Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  knesinka at on wrists. As if brand.

  Knes spoke well. Not too shortly and not too in detail, all

  moderately. He knew where to joke, where to force to be proud. Galiradskiye

  aged men and Saint magicians listened to it, sitting in wooden chairs under

  motley leather bed curtains - a gift of the street usmary. The wolfhound listened in

  a third of an ear and did not look back at a knesinka. What could he make for it?.

  Only more and more time to rummage around crowd sharp-sightedly squinted, almost not

  the blinking eyes...

  Simuranami calls the surprising beings similar to enormous dogs,

  but allocated with wings for flight. God Grozy gave these wings to them, gave for

  the fact that once their ancestors managed to soften his anger. Highly in mountains

  they nest and anybody has over them no power. They obey only

  country houses - fragile, big-eyed Sovereigns of Clouds. "Do not shout: a grief, -

  the Vienna wisdom edifies. - Wait a moment, while you will see the dead

  simurana..."

  While you live, necessarily you believe in immortality.

  And life will break - and the world will not notice, losses.

  The moon will not shudder, stars from heaven do not osypitsya...

  The uniform leaf will fall, but there will be a wood.

  In infancy you seem to yourself a Universe navel,

  Wreath and zertsaly, top of human generations,

  The only thing "I" for which the world is created:

  It happens to disappear - also it immediately will disappear.

  But here the last doors will ahead be opened,

  Consciousness will go out - and the world will not notice loss.

  You jealousy rave, you whisper a treasured name,

  At a wedding others you have fun with guests others,

  You are busy with affairs, you dream of something desired,

  About tomorrow you argue as though about this,

  As though all eternity lies at you ahead...

  And heart suddenly - time! - also stumbled in a breast.

  To someone behind stars, there, beyond the last limit,

  Bothered to estimate moments of your life,

  And everything, under a leg emptiness, running start is also ended,

  Also there is no person, - and whether precisely there was a person?

  Also there is neither dream, nor hopes, nor love nonsense,

  One Defeat erased former victories.

  You thought: just about I will treat, only operit wings!

  And wings broke - and the world did not notice loss.

  9. 9. GREY WOOL

  The dog woke up in the wood. In the nice, pine wood for which are well-known

  there were radical Vienna lands. Brown trunks, gray-haired near the earth,

  solemnly rose under the dome of heaven, and there, on not representable

  to height, magnificent bluish kroner were moved slightly by wind. And below, under

  shaggy junipers stood a shade of giants, green candles,

  berry low shrubs kudryavitsya, carpets forest herbs and mosses lay, in

  which from summer to late fall were not to the translation to mushrooms...

  The dog rose: long gray paws, mighty lean body and fluffy,

  slightly curved tail. The most dense bristle on a neck was divided in two by leather

  belt. On a collar something sparkled, precisely the dew drop which caught

  ray of sunlight. Out of the corner of the eye the dog saw iridescent iridescent gloss, but

  to izvernut the head and to consider that there, it did not manage it.

  The dog pricked up sharp ears, smelled air, shuddered and understood that

  it was necessary to hurry.

  He moved a little and ran, conducted to one to it by distinct smells.

  At first a large lynx, and then when at the left the lowland opened and loomed

  impenetrable shadow of frequent fir groves, - in all skok. He did not look for a game and

  did not hide from the enemy, but strong paws on an old habit carried him

  forward absolutely silently.

  The girl took out a pink coral milky cap from a grass nest, smiled,

  kissed a round shaggy hat and removed a fungus in a basket. Basket

  since dawn managed to become heavy rather. Having found the next family

  mushrooms, the girl put a basket down to the ground and gathered mushrooms in hands or in

  hem, and then came back and poured out everything at once.

  She asked to weave her zaplechny birch bark kuzovka like those long ago,

  with what went to the wood children are more senior, but did not listen to a request. Mother

  considered her not only the plain woman, but also the puny creature: to such baby

  only give kuzovka, now the navel will tear. And a basket, it is a basket and

  is, excessively you will not put in it.

  The girl straightened a back and stretched, then sat down on the stone overgrown

  with one side spotty yellow-black lichen. Mother did not allow it

  to sit on stones, claiming that so not for long and to catch a cold. A boulder in

  the business was cold, but the girl, to spite of the ban, continued to sit.

  All the same the kuzovka this year not to be interrogated by it. Thanks and that

  though took in the wood on mushrooms. Did not send guilty, as usual, a mouth

  geese yes did not hand with themselves a distaff with a fair tow: напрясть, while

  you graze, linen threads for the future...

  The girl scratched a nail a pole between clavicles where earlier light hung

  the bead, also sighed. Because of this bead to it then poured so in the spring that

  it was sick to sit. And then long inspired what bitter shame caused

  it, ungrateful, to the sort. Purposely you will not invent it. To give a sign

  the future feminity to the passer - cross, in the first and the last

  time to what was seen... Yes without maternal permission. Yes forward seniors

  sisters! Yes to whom kind, and far off on an ugly face to see that - to the villain

  to thorough...

