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My name is Kiryanova Ksenia, I am 13 years old. I live in Novokuznetsk, Kemerovo Region. I study at secondary school No. 56 in the 8A class.
I have been attending music school for 3 years now. I play the piano. In my free time, I read fiction, write stories and fairy tales.
I would like to present one of my fairy tales to your attention.
Fairy tale "Masha and the magic crystal"
There lived a girl. Her name was Masha. Once Masha went into the forest, looking, an old, elderly grandmother was walking towards her. The girl, of course, was frightened, but she still went to meet this grandmother.
Masha was very afraid because this grandmother was terribly scary. Her hair was tousled, her face was full of warts, and her ears were protruding, like those of Cheburashka. In fact, she looked terrible. Masha tried to stay away from her, but the grandmother came closer and closer.
Finally, they caught up with Masha, and the grandmother asked: “Girl, what are you doing in the forest alone?”. And the girl says: "I'm lost and I can't find my way back." And the grandmother replies: “I will help you. I will give you a magic crystal, it will help you remember the way home. You go ahead and look at the crystal more often. If it turns red, then you are on the wrong path, and if it turns blue, you are on the right track. But remember, do not put the crystal in your pocket, because it is slippery and can fall out of it. Understood?" - asked the grandmother. "It's clear!" - answered Masha.
And she went. Masha walks, walks, looks, a beautiful, singing doll lies on the ground ahead. Masha liked her immediately. The girl wanted to take this doll, and she decided to put the crystal in her pocket, but she remembered what her grandmother had told her. Then Masha thought: “What can happen? I'll put it down for a while." She took the doll and put the crystal in her pocket. But as she leaned over, the crystal fell out and rolled into the bushes. And Masha goes, plays with a doll and did not even notice that the crystal fell out.
Masha has reached three roads and does not know where to go next. I remembered about the crystal, put my hand in my pocket, but there was no crystal. The girl began to cry. But then she thought: I will choose the brightest path and went along the first path.
He goes further, sees a large lake, no boats, no logs. Masha began to think about how to get to the other side. I thought, thought, sees my grandmother sitting on a stump, which gave her a crystal. The girl approached her and asked: “Grandma, don’t you know how to cross to the other side?”, And the grandmother says: “The crystal will show you the way.”
Masha replies: “Yes, I lost the crystal,” and grandmother says: “Now I will try to drink the lake, and as soon as I drink it, you run. As soon as you reach the middle, you will throw this stick into the hole, and it will turn into a boat. You sit in it and shout to me that you are ready. I will throw out the water, and the wave will carry you to the other shore.
Masha took the stick, and the grandmother drank the water. The girl ran and threw a stick on the ground, it turned into a boat. Masha got into the boat and shouted to her grandmother that she was ready. The old woman puffed out her cheeks, then how burst! Water filled the lake, and Masha was carried to the other side to mom and dad. The girl was very glad that she returned home. And the doll remained in her memory. Here the fairy tale ends.
The work was sent by Tkachenko Svetlana Gennadievna,
teacher of literature, secondary school No. 56, Novokuznetsk
In memory of the remarkable Russian artist Nikolai Alexandrovich Zarubin, who untimely passed away from us at the age of 50…
White noise…
In this noise of departed friends voices.
Wait…
Wait…
Wait half an hour!
I didn't have time to say anything!
About you…
About you…
About you alone...
Our Earth has not always existed. For a very long time, not only we and our parents were NOT, but the Earth, too.
Although, every self-respecting child does not understand: how it was not me, here I am - I am!
And yet. In those old - old times, a completely different Planet floated across the boundless expanses of the Young Universe.
And it was so huge that not just people lived on it, but Giants. But these were not at all such Giants as in our usual fairy tales. To say that they were kind and beautiful would be an understatement! They were beautiful, like Gods, and kind, like Perfect Kindness itself!
Just imagine the most ordinary giant family. Five persons. Mother-in-law, father, mother and two sons.
In our ordinary family, it’s like: a mother-in-law with a son-in-law “on knives”, naughty children, an angry and tired mother, and the head of the family drinks (and not only on holidays) ... Of course, not everyone is like that. But - a lot.
And in an ordinary giant family, the House was the Sacred Temple of Love. You can't swear in church, right? So they didn't fight!
