She is Louise - стр. 7

I talked to a butterfly recently, but she didn't say anything sensible. Why would I even want to turn into a Butterfly if I was born human? Are there any other butterfly people like me? What about you? Do you have wings too? Why did nature set it up this way? It's not logical at all.

Galya said that in six years you'll take me away from here. Where will we go when I have wings? If I'm not supposed to come to the City of Men, where are we supposed to live? And what's the point of all this anyway? I don't understand.

I hope you and my father remember that your own daughter lives on this planet at all. Write to me as soon as you can.

Louise".

The girl reread these lines several times, but did not correct anything. The letter was like a confession of her own soul – Louise was able to pour out on paper everything that had been languishing inside for so long. Would her mother answer her? The girl really wanted to know the answers to a lot of questions, even though it seemed that she was still six years away from transformation. But, really, why is it even necessary? Man was born a human, and an insect was born an insect. It is perfectly natural. Louise knew very well what balance was. Doesn't all this mean that if she becomes a Butterfly, another butterfly will become a human? But who or what would want that? Does the universe itself engage in such nonsense?

– Did you write it? " Galina asked, sitting at the table and stirring something in the pot. This something smelled rotten, but mixed with the wonderful smell of strawberries. It must be strawberries again.

–Yes, it's ready. Can I send it out?

– Maybe now you want a smartphone? " asked the old lady.

– What? " the girl didn't understand. – What is it?

– All the people in the City use them. It's like a magic window – it transmits messages instantly.

– Oh, come on, it's ridiculous. How do you know about this thing?

– I've been around a lot.

– Okay. So I'm gonna go?

– Well. Let me write the address," Galya took the parchment, folded it four times and wrapped it in a white envelope, on which she wrote: "Chascha, street 15, house 135, apartment 9".

"What an address. I wonder where that is? And why don't they tell me anything? …" Louise thought with annoyance, hiding the envelope in a small wicker bag.

– The mailbox is on the border with the City.

– Will I really be able to go there?

– Yes, go ahead.

– I won't need stamps?

– No. Go on.

– So are you in?

– I don't even know," Edol answered Roxy's question uncertainly. He was a very tall guy, and he always smelled like some kind of cologne.