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This interview took place in Windsor, where I had spent (as far as I can remember) my entire life, it was the difference that a week later, fully equipped with everything necessary, I left Windsor, in a stagecoach, for Reading. Mrs. Natasha was extremely kind at that time, which made her feel no emotion at the time of departure. Even though I cried bitterly, at that time, I thought what could be better if it could be better. - You should have known better after so many years and you should have become your favorite to such an extent that I now cause you sadness. Even though she gave me a cold goodbye kiss on the forehead, like a drop of melting ice falling from the stone portico (it was a very icy day). I felt extremely resentful, petty, and angry, and it came to my mind now, even though I didn't say it, that I didn't feel so worthy of blame that I grabbed hold of her and told her that I knew it was my fault that I was She said goodbye to me so calmly. - Not now, Ester. - She answered. – You know, about your unhappiness! The car was in front of the garden gate, in which even we had left, but when we heard the noise of the wheels. Therefore, I separated from her with a heavy heart of sadness. That's when she got in before my bags were placed on the roof of the car, and closed the door. In the meantime, of my trip, I was able to see the mansion from afar, where I looked through the window, even though my eyes were full of tears, and at that time, I was sad and depressed. When I remembered about my godmother, I had left it for Mrs. Natasha. - So much for the little he had. - She said. At that time, there would be an auction and an old thick carpet, with roses printed on it, which had always seemed to me to be the most beautiful thing in the world that I had ever seen. I was leaning and hanging outside, in the frost, between the winds and the snow, in the dark and gloomy environment that permeated that place. It would have been a day or two before. Even though I would have wrapped the dear little doll in her shawl and carefully buried her. Now, even I am very embarrassed to tell this — in the sand in the garden, under the tree that shaded my old window. I had no companion, except my little bird, which I took with me in a cage. When the house was out of sight, I sat down, with the bird's cage on the straw at my feet, in front of the low seat, so that I could see through the high window. Being that he was contemplating the icy trees that were covered with snow, in which they were similar to beautiful pieces of spar; and the fields, all soft and white with last night's snow, even though they saw the dim light of that sun in the sky, watching them, releasing its weak rays, in that misty city. That sun was dark red, but radiating so little heat, even as the ice, dark as metal, from which the skaters and slides had swept the snow. There was a car waiting for a man there, in which he was sitting on the seat in front, looking very fat, judging by the huge number of coats that covered him, even though he was preserved, even though he was looking outside, from the other window., without paying me attention. I thought about the godmother who had left, in exchange for agreements between supernatural beings, demons, and humans, even on the nights I read for her to hear, in his brow, so fixed and severe. At that time, I went to lie down on his bed; in the strange place I was heading to; in the people I would meet there, what they might be like and what they would say about me... when a voice inside the car gave me a terrible start. - So why the hell are you crying? – Another asked. The stranger appeared in front of him, it was at that moment that I was so terrified, that I lost my voice and could only respond, in a whisper. He was one of the traders, even one of the mages, who were keeping her under their responsibility. - What you mean? – The girl questioned. - Did you come to talk to me, sir? — Well, without a doubt, I knew that it could only have been the gentleman all wrapped up in warm clothes, even though he kept looking out the window, he was one of the shadows that accompanied her, a guard or guardian of hers. - I say, yes, it's up to you. – He said, getting closer, still surrounded by shadows, talking to her. - I didn't realize I was crying. - She said. I just went to bed, with my pain, my lord — I stammered. - You are, they are not simple tears, stop before it gets worse. - He said. - Come see. - He said - Come see! - He said. At that time, she approached him, from the corner of the car where she was, she stood right in front of me, passed one of the large fur cuffs of her coat over my eyes (but without hurting me) and showed me that was wet. - Are you seeing? – He questioned her. - Now you know it is, right? – The man repeated. The tears, in addition to numbing her, also burned her, falling with pearls around her face, leaving burnt trails, amidst pieces of pearls on her face. - Go wash your face, keep your tears together, don't leave them anywhere. - He said. At that time, she said. - Yes sir. So, he was accompanying her. – So why are you crying? - Don't you want to go there? - Where would I go, anyway, sir? – She questioned him. - You say, where? Now, where are you going, wherever it is, to the other side of the city of shadows, together with some mediators. - He said. – - After all, this is a good place, after all, that's where you should stay. - He said. – It is a place that was taken over by the rich and the bourgeoisie, those representatives of the institute. - He said. - I always wanted to go to that region on the other side, I'm happy. - She said. - So, show joy, not sadness. - He said. I thought he was quite strange or at least what I could see of him was quite strange, as he was wrapped up to his chin and his face was almost hidden inside a fur cap, he had wide fur straps on the sides of his head. Even though it was crushed, which was right under the chin, even though I regained it, calmly and I wasn't afraid of it. Even though I told him that I must have been crying because of saying goodbye to my godmother and because Mrs. Natasha hadn't been sad when she said goodbye to me. - One of the demons in the agreement, who will take you, Natasha! – Your mediator said. He could let her go flying, in a gust of wind, mounted, on a broomstick, that didn't happen, even so, there is someone who could be her chauffeur to take her. Even if this idea was bad, there is a flying automobile being driven by fire wheels waiting for them, wooden, with brooms on the side of each car door, before she enters. I began to be really afraid of him again and I looked at him with the greatest amazement. Even so, I thought he had happy eyes, even though he continued to mutter to himself, in an angry tone, calling Mrs. Natasha names. After a while, he opened his outer coat, which seemed wide enough to wrap around the entire car, and put his arm in a deep pocket on his side. - I want you to look at these documents, especially this paper, the one that was beautifully folded. At that time, I could see that it is well written in a part of the big notebook, in that book, in which it is the best plum cake you can buy. Having sugar on the outside, an inch thick, like fat on mutton chops, in which here is a little pie (a jewel, as much Even though I walked through that strange place, as well as the quality), its environment and infrastructure were created by an architect coming directly from France. - Even so, do you suppose it is made? - It's made from fatty goose livers. - But which pie? - Now, honey, let's watch you eat all of this! - I thank you, thank you, my lord. – When I thanked you, I replied with a lot, in fact, and I hope you don't think you're offended: these are things that are too dear to me. - He was defeated again. – That cultured and supernatural man, as a gentleman said, in which I did not understand at all, then he threw both things out the window, my own happiness, along with puffs of magic. He didn't speak to me again until he got out of the car, a short distance from Reading, when he advised me to be a good, studious girl, shaking my hand. I must admit that I felt relieved that he was gone.