Were - There were ancient Russians.

music: "Flight" (English music)
by: ZX-MAN

                   Александр Черновкин



                  MABKA

                 Рассказ

   Зелёные камыши, высокие густые, со
нветло-коричневыми метёлочками-"наконеч-
никами", придающими им вид копий, плотной
snowflake snowflake, snowflake snowflake от
Get it, and get it on the red carpet-
Pictures, snowflake snowflakes, в ко-
Pages Public Figure Copyright © 2017,
вловно раскиданные полу хозяйкой-неу-
мехой тёмно-зелёные Блины, Большие округ-
лые листья, а возле них, напоминая комоч-
ки коровьего масла, желтели кувшинки,
snowflake and snowflake, the snowflake snowflakes
If you want to snowflake and snowwhirlpool. B
Close to the passage there was a wooden
the pier, a little lopsided, and ragged
the house with him stuck her blunt nose out onto the narrow
strip of gray-yellow sand dilapidated flat
donka, on a white, burnt-out seat
a black snake was curled up on it, basking on
the sun shining on the treetops
on the western shore of the lake.
   Here is a water lily growing in the middle of the aisle
swayed like a float when bitten,
drowned. The leaves surrounding her were Pancakes under-
were drawn to the place where she was, and
slowly returned back, as if they understood
that they couldn't save her. Then disappeared under
with water a neighboring flower, another and another, and
soon there were no blooms left in the duct
water lilies.
   At the pier a naked girl emerged
a girl with flowing green hair,
put an armful of water lilies on it, climbed
I was on my own. Her body and face were unbearable
Naturally pale and as if they belonged
different people: body - with developed breasts and
wide hips - an adult girl, and
face - innocent and devoid of any
There were feelings or thoughts - the child is ignorant -
lenyshu. She stretched and looked at the green
eyes through narrowed eyelids with
green eyelashes in the setting sun,
raised her green Eyebrows dissatisfied and
I started to wring out my hair, long, to the point
flax, and thick. When she threw them over
chest, it turned out that there was no back andvisible
innards: gray-purple lungs, like
bunches of lilacs, Brown heart, similar to
a spider spreading a blue-red web
veins and arteries, gray intestines resembling
a ball of snakes - and all this was inactive,
because they don't need there was neither air nor
blood, no food. Having wrung out her hair, the girl
threw them back, hiding the insides from
other people's views, and began to weave a wreath from
yellow water lilies with light green flesh
with your stems, humming a song barely audible
Without words, reminiscent of the splashing of waves. Well,
attracted by her voice, moved from
boats on the dock, rubbed like a cat,
head on the girl's stomach and curled up black
a spiral on the White Hips, as if straight
cha from other people's views and fluffy green
triangle.
   Small fingers deftly wove the stems
in a wreath, lush flowers lined up in
row, friend to friend, and then the last one
Was connected to the first one. The girl put on her
head on, admired my reflection
in water. The green hoop merged with the water
los, and it seemed that the buds were inserted
right into them and by some miracle they don’t fall out.
The girl smiled joyfully and began to gurgle
feet, probably calling his sub-
new girlfriends to admire what
her wreath is beautiful and how it looks on
her.
   None of the girlfriends responded to the call -
collapsed, but the clatter of horses was heard in the forest.
torture The girl carefully removed the sleepy snake from
Hipsand lowered it into the water, ran across the
whether to the reeds, deep into them there were fathoms
two and sat down, covering her face and shoulders with her hair
themselves, which is why she looked like a high horse
where someone left a wreath of
water lilies.
   An unsaddled bay stallion carried out
forests on the shore of a lake, a fair-haired young man with
reddish fluff on the cheeks and chin,
dressed in an untucked shirt and trousers, ordered
tanned to the knees, and holding in his hand
one hundred whip a bunch of wormwood. The young man jumped off
horse, loudly slapped her on the croup,
Jumping into the lake, he immediately undressed. Covering up
shame with his hands, he ran along the dock and
fell chest-first into the water, and when he emerged,
hooted loudly, took off the light brown
blew seaweed and called the horse:
   - Ryzhik, come to me!.. Go, go, don’t
Be afraid!
