Folk Tales (1)

One of my favorite things to do when I was living in the countryside since I was a child is to listen to adults telling folk stories. The summer is hot and the evening is getting cooler. Neighbors gather neatly together and sit on the stone bench at the east end of the village. The breeze blows the willow trees, swaying in the wind, like a woman's long hair, hanging in front of her face, covering her pale face. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.