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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
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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
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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
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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,
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- 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
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- 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
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I will clap my hands when I hear the ending. The beauty did not disappear into the jaws of a wolf, otherwise the whole story would be a waste of time, and who would tell her, since everything really happened?“She really disappeared,” Vassa hissed. - Because that's what it really is .And why didn't they look for her?“They searched, of course,” Vassa sighed and spoke in a special fairy -tale voice. - Khalsa turned all the surrounding forests upside down. With his kharg, he climbed every bush, lifted every pebble, but there was no beautiful bride. A wolf with copper sides dragged her far, far to the north, where the mountains rose to the very heavenly halls and tangled at the ends in the beards of the d'ahs. Deep in these gray, lost mountains, where even the Khamers do not dare to crawl, for everything there is shrouded in cold stone, and the dead now and then descend from heaven, there were mansions, shrouded in heavenly light. There the wolf carried the unfortunate beauty, jumping o
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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