Golden haired girl

Golden haired girl one time, so many years ago. Lived in the palace of the sultan, squares and arrows were laid, when shopping in markets, gold coins, one ... A beautiful garden in the middle of the house had a white board. This beautiful home with beautiful golden hair, you comely attractive; rubicund, rose-lipped, well-proportioned, with curling in the name textbox mother sat a young girl. Beautiful curling every morning, comb your hair with a bone left over from their grandmother very much liked to crawl. One hour, two hours before any scans or scans miserable tired of fluffy hair. Then attached to the teeth of the comb and a wire fell on the floor of the top carefully. Pale pink silk handkerchief into them in a drawer stored. The white house residence was decorated with beautiful flower garden so that you smell on your neighborhood, I am he heard from more than twenty neighborhood. Colors are so vivid, it was so different that, every last stop in front of the garden and looks miserable admire this beauty. Range's mother, curls, like a kid loves this beautiful flowers. Miserable stroked, kissed returning each evening when the sun sets behind the mountains, water under the moonlight individual. When they see him in a more upright tulips, violets are spreading to every corner of the smell, roses, try to open big big, beautiful race entry. And that was not so easy to live with flowers. Is touchy, is quickly fading, quick twist of the neck. Very shy, very Nazenin, very sensitive, very delicate, very fragile and is claimed. They had it there. Actually said to feed them and love grows. Range once a week, does not crash crashes dark curling is one of the gold wire, chosen from the pretty flowers in the garden was put quietly into that. The next morning, the same flowers in a gold Range miserable. It was no secret to anyone they do not want to announce. Her mother living expenses such there. No one was hurt. Not need anyone at. However, people have all kinds. Was also very good, the bad as well ... Who's better, who's the worst that was difficult to know. One day somehow the woman is one in a corner while the range of stops from the flowers on the bottom let out. Open-mouthed, unable to believe his eyes, turned and looked at a more "true, sorry what I have seen!" She. Any ideas in mind just to wander, these ideas began to erode your brain like a wolf. Whether these ideas in the end defeated aklınca have a plan. On the ragged, tattered clothes and put his hand to his face find rust and dirt, had a beautiful white house with gardens to the door. Out a range of women across this sight. "Here," he said, smiling. Women's doubles standing, low voice, "If you entertain me for a few days of Allah" and said it remains piled in front of the door. Women have a range of very smart, has become very upset. They move quickly in women mother and daughter. Deposited on the bed, and they overlap. They started waiting eagerly at the beginning. After the woman opened her eyes for a while "If I drink water," he said. A running water getimiş curls. "I'm hungry," said the woman on it. This time I was running to the kitchen range, hot soup brought. A beautiful lady in the inner man. Then opened the handle, these beautiful people have long prayed: "If God gives you what you murat. Health, happiness, peace, get out your house. You keep the gold, get fertile your meal. Your home warm, your heart, get fresh. Your beautiful tomorrow, get plenty of your fans. Let go by without touching evil over your roof. .........." I have a beautiful woman praying from his seat, curling and range have very happy. Range, "or stay home with us, let us be comrades," he said. No women have been taken immediately without waiting. "Sure is, I would be," he had left a cry in the air. Whatever you may know from a range of thinkers. How may know who is the range of intentions. Since then, they started living together in the white house. Nice, clean clothes were given to female range. With eating and drinking together, travel together and to dust together, sitting together, to stand together in a short time had much practice. Curls of golden hair every morning, he had scans. Each wire was carefully collected, no one has seen hide from taking part. Flower garden as an opportunity to put the wires out. Also collected a gold one the next morning. Days passed, weeks passed, months passed. Women tired of this job. Tired, weary, "Enough," Curls said one night, half asleep, deep, sound, took up the scissors, cut the bottom and keep your hair from the root in a snap. What happened here was that moment, each thread of golden hair into a huge snake and the woman had jumped on top. Nearly killing her on the spot, curling, "Wait," he. Gulp of fear that women have a genius could not talk at all. To death "pat" she burst over the mind has played. Since then, even if compared with whom, by the end of the show veil of hair strands and will mumble something, if she wanted to tell something. But no one is saying you can not get it, this crazy woman. They can hold hands in painful ways to continue to bread. Sitting cross-legged in the corner of a street one day when his grandfather came and stood against a white beard. As long time readers something to look at eyes. Then "There was a man who lived here," said the woman. "Nalbant, respectively. Everybody loves, everybody will respect, hardly anyone would trust him. One morning, as you saw he was given the gold of the flowers. Have an eye has seen, was a summer Do you remember what the human eye can see to the edge can not restrain himself. Did not take long for the days on hand. People come and go, "Why do not you, sick?" He asked a long while. Farrier did not speak a word to anyone. Did not go under the front of the eye freckle. Eye drops did not enter a sleep. That will be looked after; hand arm, an ear to the language of the mind can not control. Every thing, what if what is left as is, and drew from here. People could not get a better news from the farrier. What they learned where to go, nor what they heard. I tell you what I nalbanta? "She looked as if his eyes popping grandfather, standing in the face like a monster. White-bearded grandfather had continued to talk. "The Sultan Nalbant right arm now. Was a queen to the country. Like you keep yourself, to wander the streets of this city, called "crazy smith" would be on a maybe. "He finished, walked to his grandfather to walk away from the side of women. He looked back at the woman's hair off the road shouted also heard from those who thought the sky was split. So that the children were crying in silence for three days and three nights. Cats were frightened and jumped from the roof to roof to jump to another city went meow. Elongated curls of hair in a short time, became the same again to be scanned. Being greedy, lying, bad ideas, better learn how to get hurt. Her mother for many years happily, in the white house, had continued to live with beautiful flowers. Even if a trust anyone think left to take home.