   The stallion, who was drinking water, raised his head,
looked with big black eyes at the ho-
the husband and hesitantly waved his long black
long tail.
   - Catch up! - the young man shouted and swam along
passage to Big Water.
   Stallion is still indecisive for some time -
but he waved his tail, then neighed as if
urging himself on, and rushed after the owner
other I caught up at the end of the passage and swam
slower, head to head with the person.
   The girl silently got out of the reeds
to the Shore, walked around Disdainfully, like a cow
flatbread, a bunch of wormwood and a careful movement
as if she was afraid of getting burned by touching
was up tothe young man's shirt, the fabric was wrinkled and
xo laughed. Raising my shirt to my face,
sniffed it with animalistic suspicion
tew, wrinkled her nose, sniffed again and
laughed again. Noticing that the young man
returns to the Shore, she with one hand
pressed her shirt to her chest, the second grabbed
she took off her pants and hid in the nearby bushes.
   In shallow water the young man pulled from the bottom
algae and walked through them like a washcloth
along the withers, back, croup and belly of the horse.
The reddish fur, drying, began to sparkle with gold.
lot of sparkles. Having received a slap in the circle
Well, the stallion jumped out onto the Shore and fanned himself
wet black tail and began to pinch
grass The young man followed, jumped up and down,
started on the left leg, then on the right,
shaking water out of your ears. No clothes in place
it turned out that the young man looked for her,
looked at the forest.
   - Hey, who's up to the joke?
   I did not receive an answer.
   - Now someone will be poor! - prig-
the young man roared.
   A girl's laughter was heard from the bushes,
a branch snapped.
   The young man covered his lower abdomen with his hands and
he chuckled sheepishly.
   - Well, we fooled around - that’s enough, return it
clothes.
   “I won’t return it,” was heard from the bushes, “
so go.
   - Well, you say! - he was indignant. -
Give it back quickly, Shameless!
 - Nope!
   - I’ll take it by force and hit our soft spot -
I'm sculpting!
   - Oh-oh, how formidable we are!
   - Now you’ll find out! - The young man rushed towards
bushes.The girl, clutching his clothes to her chest,
ran across to the spruce forest. Covered with green waters
her body seemed to dissolve between
Christmas trees, noticeable There were only yellow jugs -
ki. She ran quickly, almost silently and,
did not seem to touch the thorny branches, which
who lashed the young man painfully, interfered with the persecution
and he soon fell behind the girl and
lost sight of her. Getting out onto the lawn
in the middle of a spruce forest, he sank heavily onto
grass and shouted pleadingly:
   - Hey, where are you?
   - Aw! - was heard behind him.
   The young man turned around and said wearily:
   - We played around and that’s enough, give it back.
   - Nope!
 - I can’t go back to de-
I'm jealous!
   - Stay here!
   - Night is soon, and now it’s a mermaid’s night
week, today is Thursday - Rusalchin is great
day: if they catch me, they will tickle me. - He's not-
crossed himself and looked around in fear
ronam. - Mother didn’t let me go to the lake -
ro, until he promised that he wouldn’t go swimming
I won’t even let go of the wormwood from my hands. - The young man...
looked at my empty hands and finished
sadly: - I forgot on the Shore!
   The girl laughed cheerfully.
   - Aren't you a mermaid by any chance?
   - No.
   - Somehow I haven’t met you before. B
do you live in a village on that shore?
   - Yes.
   - An, you're lying! I know everyone there, but you -
no.
   - And I’m lying - so what?!
   - Nothing... If you are not from that village
and not a mermaid - then where are you from?
   - From the lake. I don'tI'm quite a mermaid
Mavka.
   - Are you Mavka?! - the young man was surprised. -
Mavkas are drowned unbaptized children
guys, what a girl you are - a girl of marriageable age -
Nye!
   - Once upon a time I was small, but now
grown up.
   - Yes... - He scratched the back of his head, dangerously -
He looked around the darkened forest. - And you me
won't you tickle?
   - How is it?
   “Well, this is...” the young man faltered. - No
you know - and it’s not necessary.
   - I want to know, tell me.
   - Well, why do you...
   - I won’t return the clothes! - Mavka threatened.