Not only that, everyone in this family was usually so talented that…
There was simply nowhere to hang pictures. Books lay everywhere, cats sat on them, and it took at least three days to find a book. And in order to persuade a neighbor to listen to the music that he had just composed, the self-respecting Giant had to read in return ten poems in a row composed by the mistress of the house! Well, yes, they also wrote poetry! And they sang songs to these verses with beautiful giant voices!
And in this family, about which I am telling you, it was also like that. Grandmother painted wonderful still lifes. In her paintings, as if alive, huge Sunflowers shone, reddened by Poppies, lilac lilac ... It is impossible to tear yourself away! I imagine all this splendor, and immediately the New Fairy Tale begins to compose itself!
No, that's not possible! Remind me somewhere in October, so be it, I'll tell you Grandma's Big Tale ...
Mom in this extraordinary family was considered Our Girl, and no serious housework was entrusted to her.
Yes, if they had trusted ... Mom had VERY no time: she also painted pictures, poems and sang more. You ask how she managed to give birth to two sons with such employment? I don't understand myself. Probably, in giant families, children were still found in cabbage. However, my mother felt the same way. No wonder one of her magnificent paintings was called: "They found me in cabbage."
Look later, it’s probably on the Internet ... But what, again, you didn’t guess that today I’m not telling you any fairy tale?
Everything was so.
Now about sons. The youngest of them was a musician. Very good. Although in appearance he looked more like a pirate than a musician. But looks are often deceiving. You know this without me! And he also knew how to do all sorts of useful things. A very rare skill, I must say, both then and now - even more so.
And the older brother was an artist and philosopher. And also a storyteller.
He taught me to tell stories. Even though he was younger...
But the most talented in this wonderful giant family was Papa. It's even breathtaking, as you can imagine how many magical paintings he created! There are no words in our language that could describe these pictures! The very creation of the world was captured almost every second! Time flowed in his paintings, waterfalls of shades shimmered into all sorts of streamlined bizarre forms ... And everything on these wonderful canvases was alive, even trees, clouds, water, earth and fire ... And the air was alive too.
And the most interesting thing is that other Giants - both artists and not very much, loved this Giant at all and not for the paintings. He was a VERY kind guy. Everyone immediately guessed about it by his beautiful shining eyes and ... - that's right - they began to use it! Human nature here is not much different from the giant! If a person so willingly and happily responds to every movement of your suffering soul, then for some reason it is tempting to do some petty dirty trick to him in response. To not be recognized. And generally speaking.
The giant dad was very worried about this wire. Already other such Good Giants said and said to him: do not let so many people close to your Soul! And all to no avail!
And, instead of looking again for the basis of universal harmony in the era of the collapse of times (If you didn’t understand anything, don’t worry. Few people understand this at all!) Our Good Giant rushed to help. Take the cat out of the tree. Or a huge picture to transport to the other end of the city.
And it so happened that ... Well, why is it that in fairy tales and in life the worst always happens! I don't even want to talk. But once you start...
Another Giant (also a good artist) needed Magic Crystals to complete another Good Painting. It took three days and three nights to follow them. And be sure to walk. Otherwise, the Crystals ceased to be Magic. And, of course, our Good Philosopher-Giant went for these crystals. He had just three free days. Why didn't the Good Artist himself go? I don't know. Looks like he was busy.
Crystals, if properly crushed and added to paint, gave any picture an additional charm, truthfulness and something else. The Good Giant himself NEVER used these crystals, and without that, his colors were the most, most magical in the entire Universe.
But for a friend, he still brought these crystals. And he fell and ... did not rise again. The heart failed.
…Today I am telling a VERY truthful one. Fairy tale. And therefore I simply CANNOT calm you down and write that, for example, some Fairy came and revived our Giant. Maybe someone in that World was saved in this way, but ...
The good Giant is gone forever.
His beautiful family was orphaned. But there were pictures And - memory.
What happens to the paintings of the Real Artist when he leaves us is not exactly known. Some believe that part of the artist's soul forever remains on Earth in the form of White Noise. He hovers somewhere near his paintings, and sometimes he suggests something useful to the kindest and most sensitive people ... So, when you come to an exhibition, do you notice anything? Sometimes it seems that this picture is written as if about you and for you alone. And I really don't want to leave...
I recently heard that death is not the worst thing that can happen to a person. Probably so. And the fact that today we have so warmly remembered our Good Giant is very good. Both for him and for us.
... Every year, in February, on the birthday of the Good Giant, I go outside - in a blizzard or in a snowy fog.
