“Girl, are these sausages fresh?” - Irishka poked her finger into the window and thought that she didn't want sausages. At the moment, she didn't want anything at all.

“All our goods are fresh,” a tired, forty-year-old girl watched with displeasure as the customer thoughtfully ran her thin, manicured finger over the window glass.

- A dozen please.

- Uh ...

- Make nine hundred grams, - I immediately remembered that my husband also did not understand and did not like her manner of constantly inserting archaisms into colloquial speech. 'Not a quarter, but fifteen, not rags, but a rag,' Leshka hissed. He always swore in a low voice and spoke nasty things very quietly too, and she answered noisily, and it seemed to everyone that Irishka had a bad temper, and she tyrannized her husband.

Having taken the sausages, she went first to the dairy department, and then meticulously chose fruits, she really wanted ruddy, red-sided apples, but Lyoshka loved green ones, and with a sigh, she took the seven.

Having paid, Irishka picked up the heavy packages and went home. She dragged her bags and dreamed that her husband would suddenly have some unscheduled hack, and he would linger and would not gundele at her, and would not hiss her name. 'Irisshsh, stop it!' - he pulled 'I' and hissed 'Sh' so hard that, in general, an affectionate address turned into a curse.

“How tired I am of all this,” Ira looked around. -- That's all! I don’t have any strength at all, thinking that family life had completely gone wrong, I reached the pedestrian crossing and, in order to get rid of bitter thoughts, began to recall a recent dream.

“I missed you,” she heard softly, and immediately someone’s hands, pulling a heavy silk fabric from the girl’s shoulders, began to slowly slide, as if drawing something with thin fingers on bare skin. His back, which had become terribly sensitive, was burned by a kiss, another and another.

Irishka tried to look around, but as often happens in a dream, the whole picture did not add up. The glance snatched out, then a twisted bedpost, then the edge of a canopy woven with unprecedented flowers and picked up by heavy golden tassels, then a powerful figure of a black-haired man leaning towards her, then a red braid of another, slithering like a snake across his chest, then ...

“My sweet girl,” he breathed lightly into her lips, circled their outline with his thumb, forcing them to open slightly, and finally kissed her, drawing her to him. Hot demanding kisses of one and weightless, like the touch of the wings of a moth, the other harmoniously complemented each other. It seemed that surrendering to their caresses was the most natural and correct.

- Bored, wow, - she snorted and slowly stepped onto the zebra, waiting for the green light to light up.

She managed to take a few steps before she heard the roar of the engine and felt a strong blow. The pain did not come immediately, sharp, short and somehow angry. Irishka still had time to see how the apples rolled along the road and was surprised that their sides turned red ...

***

Quiet Brigid's boarding house was the oldest in Leoria. The walls of the monastery, built of powerful boulders many years ago, are strong, its towers are high, their peaks wanting to reach the clouds, but they could not save their main treasure - the girls of the boarding school. With autumn rains, cold and piercing wind, black fever came to the monastery. She crept into dark corridors and cramped cells, climbed into spacious halls and guardhouses, lay down in classrooms and cellars. But the worst thing is that along with the fever, the Black Lady Death herself appeared.

The dark sisters began to collect a terrible sacrifice, and then the Most Serene Iliad, the wisest of the mentors of the monastery, decided to appeal to the ancient gods. With her magic and blood power, she performed an almost forgotten rite and forced the fever to recede. But the price for this was the infusion of a soul from another world into the body of one of her pupils.

Why did the Far One need it, who knows? Did a higher plan or the games of bored gods bring alien souls into this world? The fates of those who came developed differently, someone left a sparkling spark in the memory of the people, and the life of others went unnoticed by most of the living.

Looking at the girl who became the container of someone else's soul, Iliad wondered why the choice had fallen on her. How could this little girl attract the Forgotten?

“What to guess,” said the mentor to herself. She was in a hurry, there was too much to do. It was necessary to hide all traces of the ritual, take care of the recovering pupils, cheer up the nurses, and pay special attention to the newcomer. “I will do everything to make you fall in love with the world that has sheltered you, Countess Aola Alexandra ri Moro.

Chapter two, in which the heroine turns out to be alive.

Irishka was awakened by the sound of a bell. A low and thick ringing banished the dream in which green apples were jumping like funny balls along the road. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar little room with whitewashed walls. The narrow window, covered with thick stained-glass windows, let in streams of light, laying it in yellow and red spots on the floor.

“An unusual interior, however,” she whispered in surprise, looking wide-eyed at the large gilded floor candlestick, and shuddered at the sound of the creaking door.

Looking at the newcomer, Ira thought that no one would have thought of calling this tired, elderly woman in a long white robe an old woman or, worse, a grandmother.

"Well, you've finally come to your senses. How are you feeling? A warm, dry hand touched her forehead. Bright turquoise eyes stared at the girl attentively.

- Thank you. Where I am?

- In Leoria, in the best boarding school for girls of orphans of noble birth, - A goblet with some kind of drink touched her lips. Irishka automatically took a sip of some viscous muck and coughed and stared at the speaker. “Unfortunately, this is not a joke,” the lady said as if nothing had happened and began a long story about the fever, the ceremony and the payback for it.

Listening to the calm voice, the girl carefully examined the room in search of any hidden cameras and even pinched herself a couple of times in the hope of waking up. For some reason, thoughts of being indignant or interrupting the gray-haired lady did not arise, and everything that happened began to seem like a dream.

“So now you are Countess Aola Alexandra ri Moro!” A solemn voice brought her back to reality. - And so that you do not have even a shadow of a doubt, just admire it! - And under Irina's nose they put a small round mirror on a long handle, from the dark depths of which a young beauty looked at her with surprised gray-green eyes, a small straight nose, puffy lips parted and a mop of chestnut hair curly in large rings. Irishka smiled at this beauty, having time to think that for the completeness of the image there are not enough pretty dimples on her cheeks, and a blissful swoon took her into his long-awaited arms.

Chapter three.

Bird, - a quiet groan, and hot lips touched the earlobe, slightly biting, strong hands pressed against the hard male body, a clear evidence of the excitement of which was somehow very appropriately located between the halves of her ass.

- Mmmmm, sweet, - and already other palms covered the chest, caressing the excited tops, the taste of which the speaker liked so much. She arched, leaning towards the desired caress...

Boooommmmm... The low sound of the bell floated over the roofs of the old castle, penetrated into every corner of it, driving away morning dreams. The Boarding House of the Quietest Brigitte was waking up.

Irishka yawned and smiled, remembering the dream. She did not want to get up, but over the past year and a half she had become accustomed to a strict daily routine, obeying the ringing of the damned big Khil. Rise, breakfast, the beginning of classes and their end, he reported everything, heavy and booming.

At first, it was hard for her, very hard ... But little by little Irishka got used to it, the events of her past life were gradually forgotten, as if covered with light gray ash. She grew into a new world for her, stopped missing her husband, and they didn’t get along well either. Having lost her parents early, raised by her grandmother, she really wanted to have a real family, friendly and large, but for some reason it didn’t work out with children, Leshka was always dissatisfied and tired. Even in bed, the young wife all the time had to take the initiative herself, to persuade and seduce the faithful. She tried, tried, and then waved her hand, she didn’t want to, she didn’t need to. So things were heading for divorce.