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Village Stories (by A.Krokhmal)

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Posted 13 January 2017 - 12:08 AM

Story about Village and Brave Dog


From the "Country Tales" (translation by Marqus Cane, my good friend)


It was long ago, in my village in summer 2004. Then I was no less than 11 years. Even then she was alive, my favorite grandmother, who has always supported me. Life without her grandmother while for me did not exist, my grandmother was a mainstay in all. In the village we always went to all the staff, along with his grandparents. As always, in the middle of July we were visited by mom and dad. In 2004, the Pope was unable to attend due to work and came only one mother. I remember we always went for a walk around the neighborhood of our village with my grandmother, grandfather and mother. We often went to the lake through a small street called kittens. The street that was named so because of the fact that at the beginning of the XX century in the lake, located at the end of the street, drowned kittens. However, then for me, this street was called not kittens and Street Angry Dogs. On this street there lived many farmers had in the courts of two or even three dogs. their dogs were vicious, and not tolerated outsiders. We are always armed with sticks, when they passed through the streets, passing the various houses of the local residents. Dogs here were angry not so much by the presence of strangers, but because of their puppies. Recently, a dog gave birth on the street three young puppies. It is learned all the villagers. Out of fear that the puppies do harm to people, the dog was very embittered. As we have heard, from the bites of the dog suffered a lot of people. And I, too, suffered from this dog, which is protected throughout their offspring. We came back, I remember just off the lake. We always went there to look at the water, and to reflect on the meaning of life. At this time, my grandmother was not with us, she was cooking dinner at home. We were three: me, my mother and my grandfather. We were across the street Kittens, heading to our home, located next to the village church. Grandpa went ahead, armed with a stick. My mother followed him, looking in all directions. I, unfortunately, went back, counting crows. I still regret that I had then with him was not a stick or a gun. My carelessness and irresponsibility of large led me that day.


Passing by the house of some wealthy farmers, I have not noticed how almost stepped on a peacefully sleeping puppies. these puppies seem to have been born recently. Then I did not even have time to consider them. What color was their hair, what breed they were cubs, - all this, I did not remember. Grandfather and mother went ahead and talked quietly. Grandpa said something mother, who assented to it and nodded. I walked and thought about what today will prepare us for lunch grandmother. My thoughts are interrupted unpleasant surprise.

In one second, someone grabbed me by the leg back, abruptly sank his teeth and let go. I turned back. Little black dog ran away from me towards the house of his master. At first I thought she just ran home peacefully. But suddenly I felt my left leg hurts. It's like taking a walk, I got burned. But no burns or injuries, I could not get, I carefully watch him when I go somewhere. Now I realized that actually happened.

It turns out that while I was passing by the house of wealthy farmers, where she lived, this black dog, I noticed how almost stepped on a sleeping puppies. Their evil mother sensed danger, and to protect their pups, and immediately chased rubles gained my leg. After this case, I always look around.


Yes, I remember, there was a lot of blood when it was discovered that I was bitten by a dog. Mother and grandfather immediately ran up to me, took me to the house. Then my grandmother bandaged my wound. Mother and grandfather immediately called the emergency room, and behind me came a white car with a red cross. I wanted to put in the hospital, but the doctors looked at my wound, and decided that I would come to him himself. I went to the emergency room for a few days and made shots. Soon, my wound healed, and the bite was gone.

But the fear remains, which is then tortured me for many, many years. Since that time, I was afraid of dogs, afraid of panic, as if something terrible. Until now, when I see a dog, even small and bald, I begin to fear it. Of course, I knew that the dog is essentially weaker than men, and as a bolt from the blue, I was struck somewhere I heard the phrase a long time. And weak become strong when it comes to their lives or the lives of their offspring. But now I realize it. After all, a lot of known cases where blackbirds furious rush to the crows trying to eat their eggs and destroy nests. The sages used to say that the nest of an eagle and the raven beats. This adage of the ancient Slavs long remembered me, and to this day I remember it by heart, and I know the meaning of.


As for the dog that bit me, then host it soon shot. It was rumored that she was bitten more than a dozen people. Even the owner of it more than once suffered, and his wife and children even more so, because the dog does not distinguish between friends and foes when it comes to protecting her puppies. Of course, the people invented a myth that a rabid dog, and they say, it shot right. But if this story paste the proverb, which I mentioned earlier, it becomes clear that the dog was absolutely normal. It's just much loved her puppies, and they were ready to sacrifice their lives. And I imagine the power of love, which moved this little plyugavenkoy dog and make her fearless creature, ready to defend their young even at the cost of his own life. And this is the case, when love does not only man, but also a dog is much stronger. The verdict is incredibly simple: the dog was a loving mother. After all, people still almost the same. Any mother if he sees that hurt her child, immediately rushes to his aid. So I do not blame either the dog or its owners. In terms of safety the dog was right, and I am proud to tell this to all your loved ones. What if I accidentally passed and stepped on her puppies? What then would it be? It could have been such, nothing is impossible





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Posted 13 January 2017 - 12:09 AM

Legends of the "Moon Landscape".