And there, in the fresh air, among the Universal White Noise,
I hear the Giant's voice. He reads his only poem:
Soft snow fell
On sharp roofs...
Three girls lived in a small quiet town: Marina, Katya and Sonya. They went to the same school and in the same class. The girls were best friends, always and everywhere went together. But one day an extraordinary, unforeseen incident happened to them ...
The city in which they lived was surrounded by forests. On the right, the forest is rare, but very beautiful, and on the left, it is dense and very scary. There was a house on the outskirts, the grandfather-forester lived in it. He was given the nickname Forester. This old man is small, thin, with a beard to his knees, he doesn’t look scary at all, but if you look into his eyes, he’s trembling. They said that this Forester was a shaman or some kind of sorcerer, because he knew how to predict not only the weather. But these were only rumors, although they were still afraid to go to him. Once in the town there was no snow at all in winter, and all the inhabitants were in a bad mood: the New Year was coming soon. They loved the snowy winter.
In the morning, Katya was going to school, looked out the window at the gray dusty road, at the bare trees. A terrible thought came by itself: “Is it really not going to be winter?!”. At this time, Sonya had already left the house and saw a dirty, ugly street. She was frightened and thought: “Is it really not going to snow?!”. And Marina lived near the forest. She looked at the beautiful forest, but it does not beckon with beauty as before, but frightens with darkness. She turned around and saw: the terrible forest shone and shimmered, sparkled in the sun, snow glistened on the tops of pines and fir trees, and the crunch of someone's steps was heard from the thicket. Marina ran to school. She told her friends about what she saw and suggested:
- Katya, Sonya, maybe we should go to the Forester?
- Are you completely out of your mind? Katya exclaimed. - How to pounce on us and ...
- Don't continue, - Marina interrupted her, - you're right, it's very risky!
- But you have to try! What is winter without snow?! And you look at the forests, something is wrong with them! Don't you see?! Something needs to be done about this! Sonya continued.
- Aren't you scared?
- It's scary, but if we leave everything like that, then my conscience will simply torment me, - the girl answered confidently.
- You're right, but aren't you afraid, Katya? Marina asked.
"It's scary," Katya said timidly.
- Okay, we need to go, - Sonya confidently went forward, followed by Katya and Marina.
There were gray clouds in the sky, the road, the trees were also gray. The girls were approaching the Forester's house, fear flickering in their eyes. They came closer, an old man ran out to meet them:
- Who you are!? Why did you come here!?
“We came to find out what happened to the city,” Sonya said in a trembling voice.
- I won't tell you anything! Go away! And don't come back! shouted the old man.
No, we're just not leaving! Katya answered him.
- We must find out what happened to the city! Marina picked it up.
- And why is all this happening! Katya finished.
- Ah, so it is!? the old man got angry. The girls stepped back. - Come in, - the Forester suddenly continued amiably and opened the door, letting the girls go forward. They entered the house and saw various magic crystals on the shelves.
So you are a sorcerer? Katya asked calmly.
- No, I'm not a sorcerer, I'm a wizard, - the Forest Warden answered with a very kind smile, - if you want to know what happened in the city, then you must confess to me, are you ready to save him?
- I'm ready, - Marina said confidently, but with fear in her eyes.
“And we,” Katya and Sonya picked up in unison.
- Then listen. Once upon a time, very, very long ago, when the terrible forest was the only beautiful corner in this valley, there was a house in the thicket in the clearing. A girl lived in it. She had a mirror with four crystals, each crystal representing a season. Blue crystal - winter, green - spring, red - summer, yellow - autumn. Once the evil witch Anna stole all the crystals. And in our valley the weather disappeared, darkness covered the whole earth every day. But at that time, my team and I were able to defeat the sorceress and return the crystals. Now the same thing happened. You need to defeat the sorceress and return the crystals to their place.
- And where do we need to go?
- In a bad forest! You must find that girl, she will tell you where to look for the witch. But remember: for everything about everything you are given five days. And one more thing: in a scary forest, you must be very careful and think only about how to return the crystals and defeat the sorceress! – the Forester warned and showed the way to the forest.
The girls ended up in the forest knee-deep in a snowdrift. There is a lot of snow, but it is warm, it is even hot in thin jackets. They took off their jackets and started playing snowballs, building a snowman and just swimming in the snow. Finally, the girls got tired and sat down under a big Christmas tree. And suddenly a cell phone rang in the pocket of someone's jacket. It turned out that this is Katya's phone, it contains a reminder: "January 31, 16:50 to go to the art school."
