The beauty is a curse, the ugliness is a curse...

Once upon a time in a land far far away from where we live now, there was a small village. It was hidden in the forest and the villagers who lived there did not come often out of the village because they were afraid of the evil and ugliness of the outside world. In this village lived  a young child. The unique child in the village. He must haven't  been older than 6-7 years old. One day heard a big fuss in the village. Something serious was going on and everyone ran to the square to see. Hearing it and our little friend and started to run too. Being petite and dude rammed into the crowd. And as more approaching the square so the voices were loudest, wildest, most fearful. He crawled to get as close as he could. He lifted his head and what to see? A creature the like of which did not exist. Can not distinguish whether it was man or woman. Can not distinguish whether it was human creature. She had four eyes and was hairy all over her body and her hands had and her fingers too. The whole village was furious and screamed to leave them and threw stones. This creature began to creep up lost their eyes. Our little friend returned back at home, but the whole night he could not sleep. How was this woman? Alone and whipped? He got up from the bed and began searching for her in the village. It was in a stall and cried. She did not speak. Only went and hugged her and wiped her tears. Not feared, not hated. He knew that this one felt the creature had heart and cried. Worries about the ugliness, but said nothing.
'Curse to look in the eyes and do not understand. Curse is the ugliness. ' after these words she disappeared.
And time passed. And one day heard again bustle in the village. Everyone ran to the square. And ran our little friend too. Dragged, pushed and when he raised his head he saw something divine. He could not tell if it was male or female. He did not know if it was human creature.He Was shining and he was so handsome. With blonde hair, blue eyes and curls and huge white wings. The villagers pounced on him and imprisoned him. In a large iron cage not to leave to go and admired forever. Our little friendreturned at home, but the whole evening could not sleep.He got up out of  his bed and started looking in the village. He found him in his cage. Bowed to cry. Approached him. He did not speak. Brought the little face close to the bars and passed a hand through the cage. He wiped his tears and then opened the cage and he went out.
'Curse to look in the eyes and do not understand. Curseis the beauty. 'after these words he disappeared.
Our little friend returned back to  bed and laid down. He knew that the curse is not beauty, not ugliness is a curse. Curse is to look you into the eyes and do not understand you. Now well my children if they lied to me...I lie to you too...