The story is dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, he was for me the great man in my life.

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"Rumors about the mysterious phenomena of the so-called Lunar Landscape walked for centuries. In my village it was considered a mysterious lunar landscape has a lot of centuries. Lunar Landscape - a huge crater on the outskirts of the village, which is a small lake. Large vegetation there is negligible. As soon as the marsh reeds, covering almost all the ancient canyon. Not surprisingly, because lunar landscape covered with marshy terrain. In the morning, there is always a fog. Many villagers often told me about the dark secrets of this place. They talked about the ghosts of the ancients, who lived in the Lunar Landscape. Many villagers claimed they had seen all sorts of mystical phenomena there. I myself have met near the lunar landscape some strange old-mages and who for a long time called me and my parents all the diseases that we had at that time. I even wrote about Incanter whole story, calling it - Russian Sage Earth. It was the only mystical, perhaps the phenomenon which I saw in his eyes. As for the rest of phenomenal occurrences, I knew almost nothing, only heard from the mouth of the villagers who lived near the area. A short distance away from the lunar landscape the cemetery my village, where thousands of people are buried. Near by the lunar landscape is a separate cemetery with graves of Jewish families. It should be noted that people living close to this mysterious terrain live for many years. I saw the old woman, who lived almost on the territory of the landscape, which has already passed ninety-eight years. More should be emphasized that the previously very close, just five meters from the giant canyon lunar landscape located village school. But because of unexplained and mysterious phenomena, the school was closed. The school building stayed only one teacher, which eventually turned into a hermit-old woman. Later she died. It was said the people she barely left the house. I still wonder how she then ate, if she did not come out of her house and lived alone.

At night, the lunar landscape I have never seen, because much was afraid to go there, and there was no reason. All mysticism lunar landscape for me was only a rumor, stories of local residents, as well as in the case of a conversation with the old man-Sage, which then, as it turned out, no one knew of the villagers. Lunar Landscape will always remain for me a very memorable and mysterious place in my village, and perhaps in our country. To speak honestly, lunar landscape for me, the place is also a native. All this is due to my late grandfather, with whom we have often made trips to those places.
We sat on the two bikes and rode slowly. Yes, the hill climb was hard, but it was not a serious problem for us. As a rule, achieving goals, grandfather climbed down from his "steel horse" and ran to look for mushrooms in small plantations that were "born" during the Soviet era. It is not always lucky with mushrooms, I tell you, but the thrill of this trip still remains in my heart. While my grandfather was looking for mushrooms, I stood on the edge of a precipice and looking at this very landscape. I still remember the beautiful crater, as if created by the hands of some powerful ancient race. In fact, it appeared because of the impact of a meteorite in ancient times. I remember a couple of small lakes, surrounded by reed forest. A pootdal little house located in the edge of the crater. And behind them already could be seen birch and elm trees surrounding the small river Shachu. All this is still in my head. It is enough to close your eyes, and you plunge into the wonderful and beautiful, mysterious world of the lunar landscape.

