Hi pal,
today we will tell you a creepy tale of a danger of too much love to small ball women's shoes and fragrant silk stockings...
And now, if you are already interested, make yourself comfortable and listen... or, rather, read...

A centuries ago, in a country where the lush green hills and woods were often watered with rain and covered with a cool mist, where the entire life's order was managed by glorious Queen Victoria, and at 221b Baker Street was smoking his pipe and indulged in secret narcotic passion private investigator Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the two boys were living... two brothers with the surname Allen... One elder, one younger... Of course, to be honest, the fact is they were normal twins as like as two peas in a pod... But their characters differed so much that it seemed that one of them was definitely elder and the other one – younger for certain... The elder brother called Charles, but the other's name was forgotten, and here, in this fairytale, he will be mentioned only as Little Brother...

No one can remember exactly, but it seems, the boys never have a father, well, 'technically' (a word heard from Michael) he absolutely was, but he never helped with boy's education or just hadn't enough time for this... But mother... She was... and she loved her sons very much, and they loved her too... She taught them good manners and the rules of behavior that characterize children from respectable and wealthy families, and the boys, who did not think about how far they conform to this status, were accustomed to consider themselves just such children.

But everything is so changeable under a pale moon...
And everything is unstable like she is...
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Mother has gone, leaving nothing behind but beautiful dolls, elegant dresses and several pairs of delicate shoes created by the skilled shoemaker's hands from flowers, satin ribbons and laces for a lovely sweet-smelling women's feet tighten up into the fine silk stockings... Ah, yes, of course... A song was also engraved in their memory, the one that mother was always singing for them before the bedtime and then stroking their hair, blowing on cool foreheads...

After the ball is over
After the break of morn
After the dancer's leaving
After the stars are gone
Many a heart is aching
If you could read them all
Many the hopes
That have vanished
After the ball.

Quite soon Charles realized that he must be big and strong now and to think only about making Little Brother happy as he was all this time, taking care of him, because nothing bad is going to happen... And that was not so easy... Little Brother wept often, singing mother's song, and looked at the dresses, dolls and ball shoes she left with them...

- Why are you pulling on mother's stockings on your hands? You are a man... You should not to do so...
- You know, when I will grow up, all the girls with pretty legs in silk stockings will be looking at me and love me...
- Why would they do it?
- Because I'm beautiful like my mother, and the girls love it...

Charles was sorry to disappoint Little Brother, and just stoked his hair and echoes the old song in response...
But everything is so unstable under a pale moon...
And everything is changeable like she is...

- Why they do not look at me, Charles?
- Because you are poor...
- But I don't want to be poor... I want them to like me... Want them to love me...
- It is impossible...
- Why?
- Poverty is like a curse... You cannot get rid of it... And they will always be looking past you... or...
- Or?..
- Or through you...
- I do not believe you!! You purposely telling me this because it is your entire fault! Because it is you who are buying me these nasty rough shoes! And I will never put them on again! And I will make sure that all the richest and most beautiful girls will have to look at me... I will make them do it!

Charles embraced Little Brother and promised that everything will change soon... that life has a lot of curious pleasures, which he will share gladly with his brother... And now... just right now he will teach him to tie the shoelaces in beautiful bows on these always chafing his feet rough shoes... like mother once taught him... And they become much better straight away... They become special because such bows and knots no one will have in the whole world...

And Charles has kept his word... He let Little Brother to enter the most luxurious houses as a servant in his place and replace him in the beds of wealthy and highly respected women... He taught him how to do so that none of them have ever cared about his shoes... And it is no wonder... Because all the cats who know how to love with tender and passion - barefooted...

But not everything is so unsteady under a pale moon...
And not everything is so unstable like she is...
The girls still did not look at Little Brother... Or were looking through him... and it was not a surprise at all too... the rich girls will never start looking even at most beautiful and clever man if he is a lackey...

And one night, returning at home after work, Charles has found Little Brother with happy tears on his cheeks, and on a bed – a beautiful girl with the soft just washed feet and silk stocking in her throat... and yet... yet he realized that he knows who she is...
- What have you done?
- Oh, Charles! She was looking at me... She had to do it!

Charles Allen knew, it is bad - to strangle the girls you know... And to push in their throats the silk stockings is even worse... But looking at Little Brother's face and seeing he is finally happy, he decided to be big and strong... and yet... yet he realized that nothing is going to happen with his brother...

And after decided everything for himself, Charles was no longer doubted... Saying to brother very strictly not to go anywhere, he leaved, but returned quite soon with a small bundle of clothing which streets' sluts are wearing... Changing the dead guest's clothes, he easily put her on his shoulder and tenderly smiled to brother:
- Remember this day, Little Brother...

History rarely ends up equally well for all the heroes... The Stories about strangulation ends well even less... But we cannot run ahead and, feverishly turning the pages, look at the very end of the book... or movie...
Sherlock Holmes, injecting into a vein next dose, will begin his investigation... and Evil, most probably, will be punished... but...
But the famous detective knows that a man obsessed with true passion needs a little bit more each ‘next time’...
A line separating harmony from madness is so thin, it is impossible to say exactly when you crossed it...

- What? And this is it?
- No... Absolutely not... It is only the beginning... But if you want to get to the end of the story and to know more than you do now, you will have to 'live' it along with Michael, Charles and Little Brother... step by step...