- Girls! Katya exclaimed.
- What happened? Sonya asked.
- Today is January 31st! We've been here for two days! Katya screamed.
- How!? It just can't be! We, we just couldn't be here for two whole days, personally it seemed to me that only two hours had passed! Marina was surprised.
- Remember what the Forester warned about! This forest does not want us to continue on our way. And he will do everything to stop us, so we should only think about how to find the sorceress and return the crystals! Sonya argued.
- You're right, we need to go, - Marina supported her.
“Then go ahead, we only have three days left!” Katya said.
The girls walked into the woods. They had been walking for several hours and were very tired. Suddenly, a hare jumped out from behind the snowy bushes and spoke in a human voice:
- Hey hello! Who are you?
- I am Sonya, this is Marina and Katya. And we are looking for a girl who lives in the thicket of the forest, - answered Sonya.
- Where are you from, people? Stop, stop, why do you need Anastasia?! the hare asked rudely.
- We are looking for her to learn more about the sorceress Anna and the crystals, - Marina answered.
- And so you are the lifeguards. The Forester told me a lot about you that you would come and save the valley! Forgive me for being rude, let me introduce myself - Yurokov, but you can call me Yurok, - the hare changed his anger to mercy. - Very glad to meet you. Maybe you can help find Anastasia?
- Yes, of course, if it's not difficult for you! Katya asked kindly.
- Well, let's go! - the hare called them and galloped forward. They walked all day, the girls told him a story about crystals and a witch. It began to get dark, the path narrowed, the branches blocked the entire road, as if deliberately interfering with them, but the girls did not even think of stopping. Finally, we came to a small but very beautiful hut. A girl came out to meet them.
- Hi, Yurok! Hello girls! You are the so-called rescuers. I'm Anastasia, and you?
- I am Marina.
- I'm Sonya.
- I'm Katya.
- Come in, go to bed on any bed you like. The morning is wiser than the evening. Goodnight!
The girls entered the house and immediately fell asleep from fatigue. The night was calm and quiet. Anastasia woke them up in the morning:
- Girls, wake up! It's time for you to go, the darkness is near.
The girls jumped up, began to dress, having breakfast, they set off, Anastasia gave them a mirror and said:
- You must be very careful! When you defeat the sorceress, insert the crystals at sunset into the mirror and then the valley and the whole Earth will be saved. If you do not have time, then the whole Earth will perish. Here's a magic clock for you, they will tell you how much is left before sunset. Farewell.
She clapped her hands, and they were in a clear clearing. Trees in the distance behind. Gray and naked. It was getting colder. They walked and walked and finally saw the road, it was made of ice.
“Now skates and warm clothes,” Katya said dreamily. And at the same moment, fur coats and skates appeared on the girls.
- So the magic began ... - Sonya added timidly, and they drove on. The girls approached the sorceress, fear flickered in their eyes. Here on the horizon in the fog the outlines of the castle appeared.
“So that’s where she’s hiding,” Marina said in a trembling voice. They drove up to the castle, and the skates suddenly disappeared.
The girls stood in front of the steps that led into the mist. It felt like they were leading nowhere. Katya looked at her watch: there was an hour left before sunset.
- We must hurry...
The girls climbed into the fog, taking a step, they saw a tall castle. Already standing in front of the door, Sonya could not stand it:
- I cant! I'm very scared, let's go back!
- Not! We must finish everything! - Marina exclaimed confidently and opened the door.
They entered the castle, before them lay the red carpet, at the very end stood the ice throne. Anna was sitting on the throne, next to her was a pedestal on which lay four crystals of bright color.
- Come here! Anna ordered. The girls approached the witch.
- What would you like?
- We want to take the crystals! Sonya answered.
- What?! Not! I won't give them to you!
We'll still take them! – confidently said Marina.
- Never! Don't you dare yell at me, little girl! - Anna exclaimed and launched a stream of ice fire into Marina. Marina fell on the transparent floor of the hall.
- Not! Katya screamed. - How can you!
We will still defeat you and save everyone! Sonya exclaimed.
- You me? So funny! You little girls can't beat me! Anna laughed.
The girls embraced and said to each other:
- I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for everything!
The stream of fire did not hit them, as if someone was protecting them.
- Our friendship will help defeat the evil Anna.
