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April witchcraft. The story of Ray Bradbury

Translator: Lev Zhdanov

The April Witch

1952

Highly, high, above the mountains, below the stars, above the river, above the pond, Cechai flew over the road. Invisible, like young spring winds, fresh, like clover breathing in twilight meadows ...

She soared in the throats, soft, like a white ermine, rested in trees and lived in flowers, flying away with petals from the lightest blowing

She sat in a cool, like mint, with a lemon-green frog next to a shiny puddle.

She fled to the cosmatian dog and barking loudly to hear an echo rushed between the barns in the distance.

She lived in a delicate April grass, in clean, like a tear, moisture, which evaporated from the soil smelling muscles.

She instilled in the fraudulent grasshoppers on the spotlight of the highway, bathed in a drop of dew on the iron fence.

On this unique evening, she turned exactly seventeen years old, and her soul, permanently transforming, flew, invisible, on the winds of Illinois.

“Spring ...” thought Cechey. “Tonight I will visit everything that lives in the world.”

“I want to fall in love,” she said.