   “I don’t know myself,” he cheated. -
You can ask your mermaid friends.
   - They don’t play with me, they say ma-
still lazy. That's when I'll become a mermaid...
 - And when will you become?
   - They don't talk. I’ll ask, and they’ll re-
blink and laugh, - she said offendedly
Mavka.
   - Yes... - The young man scratched the back of his head again -
locked and smiled slyly. - B came out, or something?
to the clearing, otherwise I start talking and don’t see
by whom.
   Mavka came out of the spruce forest and sat down nearby.
ku from the young man, putting his clothes in the middle
between him and himself. With both hands she, neither-
without any embarrassment, she threw her hair over
butt, revealing a beautiful child's face, the rest
ruddy breasts, a flat stomach and a fluffy trio-
hole at the bottom of it. The fact that the young man was shamed
When she looked away, she understood in her own way:
   - Ugly, don’t you like me?
   “Beautiful,” he barely managed to squeeze out.
   - Why are you turning away?
   “She’s naked, she’d cover herself,” he under-
pushed his shirtto her.
   - For what? - she didn’t understand. - You don't-
is it nice to look at my body?
   “It’s nice,” he answered, lowering his eyes.
he.
   - Well, look at your health! - She's over-
sat closer. - I like to admire it-
Fight when you swim: you are beautiful too. -
She touched his shoulder, scared
withdrew her hand. - How hot you are!
   - Really?! - the young man was surprised.
   - Well, yes! - She took his hand and...
lived on her own chest.
   “It’s because you’re cold,” he said.
he said, still looking away.
   “So warm me up,” she asked and
pressed herself against his shoulder.
   The young man pulled back and, smoothing out the rudeness,
said:
   -You're not very cold.
   Mavka laughed quietly and sat down close to
approached him and touched him with the tip of her forefinger.
body finger to the one hanging on the youthful
chest of a dark brown wooden chair
tick.
   - Give it to me.
   “You can’t,” said the young man. - I want it
They put it on at baptism. Here you are baptized, and
you... - He paused.
   - I want you to baptize me.
   - The priest does this, I don’t know how.
   “How can you do it,” she suggested and continued
Bavila with a prayer: - What do you feel sorry for?
   - No, only the strength of such baptism
will not have.
   - What if it happens? - Mavka suggested.
- Try it, huh?
   “Well, okay,” the young man agreed.
   Hastily muttering "Our Father," he
made the sign of the cross three times over her,
took off his gaitancross and put it on
Mavka's neck. She held the young man's hands on
her shoulders, whispered:
   - Now I’m baptized, and you can take
marry me right now.
   - But they get married in church, - not
he objected strongly, but his hands were not
ral.
   - They get married where they fall in love, -
Mavka said and kissed him.
   She lay with her eyes open, looking
looked up at the dark sky where they appeared
stars, dim, barely visible, and
it seems that they interest her more than
the young man's hasty caresses, but her eyelashes
trembled with Pain, the pupils dilated and
slowly narrowed, and appeared on the lips
WEAK SMILE. With her hand she began to stroke
live as a young man, trying to keep up with the beat
his movements, and when he tensed and fell asleep
moaned, Mavka also moaned, because
Something very hot exploded inside her -
which spread all over the body. She became
so hot, It’s like being dipped in boiling water, and
as slowly as boiling water cools down
warm weather, this heat left it and carried away
strength with her strength. Opening my eyes, I saw
la that the sky brightened and the stars disappeared
chezli, and remembered that it was time to return
into the lake. She tried to get out from under
young man, heavy and cold, could not and
piteously asked:
   - Get up, it’s hard for me... Do you hear?
   He didn't answer and didn't move.
   Having gathered the remnants of her strength, she still...crawled from under the young man and knelt down.
Wary, As if touching a miracle
body, ran her hand over her face,
neck, surprised that they were warm, holding
was on the left breast, catching the tremors of internal
ri.
   “Alive...” she said, laughing.
she. - Do you hear, I’m alive! - she shouted and
slapped the young man on the shoulder, hard and
lodny.
   Without waiting for a sound from him,
returned the young man to his back. They looked at her
eyes overflowing with whites, and she
screamed in horror and covered herself with her hands, and
then she fell with her head on the young man’s chest and
crying. Long green hair spread out
flowed over his body, exposing the girl's back with
Pale pink skin.
