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
He approached the screen and carefully peered behind the heavy curtain. Behind him it was too dark to see at least something, and the cub, spitting on caution and Shuna's half-strangled plea, darted into the darkness. He had to move by feel, but soon he caught sight of a tiny cinder, which somehow drove away the stubborn darkness. The closer he got to the tiny candle, the more his heart drummed and his armpits sweated. How will she receive it? How will you meet? And suddenly, she is sleeping peacefully, and he will only scare her with his pale physiognomy?Already closer - and now the torn bed turns white in front of him. May be? Maybe ... - he blinked, trying to look out in the dark for a memorable fluffy skin and already preparing to be frightened by the menacing look of the enchantress, crawling at her feet and begging for forgiveness. Then something grumbled, stirred, and finally squeaked nearby, forcing him to shudder with fear. And he really almost died of fear when he saw befor
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
The environment is dark and very warm. Vikta was lying under a duvet in her bedroom, and this story with a stone and a brother turned out to be just a terrible dream. Already on the threshold of the realm of dreams, a fleeting desire came to take a step back - to return to sweet dreams, away from troubles: books, stoves, scrolls, pebbles, stupid training and abel Ro's screeching whip - everything is unimportant and not worth it to take your head off the soft , sweaty pillows.An unpleasant tingle spread in his chest, which was given to his fingertips. A strange feeling did not leave her, as if her legs and arms were something distant and almost impalpable, as if she were hung up by strings, like a doll. Nitsiri blinked, licked her dried lips with the same dry and alien tongue - as if she had walked a cracked dick on a wooden block and only made it worse. I tried to take a breath to drive away the unpleasant heaviness in my throat. Nothing. The air entered the lungs in a thin stream an
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
Forgetting to breathe, Vikta shifted her weight onto the foot she had already carried over the threshold and took a second unsteady step. Everything was quiet, only some unpleasant ringing seemed to be heard somewhere on the verge of hearing. She had already plunged under the plank ceiling when the panic needle pricked her back again. Nitsiri turned to the forest, already expecting to see a disgusting black face poking out from behind the bushes and licking its toothy mouth. But no, the forest froze and waited for something.She carefully closed the door behind her, caught her breath with difficulty, and, moving along the wall, crossed the passage. The vile ringing became more tangible, with every step she felt with her whole skin how something plaintively rings from the side of the door opposite, as if someone is hitting the anvil with a small hammer. Vikta approached and gently, with the very pads of her fingers, gave the door to herself.There was a slight creaking sound that sound
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,
- Get down, get down! the guard waved at them. - Wow, and I would pour you, asshole ...- Get yourself out! Vassa kept shouting as they both walked away. - There your girls are waiting for you, they won’t wait. How can I tell Khalsa that you drink moonshine on guard!– What did you say?!The guard didn't even take a step towards them, but the spear continued to dance menacingly in his hand."Let's go, Pied Piper," whispered Vassa.Nothing to do, I had to succumb to the persuasion of the boy. Pushing further and vainly hoping that the d'ahs will suddenly descend from the sky and strike the obstinate guard with lightning means getting a spear in the stomach and a mace on the crown. In general, his whole visit looked like sheer stupidity, and when Kres and Vassa finally left, Kres could no longer believe that he had almost run into a bone tip. If not for the sudden appearance of the boy, his corpse would now be cooling down somewhere under the bridge.“... but they didn’t want to let me