- Quiet! - they whispered at her.- Well, he’s not sitting under the bench, why are you? Vassa was outraged.“Suddenly someone is eavesdropping now!”- Who?! Eeeeeee, Wolf son, you hear us, you vile coward!The guys fell silent and listened for a while as the echo of her scream wedged in the darkness. Fortunately for them, the grandfather snored even louder.“Fool,” said the redhead.“It was the d'ahs who punished him,” Shuna continued to babble. - He sinned very much in his youth. They say he even broke the Law of the Forest.– How would you know? The redhead was outraged. – You something only twelve winters!“Twelve whole winters, stupid red-haired Jessa,” Shuna cooed. "And I'm smarter than you'll be in fifty." Therefore, you need to listen to what the elders say. The elders speak with the voice of the d'ahs.“They weave ropes from other people’s sins,” Jessa retorted. - They chatter all the time. There you and Vassa are constantly talking all sorts of nonsense, and I'm sitting here

The wolf galloped to the gates of the crystal palace and threw the girl off the back of his prickly one. The beauty has fallen on the floors, covered with fluffy carpets, and is shaking - what will the wolf-murderer begin to do with her? The wolf walks in circles, sniffs the girl - reconciles from which place to start eating the red girl. It is already night in the yard and the sun is descending below the horizon. The wolf thought, thought, and decided to solve everything tomorrow. He yawned with all his hundred fangs and ordered that by morning the girl would sew a new skin for him from thorns. And then this old one has already worn out.“Make a good skin, otherwise I’ll change my mind about eating you tomorrow morning. But you won’t do it,” the wolf threatened her. - So I will give you to my wolf cubs. They are not me. I’ll swallow you right away, and they will still play and torment you for a long time. ”He yawned again and fell asleep soundly.The girl cried and cried with bitter

She was disgusted and disgusted, but even after what happened here, running away from here without looking back would be the height of stupidity. Although this place was simply howling, simply saturated with the torment of hundreds and hundreds of unknown souls, it seemed safer than the endless forests surrounding it, which continued to look at the nitsiri with a mute threat, as soon as the nitsiri showed its nose from the hut. Victa felt the needles of a thousand invisible carnivorous eyes on her sore back as she plunged into the hot water to wash away the dirt and the feeling of disgust.Didn't help. The body, even if it relaxed a little, but the ever-increasing panic continued to gnaw at the sight of this cold forest, a gloomy hut, thoughts about two corpses that lay here and there, and hot baths turned into real torture. Nitsiri got out and the water was even more tired than before, and, wrapping herself in a raincoat, which she took with her from the hut, she went to the stable w

Half asleep, she sat with a stone in her mouth and listened to the howl of the wind outside the window. The room was lit by only one candle, the second was just fuming to no avail. A black notebook, swollen with indignation, lay at hand, but the nitsiri was frankly afraid to look into it. And what is she supposed to see? Questions, questions, questions...And her restless heart was not up to her, around which, with each of its measured blows, the rings of suspicion were tightening tighter and tighter, turning into an obsession - to make sure that this scum is dead.Nitsiri kissed her jewel once more, slipped it into her pocket, and picked up the candle from the floor. The shadows immediately broke from their homes and joyfully jumped around the room, turning this cramped closet into a bizarre kaleidoscope. Closer, closer, closer, to the dead giant, until the light revealed a swollen, petrified face, overgrown with thick hair. The old man was definitely deader than dead. Not a single m

He was roused from his half-asleep by an incomprehensible, but vaguely familiar sound. Maybe heard? The wind blew in the corners of the house, the deadwood crackled in the hearth, the children sniffed, the grandfather moaned to some of his dreams - nothing unusual, like so many nights before.When it happened again, Cres broke out in goosebumps and tried to convince himself for a while that it was just a nightmare. Although it would be naive to hope that they would just leave him alone, wouldn't it?Holding on to the wall, he got to his feet and walked towards the exit. On the way, he stepped on something, and it tipped over with a crash. Kres paid no attention to this unfortunate oversight and climbed out into the air, not forgetting to once again drive his head into the low lintel.Bosorki soared in an almost silent dance against the background of the loose sky. Lots of barefoot. One by one, they fell like a stone to the houses where the village was peacefully dozing.Before Cres co