   The neighing of a horse coming from the lake,
made her break away from the young man. Ka-
for some time she sobbed, blurred
weeping tears down her pink cheeks, then
She closed the young man's eyes and kissed him on the lips.
   - We will be together: where you are, there I am: -
she swore and ran to the lake.
   At the edge of the cliff she stopped, grabbed
tugged at the gaitan with both hands and, quietly
sobbing, she rushed into the pool. Once they fled
circles, making the reeds rustle, and
a wreath with crumpled jugs surfaced
shredders and a wooden cross with a torn
Gaitan.




                    Alexander ChernoBrovkin



                 BOPTNIK

                 Story

  The pine was old, the bark was coveredgreen-
cottony gray growths, on the south side
height of three and a half fathoms there was
hollow, which was cornered and beaten to
kami, turning him into Bort, and hung him up a little
below on a bast rope Log, short
and heavy, and the bees, having flown out, some
time they circled around him, buzzing menacingly,
then they dropped a little lower, past the banner
- two crossed zarubins - to meet non-
invited guest. Ripping off the bark with his claws,
tree climbed a bear, large, mathematical
red, with long light brown fur.
He got to the Log, sniffed it, pushed it away
paw. The log was pumped out and returned to
place, hitting the beast on the ear. From Borti you-
dozens of bees flew at once, huddled together
A cloud, dark and constantly changing shape
mu, which seemed to settle on black meat-
th nose. The bear growled angrily at Bre-
obviously, and at the bees, he swatted the second one with his paw,
but didn’t touch the first one, moved to
north side of the pine tree, rose a little higher
neck and chewed through the bast rope.  log
fell on the ground covered with moss and
fallen needles, fell on its side,
rolled, crushing the lingonberry bushes from underneath
berries browned on top.  Several
the bees rushed after him, but soon returned
approached the beast, which was already sniffing
ki blocking access to Bort, Blazhen-
but he purred, sensing life, and carelessly pressed
the paw of bees, quickly flying out of
one of all holesafter another, why
one got the impression that from the hollow
The Infinite ones stretch out on their own,
whirring ropes.
  Bortnik is a thirty-year-old man, Korean
thick, the shoulders are almost wider than the
tall, with gray streaks in thick, dark blond,
short-cropped beard, dressed in
an old hat, shirt and ports, neatly
patched, shod in bast shoes with soles made of
rawhide belts, with a quiver and a bag for
back and a horn and a bow in his hands - Demon-
walked noisily from behind the bushes to a young sucker
no, who grew up not far from the old one. He came
threw a spear to a tree trunk, shaft
which was so embedded that
shone in the sun, just like the sharpened ones,
iron tips on the teeth. Leisurely-
effortlessly, as if he had done this many times
day, pulled an ash arrow from over his shoulder
with white, swan plumage, attached to
bowstring, with the other hand he pulled the Longbow,
tight, glued on the outside with dry
veins, and on the inside - horny pla-
mud. Taking careful aim, he fired
bear under the left shoulder blade. The arrow entered
the beast is half, and the white plumage is law-
swelled, echoing his convulsive movements.
The bear roared, pawed his back,
looking for a bee that is so painfully scary
lila. Quickly, but without fuss, Bortnik is all-
gave the bear a second arrow next to the first one,
Knocked him out of the tree. Light brown carcass
with a roarcollapsed to the ground, scraped it
front paws, scattering moss and old
pine needles The predator turned around, burst out poured -
with my bloody eyes, seeing a man, barked
zeroed furiously.  He stood on his hind legs
raised the front ones with large sharp claws -
mi and threw it on Bortnik, intending
crush it under you and gnaw it with yellow teeth
Bami that didn't seem to fit in
mouth, tore it apart, and therefore flowed from
corners of pink drool. The beekeeper leaned
bow to the tree and took the spear, intercepted
more handily and, aiming the teeth of the bear at
chest, rested the lower end of the shaft on the ground,
I pressed it with my foot so that it wouldn’t poke in. Beast
not noticing the sharpened, iron fangs,
fell on a man. The beekeeper is more tenacious uh-
grabbed the shaft, which began to bend when
Yes, the teeth fit into the bear's chest along the
war, and leaned back a little so as not to
fall under the paws.  They took in the air
They raked under themselves and hung down, a little
trembling when from the mouth along with the thick,
almost black blood burst out choked Bis-
that is, a hoarse growl-moan. Beast head
drooped, the body weakened, it leaned harder
on a spear bent in an arc and on a span
crawled into the ground.  The beekeeper intercepted her
higher, almost pressed against the light brown
new carcass, smelled the sharp smell of the beast and
sweetish - blood, pressed the spear,
to move to the side. The bear fell on
left side, paw was on the muzzle,prik-
dug her eyes, as if the beast did not want to see
his killer.
