Last night a thick plume of smoke stretched into the sky - a signal that the d'ahger Khalsa is again gathering all the hargers, which means that the most skilled and strong hunters will direct their feet to the foot of the highest of the trees in the area - the Sacred Ref, from the top of which, as they say, you can reach the stars. And Vassa spent the whole day at home doing all sorts of boring rubbish! But it's so interesting in the Heart-house! It was there that people from other settlements gathered, and told exciting stories about their walks through the strangest nooks and crannies of the Forest. Miracles work there, a wonderful d'hanka lives there, which alone can decide his fate with just one phrase. It was only necessary to guess the right moment, but all previous times turned out to be in vain ...With such thoughts, the wolf cub finished the rest of the day full of sweat, dung and greedy grunts, caught the moment when the mother and sisters were too busy with laundry basket

And she left. The girl took a closer look, and the feather bed is full of reptiles. Then the featherbed prayed that the girl would take her out of the house and shake out of her all the lice and other infection of the old woman. The maiden obeyed the plea and carried the feather bed out onto the porch.Hear the earth around him humming. How the drums beat. Like inhuman singing from under the bowels is heard.“A beautiful girl,” came the voice of the old women from the kingdom of the underworld. “Has my feather bed not warmed up yet?”“No, I’m warming, grandmother, I’m warming,” said the girl, and she herself shook the feather bed from the porch. Then plague lice crawled out of it and ran away in all directions.Again the drums rumble and sing for the whole Forest for a hundred throats.“A beautiful girl,” the earth thundered in the voice of an old woman. “Is my featherbed still warm?”“No, I try, grandmother, I warm it as best I can,” said the girl, and she shook the feather bed from

Khalsa shuddered at these words, his face darkened and hardened even more. The father twitched his cheekbone and continued:“I did this because I saw in the Pied Piper a brave warrior who would fight for what was dear to him. Isn't that what our ancestors bequeathed to us? Isn't that why we lived by the law all these years? The law that the ancestors received from the d'ahs themselves. Valor is the highest quality for a man, the second quality is selflessness. A true rok'hee is fearless in battle against an enemy that has attacked his home. A true rok'hee will not leave a person in the woods, especially if he is a good and honest person. And a real rok'hi will not go to poison the helpless, if he gave him shelter and food.- Don't confuse us, Musa! Asa didn't back down. “He came to our village only to bring us only grief. A good person will not endanger others if he himself is to blame. Rather die. And for this puppy, the women and children of the Rock'hee must die.- Dirty, waste! sh

She turned her head and looked closely at the body on the right, but could not see anything not only because of the darkness, but also because of the dense layer of white caps that covered the entire body from head to toe. Looks like an old timer. I wonder how long he has been lying here, and what his insides have turned into?Exhausted, she continued to follow the journey of the flashlight, which again danced in the darkness, highlighting one well-kept garden after another. Stepping closer and closer to the one that would upset him more than the others. Then for a moment it seemed to her that something moved in her head, and she immediately moved towards this old, trampled fire of her talent. She plunged into the cold ashes and penetrated deeper, dying with all her heart, she wanted to feel at least a phantom of warmth. A little effort and she will keep him on the threshold, beyond which death patiently awaits. It cost her a few moments before the light touched her skin, promising to

He walked away from the hut almost by touch, cursing to himself that he had wasted time on ridiculous tales. He again did not find any path, so he had to tear wounds through a windbreak. By this time, the stars were already winking overhead, the forest breathed deafeningly with the singing of crickets and night birds. Fortunately, lights soon loomed in the impenetrable darkness. A few hundred more steps and he heard singing.In the light of the lanterns, a dense web of bridges, stairs, houses intertwined in a network of ropes and a dark rustling cover stretched out. High refs, woven by life and song, merged into one thundering mass, flaring up with all the shades of a holiday at a dizzying height. Long-drawn-out cries flew into the air, the whistle of pipes rose and the beat of drums rumbled. Bonfires were burning, ringing tambourines were dancing.Life was in full swing somewhere high under the crowns, it was a different forest, into which Cres had no entrance. The lights are closer,