Unfortunately, time is relentless. it is impossible to act against this enemy. Against him no chance of winning. Time conquers all. Grandpa is already half a year in the heavens, and the house in the village will now move forward in my possession. Endless showdown with notaries and lawyers, trips to rural communities - it all appeared suddenly like Vikings.
In September, I went to my village, in addition to clashes with government agencies over the inheritance, and even look at my favorite lunar landscape. Grandpa probably also like to see again all this, posobirat mushrooms, cycling the hills, look at the amazing beauty of the crater. But alas ... time to pick it up. Now Lunar Landscape is no longer what it was before.
No, he survived. He still looks the same. But in my mind it is already present a different vision. When I saw the canyon, I was not happy that the beauty I beheld during the life of my grandfather. Yearning…. That terrible, heavy sadness that covers me .... During that as I looked at the landscape, I felt nothing except nostalgia for the past. And just remember my grandfather, that rode on the bike, then get down to it and ran for mushrooms. And then I stood and admired the beauty. But now there is no longer any grandparents nor the time. And the vision of beauty has not visited me. Looking at the lunar landscape, I see something bright and beautiful time, which left me. And, alas, it does not add joy to me, but only sorrow and sadness.
Still Lunar Landscape will always be for me the most native. Suffice it to just close your eyes, and you're back there again ... you stand and look at the beauty of nature, and grandfather looking mushrooms. You look around. See the back two bicycle lying on the ground. Then you hear rustling in the green plantings, located a few hundred meters from you. You dostaёsh from his pocket a bottle of mineral water and sipped a few mouthfuls. Then you tear off the ground several branches of different plants that you turn into a means for otmahivaniya from annoying insects. Gadfly and flies buzzing incessantly. But you not only hear their noise, but also the crackle of grasshoppers, which sit in the grass and sing merrily. Then you listen to others and hear the sounds of distant mooing cows. You turn around again towards the crater and look into it. Somewhere in the distance over the small lake sweeps sandpiper, which emits sounds similar to the kind of cackling hens. Then the bird disappears and you think again transferred to the landing. Do you see the grandfather with a bag in his hand, coming out of their green arms. Apparently, the mushrooms were not there.
- Well, that I found? - Scream you almost everything in the throat.
- No! - Meets the grandfather - Nothing. Tomorrow's go into the grove.
After this, you see, my grandfather sits on a bicycle, and then looks at you and starts down the mountain. He has always loved speed. Then you turn around again and look closely at the Lunar Landscape, examines every detail. And apparently, it also looks the same look on you.
After this, you sit on the bike again and to start up ahead of the grandfather.
And then you open your eyes ... ..
And you see the void."

Edited by BagaturKhan, 13 January 2017 - 12:09 AM.

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Alexander Konstantinovich Krokhmal

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Posted 04 May 2017 - 05:42 AM

Party from my past.

I want to tell you about the time when we still lived in that very bright past, in which there was no place for harsh problems, there were no suffering and dark events. That time will remain forever for me - the best that has ever been in my life. Forever this time will go down in the history of my life. Then everything was different. At that time the sun was still shining brightly above all of us.
Earlier in the distant childhood, Christmas and New Year were not just days off for me, but something so bright and big in life. Now I remember the time when I was very small. In the 20th of December we always dressed a Christmas tree. At what the initiator of this lesson was myself. Grandparents lived next to their parents' apartment. We could walk to each other at least every day. So we were lucky. We always dressed up a Christmas tree in two apartments. I was the first with great joy ran to my grandmother and grandfather to the apartment, in order to indulge in this unforgettable occupation. The very process of the so-called "dressing up" of a green beauty seemed to me something more and more meaningful in life. I with great joy rushed over Christmas tree toys, carried garlands and scenery around the apartment. Most of all I always paid attention to the melodic Santa Clauses. These little musical toys were something extraordinarily valuable for me. I remember how I had two. One Santa Claus wore a red robe and at the touch of a button, he published American Christmas melodies. My God, I still remember their sound. And the second one was thicker and already resembled our Russian Santa Claus, and by clicking on the button, he played other melodies of the New Year's theme.
Not only the musical Santa Clauses I adored most, but also to change my grandfather. My grandfather was still at the very peak of my life. He himself liked this business - dressing up as Santa Claus. For this, I bought a whole package of forms of this fairy-tale character, as well as sets of hoods and beards. Grandpa liked not only to dress up, but even somehow played this role, like some kind of actor.
At festivals and events during the Christmas period, we always read some New Year's verses and sang songs. Grandfather loved to sing in English. It seems I can still hear his voice singing these words.

- Christmas is coming
The goose is getting fat
Please to put a penny in an old man's hat
Please to put a penny in an old man's hat.

There were not only these words, but others. New Years day will be here and I can hardly wait! Until now, their sound is heard in my head.
Yes, it was a wonderful time in my life. Someone just can not say!
Then we played some skits. On the New Year's holiday parents came to us, and we simply could not help playing something funny. As a rule, my grandfather and I went to my room, changed into different suits, took out toy weapons and went out to the guests. Next, we played something from history or fiction, some miniature. It ended again with cheerful songs and dances.
Then it was so beautiful that every day I want to go faster and faster to my wonderful and wonderful past.
That time still does not go out of my head. Every day I wake up with thoughts of this wonderful and incredibly valuable for me, the past.
Yes, now is not the time. Now everything has become much darker and more gloomy. But the thoughts of that wonderful and unforgettable past, still feed my body. Yes, that time was a real miracle for me. The unity of the family, the atmosphere of light and warmth, and inner peace.
Eh ... How I want to come back ....

Regards Alex

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