The man seems to was unconscious and had a fever. Nitsiri touched her hair. They were soft and vaguely reminiscent of her, but then another discovery pricked her wrist - they stretched almost to her shoulders. Too long. Something, but hair can't grow that fast. She remembered that her brother wore a haircut just below the temples, and these were more like dog-headed hair. However, the facial features were correct and Vikta, running her fingers over his eyes and nose, imagined the familiar oval of the face, but everyone doubted whether this was a hoax, or a stupid joke? Knowing the nature of the underground inhabitants, they will begin to throw a stranger at her and quietly make fun of him, and then pounce and swallow when they get tired. Too long. Something, but hair can't grow that fast. She remembered that her brother wore a haircut just below the temples, and these were more like dog-headed hair. However, the facial features were correct and Vikta, running her fingers over his ey

"Shut up, you bastard!" I see that you can barely stand on your feet, and look to the d'ahs yourself go. Go get some water and don't get in the way! she ordered.Kres did not need to be asked twice - he was already rushing with all his might to the river with buckets. Outside, he was greeted with a frightened squeal by the children who came to say goodbye to their grandfather. Sosha and Alka wept bitterly, Vassa tried to look stern, although his eyes were wet. The rest of the company, led by Ieassa, froze a little further away, their eyes wide open to the limits allowed by nature. From one look at the new inhabitant of the Skin House, a couple of guys immediately took to their heels, the rest were simply nailed to the place out of fear. When Cres, swearing to himself with the very last words, returned with full buckets of water, the kids were already helping Kisha with Ada.“If only I knew what… I would have brought…” Kisha muttered, wringing out a rag and laying it on Ada’s forehead.

But Malga spat again and wandered after his friend. Keisha followed him with a stern look and went to the doors of the Skin House.Kres lifted his grandfather with some difficulty and tried to take him inside, but Barik did not give in:“Look at the dogs, how quickly they change kennels,” he complained, sitting back on the bench. - Even yesterday, with Musa from one brother, they drank honey! Today there, tomorrow here, where it smells better. They will sell their own mother, only to be smeared with fatter. Ugh!Kisha and the kids were sorting out something in the hut.- Asked for it - do not interfere. Go to the yard, to the grandfather.- What are you doing? Kres asked as the door closed behind the children.- Don't you see? - threw Kisha, sorting out her belongings and changing linen. - I don’t want my grandfather to die of hunger here and bathe in shit. Let him die in peace here.Silently she shoved a pouch into his hands.“You forgot,” she grumbled.Cres opened it and found what

Akai left them almost at the exit. Victa hooted as the weight of a heavy body rested on her frail shoulders. She clenched her teeth and tried to take a step, and flopped to the ground.“What a clumsy you are, Vikta. - Complained her escort. “Better drag him by the armpits.” It's too heavy for you to carry in your arms.Vikta, puffing from the effort, did as the underground inhabitant advised. In the same way, she once dragged the dead Apol out of the cave in order to give the Khamer for the profit. There was still nothing to be seen around, but she felt that gradually her eyes began to pick out separate outlines from the environment. Akai was here too, although she couldn't see anything clear beyond a vague black spot. And only once in the emerging light two menacing eyes seemed to flash."Don't get distracted and don't look at me," he advised her. Vikta immediately lowered her eyes to the ground, and continued to drag the man to the surface. Akai didn't say another word, didn't even

The pebble rolled across her palm like an apple on a saucer. His eye beckoned and frightened at the same time. A light yellowish glow emanated from it, and if it becomes even brighter, then you can naturally fall into it and get stuck there forever.Give him blood to drink and urgently! If they don't hurry, then Sareth's torment in Barandarud will go down the drain.“Mine was better,” Vikta said, handing it back to her brother. She grimaced and said it more out of spite. Her ears were stuffed and for a moment the light faded in her eyes, as soon as the little thing fell into her hands. It was just breathtaking. Brother's Philosopher's Stone was strong. Very strong.Sareth didn't answer, didn't even raise his head, didn't make a single move to take his jewel."He's yours," he replied, poking his wand at the fire.Victa thought she had misheard.“Take it,” she said, handing him the stone.Is he yours, deaf or what? he muttered.- Like this? she couldn't believe her ears. - I already loo