  The beekeeper pulled out the spear and wiped it with moss
blood from the teeth and earth from the lower end,
leaned it against a tree next to the bow. From tor-
If only he had taken out tree-climbing thorns and two
ropes, short and long, woven from
hemp.  He attached the spikes with straps to the paws
here, tied a long rope to the Log,
knocked down by a beast, and a short one - facing himself
tree, but so that between the body and the trunk
there was space left and it was possible
move the rope up and down freely.
Having deftly climbed up to Borti, he leaned back
onto a short rope, carrying it
Most of my weight was pulled up
Log. Having tied him so that it would drive him away
the next uninvited guest, not like that
smart as a dead man, he slowly lowered
to the ground.  A dozen bees circled
near him, but none of them stung.
  A shaggy, broad-chested dog with a stubby
I tore the shortened chain with my ears and tail
and choked in barking, wheezed and splashed
saliva with such fury, as if in the yard
a pack of wolves was in charge, but they weren’t crunching
oats sprinkled with a generous hand directly on
land, four saddled horses, which
snorted kindly at the chickens, cackling
cawing almost from under the hooves, long narrow
grains. It seemed like there was nothing in the world that
could cause great hostility in the dog
deBness, but when nightingaleThe mare was preparing
caught by Bortnik, dragged a dragnet into the yard
shu with a dead bear, the dog seemed to increase
was in size due to standing on end
wool and no longer barked, but howled transmitting
collared throat. Standing with a candle on
hind legs and holding tight
that chain, he wiggled his paws and moved his bulging
eyes painful from strain, and from the mouth of the pa-
gave flakes of foam. The beekeeper looked at him with disdain.
fell on saddled horses, on scattered
oats in the yard, took a spear from the drag
and, spanking the nightingale mare, so that she would go to
barn, headed towards the porch.
  The door of the hut opened and onto the porch
two Boyar swordsmen fought, wiped their lips
They'd be sticky from the mead. Then another came out
one, dressed richly and wearing a taller hat.
His hand lay on the shoulder of a ten-year-old girl.
daughters, daughter of Bortnik, high-cheeked and horse-haired
patoy, strong build, but a little
slimmer than father, dressed in a linen shirt
to the toes, for some reason belted in dark-coloured
Rich rawhide belt. The couple came out
Shaya was the first, went down the porch, went in with
Sides to the stopped Bortnik. Their hands
lay on the handles, and full of played
the eyes of contempt did not lose sight of the teeth
horns. The elder blocked the girl,
He squeezed her shoulder tighter and threatened Bortney.
ku:
  - Don’t try to fool around!  You understand, we
forced people, whatever they order, then and there
bark!
  The beekeeper intercepted the spear more conveniently,
looked atswordsmen approaching
him from the sides, to the dog, who had forgotten about the medical
veda and eager to gnaw on the uninvited
guests, on the girl on whose neck lay
strong male hand, thumb - on
throat, ready to crush at any moment - and
dropped the weapon.
 “Knit,” said the senior swordsman.
  The assistants deftly carried out the order.
  The elder came down from the porch and pushed
the girl, allowing her to say goodbye to her father.
She stopped in her step, not daring to
come closer, glared at Bortnik,
full of love, bestial, sacrificial - number
that little wolf cub, order your father, to grab onto
throat of the swordsman, Will gnaw until he kills
they eat, and even then they won’t unclench their teeth. She
I was waiting for such an order. But Bortnik seems
I wouldn't notice her.
