'I'll tell you a very old story, which I heard from my grandmother when I was a little girl. In the countryside, where we used to live, there were a few men who were considered to be insane. They had been meeting in the old basement to summon the soul of the girl who hanged herself in the rural barn a few years earlier. These men were in love with her and never reconciled themselves to their loss. They were drinking and doing some terrible things to her lost soul - things that my grandma never spoke about. She only said that they were binding her with rope and that this made her flesh become material, then they touched her with their old, male hands. I asked my grandmother why did the girl's soul let them to do such things. She answered: there is nothing more lonely and frozen than these girls souls, which wander amongst men's hearts.'
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