed her classes with only modest success, she stood before her mother and told her that she wanted to go to ballet school.
Nor do we imagine all that we can do.
They came to the edge of the forest and hesitated a bit, wondering in which direction to move.