  - Why didn’t I please Boyarin? Or three
Did he find the barrels of honey not enough?
  “Two,” answered the elder. - One at a time
They broke up on the road.
  - The biggest one?
  - Her own. And in the rest the honey had -
xia... not that... - mixed something or on-
whispered - you know better. Everyone who asked
Boval, they are shaking their stomachs.
  - You never know why your stomach can hurt?!
Would you like to drink an infusion of curly kulir on an empty stomach?
- the illness would have vanished as if by hand.
  - We’ll come to Boyarin, and you can tell him.
He has been lying there for three days and has already turned green. BOTH
I wanted to put you on a stake as soon as I arrived
we're taking.
  - Well, Granny said it in two, -
Bortnik objected and turned todaughters. -
Look after the house.  Take it off the bear
salt the skin and meat, and save the left paw:
helps with insomnia, - he winked before -
cherry. - Mow the grass, but not halfway -
night at the Swamp, otherwise you might break your scythe
gap-grass. And a bag of cuckoo grass -
Don’t touch our tears that hang by the stove:
my memory completely fails me, and I also forget-
come on! - He said, smiling sadly.
- Well, let's go, otherwise we won't make it before dark.
  “Let’s finish,” the elder disagreed.
Climbing onto a horse that is trembling
caught the bear spirit with her nostrils and anxiously
moved her hooves.
 One of the swordsmen put Bortnik in a pose
get yourself on a horse. The girl saw them off
to the gate, looked at the bow and quiver with
arrows in the drag, on the left paw of the bear
over whom a swarm of flies, black,
gray, green.


  The old moon tried to butt with sharp
the horns of a fat cloud floating by,
so as not to close it, let it shine
to the meadow near the Swamp, where Bortnik’s daughter
I would have fought off the surrounding area with my scythe.
neck her enemy army - tall grass.
The blade cut the pe-
rare enemies under the root, laying them on
the ground in a semicircular strip. Such stripes
It was already ten-thirty, they were stretching from
edges of the forest, where tangled solo-
a mare who seemed gray in the moonlight
ribbed, and under the old crooked Birch
the shaggy dog lay withchopped off ears and
tail and at every unfamiliar sound
raised his head, sniffed and opened
he tore his mouth open as if he was scaring invisible enemies
sharp fangs.
  The scythe clinked and flew apart for two hours -
tee. The sound was so piercing that it was
The shad shied away and snored, and the dog
growled menacingly. The girl collected grass from
that place, carried it into a shallow depression,
filled with rainwater.  Almost all
the grass remained floating on the surface,
the girl took her to one side so that
visible was the bottom on which lay a thin
blade of grass with two quadrangular leaves
kami. Bortnik's daughter took it out, turned it
la in her hand, looking at it. In the air
Vinka blushed as if from embarrassment,
La color of red gold. She was soft
ka, pliable, easily rolled up into
ring and quickly unfolded,
it was worth letting go, but when the girl reached
she hit a fragment of the scythe, which pierced
tinkled loudly and broke up into several
parts. The girl put the gap-grass in
bag, strapped to the saddle, where it was already
la bear paw and a bag of grass ku-
Kushka's tears. Dexterously jumping into the saddle, she
whistled for the dog, galloped through the night forest,
frozen, cautiously assimilating the knocking
horse hooves.


  Moving out of Ba stood on the square next to
Boyar's courtyard and opposite the church. B top-
their rooms were dark andquiet, asleep
everything, and in the basement there was a small window glowing
school - the child can barely stick his head through, - for-
made by Bullish Bubble. On the far side
the guard's mallet was tapping on the village's face and
Occasionally the dog lamented. They barked and
in the Boyarsky yard, sensing someone else's dog, but
since he did not respond, they soon became quiet.
Bortnik's daughter got off her horse at the hut,
tied her to the hitching post and showed her with her hand
the dog that would be lying here.  She took out
sacks of bear's paw, tear-grass and cucu-
Shkin's tears, went up to the iron-clad
there was a knock on the door leading to the basement.
  - Lord Jesus Xpucte, have mercy on us!
  - Amen! - was heard behind the men's door
voice. -Who did the difficult one bring there?
