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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
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The flesh and skin of the wolf opened up, and then the wolf came out with poisonous blood and fell dead with a howl. This black blood doused the girl and reached her very trembling heart. Khalsa picked up his bride in his arms and wept bitter tears for her. But this time the wolf was not wearing his old copper skin. Then a needle entered the wolf's chest and pierced his black heart. The flesh and skin of the wolf opened up, and then the wolf came out with poisonous blood and fell dead with a howl. This black blood doused the girl and reached her very trembling heart. Khalsa picked up his bride in his arms and wept bitter tears for her.Then the dying girl whispered dying words. She kissed her fiancé on the trembling lips, and then her soul soared into heaven for judgment to the d'ahs. Khalsa took her remains to her native village. Her mother and father mourned over her and burned her body, and the ashes were scattered to the wind, as the d'ahs bequeathed.“The end,” Vassa breathed.
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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
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The alchemist woke up in the middle of a windy, eerie night, when nature itself seemed to be seeking retribution for what had been happening in this distant and lonely place all these years.Vikta closed all possible openings in the hut, but the wind still rushed through the attic and sang mournfully in the cracks and corners. There hadn't been a thunderstorm yet, but for some reason Nitsiri longed for raindrops to pound on the roof. So she would be much calmer, and the nasty feeling that someone else would come into the house with the wind would disappear.In addition to the raging elements, another sound broke the silence.Cap-cap…The darkness was barely dispersed by two tallow candles. Both Vikta placed next to her, forming a small, trembling circle of light around her, the corners of the room were bathed in darkness. The face of the alchemist, swollen during the day, stood out from the darkness like the black and terrible muzzle of a troll from children's fairy tales, shadows cra