  Was not able to store, mother strictly kept saying, well it is so not necessary to you,

  to the shameless person, new. So far in a poneva you will not jump...

  Here if to ask it, the girl thought. It to me at once kuzovka

  weaved.

  Foreign person appeared from fir groves. The girl noticed

  the stranger and scaredly grabbed edges of a stone on which sat.

  Black fir groves lay in the middle of light pine forest as if an island

  alien, bessolnechny, hostile world. There no berries were found,

  mushrooms. Only killing toadstools somehow got through

  beddings of packed needles also stood in dead silence, pale gray,

  hardly considerably shining...

  Both Badgers, and Dappled Deers of fir groves avoided. Girl never

  there did not go, did not come nearer and now. Searches of mushrooms finished it only

  to a glade from where the limit of blackness was visible. But also it, seemingly,

  was enough to adjoin to the evil. Because foreign person went

  directly to it.

  The fear dried up a throat and made wadded the fingers clinging to a stone.

  Probably, it was necessary to run. The man went a wide, confident step.

  Broad-shouldered, average years temnoborody man. You will not painfully escape from

  it. Or perhaps it not with thin intention? Perhaps got lost in a thicket, the road

  wants to ask?.

  But at the person was not either a kuzovka, or swags behind the back. He smiled,

  and from it it was even more terrible.

  It was already in ten st
eps when the girl at last broke from a stone and

  ran, having thrown a basket. And at once heard as the heather behind cracked

  under boots of the persecutor. The girl rushed as a leveret, unmistakably

  understanding that here now it will be overtaken. The heather cracked closer and closer,

  the person on the run muffledly swore through clenched teeth. Probably, it any more not

  smiled. If it alarms adults, and veins will understand that someone

  tried to raise a hand against their child...

  The girl almost reached undersized junipers, for some reason

  seeming to it saving. But did not manage to dive into dense thickets.

  Towards, having drenched with a smell of a dog, shaggy rose in a silent jump

  gray body. The experienced animal from dispersal flew over bushes and rose between it and

  her persecutor. Half-civilized, incredibly furious dog of well-known

  Vienna breed. From those that will not move back also from the whole pack of wolves. It

  most it was from a distance possible to take for very large wolf. And on a neck at a dog

  there was a leather collar, and on it as gemstone, it was poured

  crystal bead,

  The girl whom it nearly brought down from legs, from surprise and new

  fright stretched on the earth, but at once jumped and began to recede away,

  did not rest a back against a tree yet. She never saw it earlier

  the dog, was also not time to deliberate, whose he who sent it to it on

  revenue.

  The dog did not bark. Also did not growl. He was motionless, having reared wool on

  nape and ощерив in a terrible grin dvukhvershkovy teeth. When person

  stepped aside, he stepped too.

  People were not a coward.

  - You are whose, a doggie? - he asked quietly and it is even tender, having solved for

  began to try to calm a dog. The dog did not believe it and canines not

  hid. The girl looked at them round eyes, nestling on a tree

  so, as if it could part and hide it in the depth. It

  saw that the man's hand slowly approached a zone knife.

  The person was meanwhile convinced that he after a dog did not hurry it not less

  furious owner-venn. He quickly, very quickly bent down, grabbed from under

  legs the rotten bough which acquired a moss also started them in a dog, hoping to anger

  and to cause it on an unreasonable jump. In other hand of the stranger as if

  itself arose long, in one and a half spans, a hunting knife.

  The dog really jumped. Only slightly earlier. And much more bystry, than

  the person assumed. The man was going to hit it on a muzzle,

  turning aside from canines and to stab a knife in heart, instead pes

  jaws were closed as if a trap, on his armed hand. Person

  howled from pain: both bones below an elbow crackled as soon as crackled

  heather at him under legs. The dog overturned it down to the ground as if

  rag doll, released the hand which became harmless and came paws on

  breast.

  The person was a big hunter prior to dangerous fights and long ago lost count

  to fights in which found the winner even worst way out. It not

  tested special fear, even when over the throat clanked sharp as

  daggers, canines. He was frightened to spasms, having only seen EYES.

  Gray-green what he at dogs never met. And still LOOK.

  Look what is not at an animal.

  The man instantly was dripping with sticky sweat and cried for horror, having been in time

  to understand that ran into the werewolf.

  Also died.

  For fear.

  The dog did not begin to tear the dead. Just sniffed and departed, having left it

  to lie with madly warped person and a shameful wet spot on

  colored linen trousers. The girl still stared, not in

  forces to come unstuck from the tree. The dog slowly approached it, looked

  in a face also sighed, and then hung the head and nestled a shoulder on her hip.