  - I am Bortnik’s daughter.
  - When you come in the morning, he has no time for you now.
  - I need to return home by morning, for
There is no one to look after the household. I do a lot
brought, enough for everyone, and some mead
ly jug.
  “Let her go,” another man said.
voice shaking as if speaking
I was riding in a shaking cart.
  The oak lock creaked, the door opened
rummaged. Blackbeard and crooked to the right
eye kat with sinewy hands looked around the girl
looking from head to toe, trying to find
you have a jug of mead. Bortnik's daughter
brought her left bear paw to his face,
similar to human, only too much
overgrown, led it left and right - and as if
smeared with thick glue: eyeskata slip-
their cheeks and lips became limp and blurred. He
swayed and, holding his hand to the wall,
well, I went down the three steps of the stairs
into a small room, low and narrow, in which
there was a table and two benches, and on the wall hung
instruments of torture.  Kat got to Nearby
benches and collapsed on her as if he had been cut down.
His comrade, low-browed and with twisted
nostrils, as if filled with lumps of black
hair, opened his mouth slightly, intending to curse
to rush, but didn’t have time, because it’s bearish
paw with bent clawed toes
I hesitated in front of his face.
  The second cat managed to yawn before
fell into a dead sleep.
  The girl approached the little oak tree
doors with a barred window at the top and
locked with a padlock, large and rusty
vy. Through the window from the basement there was a draft
growth, rot, feces, blood and
burnt meat. The girl touched once
rushing through the grass to the castle, he squealed pitifully
and broke into several pieces, stinking
lo tar.  She opened the door, froze
threshold, getting used to the stench and darkness.
  “Go straight,” the father called from the depths.
basement
  The girl put her hands forward and walked
a few steps, getting tangled in the straw,
rotten and damp.
  - A little to the left. Stop. Turn to the door.
  The girl turned around and noticed to the left
himself and a little ahead of him lying on the floor from -
tsa, whose legs were shackled in shackles
ly attached to the ring inwall. On the gru-
di Bortnik sat a white mouse, washing
las. When the tearing ringed shrilly
wearing shackles, the mouse slowly climbed down from
man, ran into a hole under the wall.
  “Help me get up,” the father asked.
  His back was striped with whips,
you won’t find a living place, but I’ll twist my arms
stuck in the joints, did not move. With
to his daughter he came out of the basement and got to
hitching posts.
  - Did you bring cuckoo tears? - asked
he is a daughter.
  - Yes.
  - Give it to the dog.
  He crouched down in front of the male dog, in whose teeth
Rogo There was a bundle of cuckoo tears grass,
and imagined him entering Boya's yard
Rina, quickly runs up to the well and drops
a knot into it, and then, without entering into the fight,
Ku with the Boyar dogs, runs out into the street
tsu.
  “Open the gates for him,” he said to his daughter.
ri.
  The girl approached the Boyarsky gate
yard, stuck a blade of grass with two four-
coal leaves into the gap of the gate. According to that
iron clinked towards the gate and was frightened
the dogs howled. The gate is slightly open
was gone, the dog dived into the gap and disappeared. Via
for some time in the depths of the yard it was heard
Dog barking, heart-rending, polyphonic. Barking
rolled towards the gate. Dog with chopped off
ears and tail jumped out of the yard,
returned, raising the hair on the withers, and with
joyful Shine in the burning eyes is suitable
prepared for a fight, waiting for the first
The dog will jump out of the gate. Notwaited
because the girl spent in front of the doggy-
with our muzzles like a bear's paw - and in the village
Silence fell again, no one was following anyone
chased and did not bark at anyone.
  - This bear scared the horses, which
brought my honey to Boyarin, because of him and
The Big Barrel was beating, after drinking it,
They would have forgotten about you and me. Now they'll get drunk
water from the well - and yet they will forget,
so that they don’t get lost on the hunt again and by chance...
but they won’t stumble,” Bortnik said.
  The daughter helped him sit in the saddle, herself
settled down behind her and, holding with one hand
reins, and the other - her father, galloped along
Deserted night street. The dog ran behind
Earless and Tailless, and the barking of dogs rolled
from the yards they passed by.