They joined hands and focused all their energy on Anna. She fell on the throne. But the sorceress quickly got up and turned her power on them. The girls, holding hands, reflected it. Ice rays hit the witch right in the heart, she froze from her own malice. Katya looked at her watch, there was a minute left before sunset:
- Hurry, there's a minute left! Katya exclaimed.
Sonya ran up to the crystals, grabbed them and went to Katya. The blue crystal slipped out of her hands, but Marina managed to catch it. They ran up to Katya:
- How much is left?!
- Twenty seconds. First crystal, second, third, fourth... Five seconds left. Head for the sunset!
The last rays of the sun filled the crystals, and the whole planet, every corner of it, acquired its own colors, its own season.
- We made it! the girls exclaimed in unison.
And suddenly the castle disappeared. In its place, a new forest grew up, which united all the forests. The girls returned home. No one even noticed that they were gone. Only girlfriends and their fabulous friends knew that the world was saved! Winter has begun in the town. Before the New Year were the last moments.
In a distant country there lived a boy, and he had a mother, but they did not have a father. The boy was five or six years old and he went to kindergarten, like most children of his age. The boy was the smallest in the group and the most shy, so the rest of the children often offended the boy and laughed at him: either they would take away the toys, or call them names.
The poor boy came home and wanted to complain to his mother about how his children offend, but suddenly he heard his mother talking on the phone with her friend and crying. And my mother said how everyone at work does not like her, how her boss mocks her, insults her, and all her colleagues laugh.
And the boy felt sorry for his mother, and he did not tell her how his children offended him in the kindergarten, but decided to help himself and his mother himself: to find a way to make everything change so that people become kind, and no one else did not offend anyone and did not ridicule. And so great was the boy's desire to make all people good that the angels decided to help him. They appeared to him in a dream and taught the boy a magical way to change people and the whole world.
While the boy was sleeping, the angels inserted a magic crystal of love into his heart and told him that if someone suddenly offends him or others, makes fun of someone, just turn on your magic crystal of love and imagine how it flashes with snow-white light , fills the whole body with warm and gentle energy of love, and then release a powerful beam of love energy from the chest, directing it to that person or several people who are behaving badly, and they will literally change their behavior before our eyes.
In the morning the boy, inspired by the story of the angels, boldly went to the kindergarten to test this miraculous remedy that the angels had given him. Arriving in the garden, he saw how one of the boys offends the girl. He immediately sent a ray of love from his heart to the boy, filled him to the brim with snow-white warm and pleasant energy of love, and after a few minutes the boy stopped playing around and offending the girl.
The boy's delight knew no bounds. All day long he trained and filled himself and others with the energy of love in the most difficult offensive and unfair situations, and as if by magic, all the most difficult situations changed and simply dissolved in love. When his mother took the boy home, he told her about his wonderful way to change the world. Of course, at first, the mother did not believe her son and thought that this was a child's game and the kids did not understand anything about the problems of adults.
In the morning, when my mother came to work, her boss immediately called her and began to scold her unfairly. She was so offended that she had no strength to endure, and in despair she remembered the words of her son and decided to try the magic remedy. She asked the angels to turn on the crystal of love in her heart. The crystal immediately ignited, filled the mother with a beautiful magical all-conquering and all-reconciling energy of love, and a powerful beam escaped from her heart right into the heart of her boss. A minute later he was filled with light and love, fell silent and stopped scolding and unfairly offending the boy's mother.
Mom began to use this method every day, and one fine day her boss proposed to her to marry him, and she agreed. The boy also liked him very much, and they lived happily ever after and told everyone about this wonderful tool to change the world for the better. Every day there were more and more happy people living in love, and over time, all wars stopped, people stopped offending each other, and love reigned on Earth ...
Little Alla was playing in the yard. The holidays were in full swing at the school, the cheerful summer sun was shining on the street, and the parents decided to send the girl from the stuffy city apartment to the village of Tolokontsevo to Baba Nastya. The right word to say, the granny had a house that was needed: behind a high brick fence stood a chic two-story mansion with carved architraves on the windows. The wide yard housed: a playground, which Alla's dad specially ordered for her, a small cherry orchard, a flower bed surrounded by a red brick border and a pool with a fountain on the inside of the house.
There was, however, still an old barn in the far corner of the yard. Why this barn was needed, Alla did not know, because, as far as she could remember, no one had ever used it. They didn’t break it, but they didn’t open it either. Alla once asked her grandmother:
Grandma, why do you need this barn? He's old and not handsome at all. Come on, dad will hire workers and they will break him!
