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The first sign of the close refuge of the forest witch was a human face. It was half buried in the ground and emerged from the soft, swampy soil with a long, crooked nose and magnificent mustaches. Kres at first took him for an ugly stone and wanted to sit right on it, but in time he noticed a huge, evil eye staring at the sky.- And why is it so? Kres asked, looking at the buried giant.- He was rude, probably. So they dug up uncle.“Poor fellow… How much longer?”No, we're almost there. Maybe at least now tell me why you go to Bolotikha?Cres looked doubtfully at the gigantic face, but still allowed himself to sit down on the very tip of his nose. Vassa preferred to settle down on a fallen tree.– Khalsa needs women to stop going to the swamp. And no one went. Never.- You mean never?- In direct.- Are you going?- Yeah. Remove the curse of the Swamp.Vassa immediately haggard and turned pale. It seemed that a sudden gust of wind would blow the boy away. He sat with his eyes fixed
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- No, it's not like that. I don't care what Ada is or isn't capable of. Her… powers are news to me. In general, it seems to me that this is some kind of wild misunderstanding, and Khalsa is simply trying to strengthen his authority in the village. And to save the only son who is overcome by your curse.- Well, yes, this is undesirable ... - the grandmother stirred her bones. - And you are ready to kill this child, just to annoy Khalsa?“I don't care about Khalsa and his problems. I need my Ada.- Is that love? And just only?"That's my business," Kres grimaced.“No, it’s mine now,” the witch grinned. “I am a curious soul. Especially with regard to the echo of bygone days and those who once offended me.- Did I offend you?- You are not. But behind your back, I feel the hand of those who did everything so that I met my old age in a stinking swamp, using local savages.“If you mean that I supposedly carry out the will of the abels, then no,” Cres shook his head. “I am as much an exile f
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And once the exhausted insolent decided to get the final word from her. Late in the evening, when the rok'hee perched in the trees to spend another day singing, he caught her somewhere in a secluded place and led her away from prying eyes to sort everything out. He waited, his eyes fixed on hers. And she refused him, said terrible for any proud man - " no" , once and for all. Perhaps carefully so as not to inflame his humiliated feelings, or perhaps, as always, brazenly and with laughter, as she used to refuse everyone else who tried to possess her. But this time the dog did not run away with his tail between his legs. Oh, not the one, this harger was just to forgive the offense of the one that he was not destined to take possession and make his own. Shouting and begging, wallowing at your feet and promising moreLarger gifts were not in his nature. But to take everything that resists his desires - yes, Khalsa still knows how to do it very well. And he committed the most terrible at
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Luke easily moved away from his seat and opened a black hole, in the depths of which anything could be.Cres wondered if he should jump blindly and if there was some surprise waiting for him there, like a hungry monster that the grandmother keeps on a chain. Involuntarily, a fabulous image of a dead man came to mind, who was in a hurry to have fun with the sleeping "beauty". Bolotikha noticed his doubts:- What do you think? Get down, it’s not high up there,” she waved at him. “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t be scratching my tongue here all evening. Killing a person is not easy.Cres smiled bitterly, dangled his legs into the hatch and tried to feel at least something there. Finally, his toe rested on a rotten step. The candle was still useless, so we had to descend almost blindly. Already plunging into musty darkness, he expected with every creaking step that the hatch would slam over his head, and the ominous laughter of the accursed old woman would blow out the candle.But no,
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“Senses…” Vikta whispered under her breath, washing the crying baby in the water. “What have I done, Senches.Then she wrapped him back in diapers, which would be nice to wash, but nowhere. Gray clouds covered the sky, snow fell and fell, bent a dense network of branches, covered the ground layer by layer, and the child still did not calm down, although quite a long time had passed since the moment Vikta pulled him out of the ground - it must be soon noon.She understood him perfectly. She would now fall to the ground and would howl with pleasure in her voice.His head was pounding from this incessant squeak. There was a feeling that some kind of machine was brought inside the baby, and it would not stop until the entire charge was released. But for some reason it didn’t end, and the kid, taking a breath for a short time, again burst into an indefatigable yell.“Maybe I should feed you…?” Vikta suggested, glancing doubtfully at her thinner bag. What does she have left? Two slices of c
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She opened her eyes. Outside her lair was nothing but darkness and swirling snowflakes. It seemed that if she pulled her hand out now, it would freeze and uproot it in order to carry it into this ruthless blackness, where it would be swallowed up by the belly of one of those disgusting creatures that fill the most remote places. And what if she pulls the baby out into the open? Will the spirits be satisfied with this offering?..The wind howled and howled, long and viciously. It scourged the forest with its freezing breath, leaving nothing but a blizzard in its wake. Vikta closed her eyes and saw how the trees were uprooted and dragged somewhere beyond the horizon. And in their place is a vast icy desert, bound by eternal frost and darkness. Who will walk on it? Silent, hunched creatures who will continue to search for the one who made the world this way. And they won't stop until they've dug up every inch of this deformed land. Until they dig into every snowdrift and into every hole,
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Hey, abel Ro, how do you like this game? Abel Ro? Abel Meray? Abel Mara? Abel Doctinal? Abel Adinata. Belle Dith. Belle Claude? Abel miern El Loud and Laughing?Laugh Vita. Laugh, how it stuck to the glorious abel! You got frostbite on your feet, burned your fingers to meat, lost your beautiful ashen hair, you may have long lost your innocence and remnants of conscience, but you still continue to cling to life, for the life of someone who is almost certainly already in the grave and laughing at your stubbornness. . For what?But the answer is so close.The river stretched like a snake of ice. Who also made fun of her stupid thoughts.Do you think death will come quickly if you now throw yourself headlong into this black stream? Does it hurt to die of cold in a cold river? Will she lose consciousness faster than her head will be smashed against the stones of that shore, which forever closed her way to salvation?Is it for salvation?She doesn't even know which way to go. Where lies her
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A low, annoying rumble hurt his ears, as if a fly the size of a horse hovered over Vassa's head. He couldn't make out what the noise was after their steps, nor where he and the Pied Piper were now. A gust of icy wind was asking for a gust in the face, the creaky floorboards at one moment gave way to something soft and sticky. A few more steps and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Suddenly he heard voices, a lot of voices. A continuous hubbub of hundreds of men. They were talking in unison, getting excited and interrupting each other. Iron rattled, throats were torn, the floor was shaking from the clatter of hundreds of feet. The screams were getting closer.And it was a glorious battle! shouted the voices in unison.Vassa saw in front of him some play of weak lights and tried to catch them with his fingers, but his hand only scared them away. Then the fingers stumbled on something hard, heavy and covered with wool. It gave a little under pressure and went to the side. Bright lig