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.
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