Baba Nastya then only looked angrily at her granddaughter and answered:
Curious Varvara's nose was torn off at the market! Before his death, your grandfather ordered not to touch this closet, and forbade him to open it. Don't go there, there's nothing for you to do there! Your dad wants to demolish it for a long time, but this will not happen while I'm alive!
It was to this closet that the jump rope led Alla. And a strange thing: the girl never suffered from idle curiosity, but it suddenly made her want to look inside so much, she had no strength! Indeed: what kind of closet is this mysterious one that cannot be opened, and it is forbidden to break it? The closet stood for many years - Alla's mother was not yet in the world, and it had already been built - but the wooden boards, although darkened with time, did not rot. The door was bound with thick iron, and an old barn lock hung outside. The castle was unusual: inside the intricate pattern, incomprehensible symbols or letters could be seen.
The girl ran her hand over the lock... And here a very strange thing happened: the darling, which had not been opened for years and rusted from time to time, suddenly unfastened itself, the lock fell to the floor and the heavy door slowly, with a creak, opened the passage to the closet. Allah entered. Heavy, stale, damp air hit her face, the girl felt dizzy, her eyes darkened, and she lost consciousness.
Alla woke up from a fresh breeze and an incomprehensible rustling. I got up on my elbow - my head was still spinning and it hurt a lot. There was no barn, house, yard in sight. In general, there was no village. There was a large clearing surrounded by dense forest. Two people were sitting nearby: one was a man in his 60s, the other was a young man of about twenty years of age. They were dressed unusually: spacious shirts girded with red ribbons, rims on their heads, picking up long hair, old-fashioned boots - in general, the characters of Russian fairy tales, and nothing more. The elder polished his boots with a rag, and the younger looked sadly into the distance.
And you are in the fairy tale, - as if answering the girl's thoughts, the elder said, without stopping his work.
Who are you, and where is Grandma's house? - Alla asked, leaning on her elbow, and holding her sore head with her other hand.
Grandma's house remained in your time, which will come very soon. Baba Nastya told you: "Don't go to the closet." You didn't listen. Now pay up. Your grandfather found a transition to another time, a corridor, a "portal", as they call it in your films, and closed it with a closet, and hung a lock on the closet with a spell so that no one could open it.
Alla looked at the old man like he was crazy.
KNOWING he was, your grandfather. Wizard, mage. And his blood is strong in you, so the castle succumbed to you.
Now it seemed to Alla that this was not an old man, but she had gone crazy.
I do not believe you! It's some kind of prank!
And the fact that you ended up in the forest from your yard is also a joke?
The old man looked at the girl, and she shuddered: his gaze was tenacious, piercing, penetrating into the very heart. The old man smiled, went up to Alla and put his hand on his forehead. The hand was warm.
Doesn't your head hurt anymore?
Alla felt that the pain that was tearing her brain from the inside suddenly passed.
No, it doesn't hurt. Are you a magician too?
- Something like that.
- And how do you know about our world, and about me too?
- I can see through time. Now do you believe me?
- Seems to be yes. Do you know how I can get home?
- Not every road has a way back, but in your case there is one. You just have to work hard for it.
- What should be done?
- Let's get to know each other first. Your name is Alla, and I'm Stepan.
- Very nice.
- And that sad young man over there is Yakov. The old man turned to the boy. - Yasha, wake up from your mournful thoughts, say hello to the girl.
The guy called Yakov turned around, stood up and approached the interlocutors.
Are you Jacob? Very nice, Allah.
"Me too," the young man answered somewhat embarrassed. Sorry, I've been thinking.
“There is something for him to think about,” Stepan continued to explain. - His rival stole his bride, yes, unfortunately, he also turned out to be a sorcerer. Goes to let her go. And letting him go alone is murder. So I'm going with him.
What should I do, and how will I get home?
- That sorcerer has a magic crystal, which has power over Time. Here we will defeat the adversary, we will take the crystal, and you will return back with its help. There is no other way. Agree?
Alla became afraid: what if the evil sorcerer wins? Death awaits all three then. Well, there is nothing to do - where, they say, ours did not disappear! Yes, and I wanted to look at a real sorcerer with at least one eye. The troubled girl agreed, and they went on their way.
