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๐”„๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ซ. ๐”™๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ถ โ„ญ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ. ๐”œ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ 1200.

Juan took a step forward and gently pushed back the shawl that partially covered the babyโ€™s little face. Its little eyes the colour of cornflowers in bloom gazed straight at Juan. There were so many different emotions visible in them. So much love and understanding, a silent plea, while at the same time gratitude for something he had not yet done. An unearthly warmth enveloped his body and his heart was struck with a new, unknown feeling. He felt happyโ€ฆ He knew now what should be done and no longer had any doubts. The little girl, as if sensing and understanding what he felt, sighed quietly and slowly let her eyelids close. Juan gazed at her like one bewitched, unable to tear himself away from her lovely little features. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € Suddenly they heard what all had been waiting many hours to hear. A quiet whimper coming from the castle bedroom. The count turned around and ran upstairs. Without knocking, he opened the door in a hurry and ran inside just as the midwife was taking their new-born son from his Elena. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € The count brightened even more and looked into the tiny azure eyes that gazed at him with the caution of a grown man. For the second time that evening, the countโ€™s body was overtaken by an unearthly warmth, enveloping him completely, penetrating his soul and heart. The feeling was familiar to him and now he knew precisely what to call itโ€”Love. Yes, it wasโ€ฆan immense love.

โ€˜๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.โ€™

She flounced about the bedroom, like a wild animal shut up in a tight cage. โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ€˜It is insufferable! Why is it so hard for me to be near her? Why? As a mortal she should not have so much influence on me. The physical pain is unbearable.โ€™ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € In no time she was smiling at her own thoughts. She was content with her plan. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, which she had managed not to destroy. What she saw gladdened her fully. Standing for a long time before that mirror, she looked herself over with a smile on her face. A face that changed, becoming grotesquely distorted, taking on the image and likeness of all the demons she knew and was summoning to her aid.

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