  The touch of a strong shaggy body oddly calmed her. It

  indecisively gave a hand, touched sharp ears and saw how it is avaricious

  the long tail shook to and fro. Having grown bolder, the girl began to iron gray

  animal to whom most of adults simply would not venture to approach

  close, then embraced him for a neck.

  - Bead! Just as washing, - she was surprised, having considered crystal

  the pea firmly sewed in thick skin of a collar. For some time it

  forgot even about the dead person lying in ten steps from it.

  The dog was carefully released from her hands, ran off, aside and returned,

  bearing in teeth a basket with mushrooms. The girl took it for a collar, and an animal

  led it a circle of juniper thickets, away from a glade, away from

  ominous fir grove, - directly there, where as she well knew, wandered on

  to the wood two of her sisters, mother and elder brother. Soon ahead indeed

  the having something in common voices were heard.

  Mother stood on the glade which grew with a fern and with anxiety

  looked around, щуря and deliberating short-sighted eyes whether it is time to go to look for

  the got lost child. Not that the daughter of Dappled Deers could

  to get lost in the wood. Just it is always better when dithat in the eyes. Especially

  such disobedient,

  The girl released a collar of a dog and at full speed ran to mother,

  at last having burst into tears for the experienced fear. When she turned back,

  to show to mother of the defender, her basket stood in soft

  to forest grass, and the gray dog was not visible anywhere. Only on the basket handle

  found then traces of strashenny teeth. Yes in a poluversta from that place, near

  fir groves, muzhchiny-Oleni saw and in the same place buried foreign person,

  died of fear.

  In several days after arrival кнес Sense Nesmeyanovich at presence

  velimorets and the senior team made a ceremony of covering of the person over the daughter.

  The wolfhound did not like this ceremony, as well as in general all solvennsky

  the ceremonies concerning a wedding. At venn the guy groom, becoming

  the husband, passed into a family of the wife, and it was correct and reasonable. People

  marry to raise children and to what else sort can belong

  the baby, if not to maternal?. And then, to change something in itself

  stuck to the man, and not the woman at all. And even the veriest fool is capable

  to comprehend it, having just seen at first on Mother Earth, and then on the Father

  Sky. In the sky bystry clouds scurry about and violent winds, in it that bubble

  the dawn dies away, morning inflames. For changes, which with the sky

  occur per day, the earth needs year. If the terrestrial face begins

  to morshchinitsya, losing or finding the new rivers and mountains, - it means that

  with Mother Earth at all trouble...

  At the solvenn which forgot establishments of ancestors, and with them and conscience,

  the woman was transferred from a parental family to a family of the husband. And that not

  were indignant with an indecency of soul of the esteemed ancestors, were let on

  cunning: diligent mourned the bride, as if dying for former

  make related, ryaditsya in mournful clothes and even covered a girl's face heavy

  dense veil which she did not take off till the most wedding night. Because

  "died" should not seem with live, talk to them and the more so

  to taste the general fo
od...

  Such treatment of the woman was opposite to a wolfhound to nausea, only

  here his opinions were not painfully asked here.

  The ceremony took place in good sunny day in Krom yard. And that good,

  what though was not forgotten about the fair Sun, under sentence of Gods

  looking behind the Truth human. Even at that disgrace, in which

  solvenna stayed, they had enough mind not to make covering of the person under

  earth rooftop. In the middle of the yard spread big monomatanskiya

  carpet, and knesinka of Elen stepped into it after the father: imaginary died

  it will be from now on forbidden not only prove to be to a sun, but also

  to set foot on land on which live go. Knesinka smiled, nodded

  the head to the gathered members of household. What there became at it at heart,

  nobody should not see true feelings of the daughter of a knes. Weakness instant, when

  she in horror grabbed hand of the Wolfhound, happened and passed.

  As there was actually a ceremony, the bodyguard did not see. It

  stood out of a carpet, near one of corners, having settled so that the sun not

  stuck together eyes. At two other corners as two identical sculptures, stood

  brothers Dashing. The wolfhound did not need to look back, he already knew:

  twins, that was forces adopted both its bearing, and turn of the head, and

  look, and dead-pan. Boys, the Wolfhound thought. What from them you will take.

  Another was much more surprising: near the fourth corner rose in

  vseoruzhiya the boyar Krut.

  Veins heard how Sense Nesmeyanovich pronounced solemn words,

  which solvenna considered in such cases necessary. Then with hardly

  by audible rustling it was developed, heavy abusive silk of ancient began to flow

  the dark red cover transferred in a family of a knes the second century.

  Here the human meeting responded a conjoint sigh, and seigniorial daughters on

  porch raised the sad, tugging at heartstrings song about parting with native

  house. This song was intended to butter up too

  patrons ancestors, telling them, - itself supposedly I go to other sort,

  by force conduct.

  Knes raised a voice again and, without touching skin, took the daughter by hand through

  cover. The Velimorsky ambassador low bowed to him and respectfully accepted