Soon the fairy tale tells, but not soon the deed is done. How long, how short were the travelers, but on the third day they reached a large hill.
This hill, - said Stepan, turning to Alla, - they call you Puzhalova mountain.
Yes, I remember - the teacher told us - there were robber patrols here, and when they saw someone, they whistled!
Well, something like this.
- And what, these robbers are here now? - asked Allah.
- Will be in a hundred years. In the meantime, we need a sorcerer's cave. Let's go!
And Stepan strode resolutely to the foot of the hill.
There really was something like a loophole in the bushes. Stepan lifted up the staff, taken from nowhere in his hands, it shone with blue fire and lit up the small entrance to the cave. Going deeper, the travelers found themselves in a room like a small room. Torches stood in special recesses along the walls, and in the middle a platform resembling an altar was carved out of stone. A girl was sitting against the wall, her head bowed to her chest. She slept. Alla became terrified.
Uncle Stepan, where is the sorcerer? - she asked, shivering, looked at Stepan, and was numb with horror: in front of her stood a man in a crimson cloak with a red edging, blond hair turned into black, blue eyes - into black pupils burning with hatred.
Gad! - Yakov shouted and rushed to Stepan, but the sorcerer waved his staff, and the young man collapsed on the stone floor. Alla felt that she could not move a single part of her body.
I have been waiting for you for a long time, a descendant of an ancient family of wizards! -
The sorcerer spoke to the girl, and his voice resounded like thunder in the small cave. - Only your blood, mixed on this altar with the blood flowing in the veins of an older virgin, - Stepan pointed to the sleeping girl, - will be able to provide a link between times and give me complete power over Time and Space! But before you die, I want you to know: it was I who led you to the forbidden closet, it was I who broke the Castle Spell and dug the way to the portal, it was I who lured you here, and I will become the executioner and witness the death of the last descendant of the great family wizards!
Stepan turned to the altar, made complex passes with his hands, uttered a long phrase in an unfamiliar language, and a ball resembling a crystal appeared in the middle of the cave: it sparkled with an unimaginably bright light and shimmered, casting bizarre reflections on the walls. The farther the sorcerer cast spells, the faster the ball spun. Alla felt that she was irresistibly drawn to the altar. A curved dagger flashed in the sorcerer's hand. The girl suddenly realized that she was floating through the air towards a stone slab. On the other side, a girl who was sleeping in a cave swam up. She was awake now, her eyes were wide open and filled with terror. Apparently, Alla had the same expression on her face.
"How stupid and early life ends!" - only the girl had time to think before lightning struck from somewhere on the side. A bright flash blinded me, a terrible roar deprived my hearing, hit my head, the power leading through the air disappeared, something painfully hit my back ...
It was the floor. The faces of Jacob and the girl from the cave bowed overhead. The girl wiped Alla's forehead with a wet rag, both had worried faces, their lips were moving - apparently, the young people were talking about something. The stranger looked at Alla again and smiled.
Yasha, look, she woke up!
The young man gently lifted the girl's head and helped her sit up. At the altar lay the lifeless body of the sorcerer.
Who is it? - Alla asked weakly.
Yakov smiled broadly and showed a translucent yellow stone, somewhat reminiscent of amber.
This is the Time Crystal. He will help you get home. Before I rushed at Stepan, I saw that something flashed in the niche of the wall. It was Crystal. I took it. From the very beginning I did not like this "benefactor": there was something unkind in his eyes. I took it, I don’t understand where, I decided to take part ... When the sorcerer began to pull you to the altar, I raised the crystal, and he, apparently, caught the energy of the ball and reflected it into his master ...
Yakov hesitated and pointed to the girl:
My fiancee.
- Yana, the girl introduced herself and held out her hand to Alla.
- After all, we are also from the same place as you, only not from Nizhny, but from Gorodets.
- Compatriots, then. But you weren't near our barn, were you?
The guys laughed.
Do you think your barn is the only such portal?
- Clear...
- Now so, - Jacob became serious, - we stand in a circle, join hands, look at the crystal and imagine the place where we want to be.
Alla did not remember how she felt dizzy, how she again lost consciousness, how she ended up near her grandfather's closet with a rusty barn lock in a loop.
All this might seem like nonsense, but Yana and Yasha had a wedding. They celebrated it in the spirit of Kievan Rus, in Slavic costumes. And as they say in a fairy tale, I was there, kvass, I drank Cola, and it flowed down my lips, and it got into my mouth!