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#1083486 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 14 May 2018 - 04:05 PM

Just wait a bit time. Its going to be completely finished. 
Its will be the most great story in my history, i hope.

Now i`m going to tell about some secrets.

 

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I. Plot will be concentrated on Castambol planet, capital of the Federal Republic.

II. Main villains will be two. Terrorists leader Gabinovic and his secret boss Herr Melchior, warlord-general of the "Darkness" organisation.

III. You will see not only virus propagation, but something more cruel.

IV. Main heroes will be from Order of Father organisation, Pacificators forces of the XXVI century.

V. You will see not only human heroes, but aliens too.

VI. Epic battles... and space nazis. Its will be soon!

Just wait a bit. Its coming now.




#1083323 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 11 May 2018 - 10:30 AM

Story "Pandemiah" will be released with other 2 stories of Hyperborean Period - "Unholy Lord" and "Unholy Prophet". 

If you want to understand the age of "Pandemiah", you must know old ages of the universe.

 

if you didn`t know, i have many stories about Hyperborean Period already. Here you are.

 

1. Unholy Lord

2. Unholy Prophet

3. Once Upon a Time

4. War is coming.

5. The last day of Azis.

6. Snare for the Mad guys.

7. Revenge of the N`Sai

8. Ionaphanus

9. Wrath of the Ancients

10. Primus Empire

11. Mors Venit.

12. Death of the Shahdom.




#1083218 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 09 May 2018 - 05:39 PM

What you will see in my "Pandemiah" story very soon.....

 

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i must again repeat about the plotline. Don`t forget, its a story about the New Canon of my universe.




#1083200 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 09 May 2018 - 08:08 AM

Full release of this story will be 11-12 may. Just wait a bit, friends!




#1083163 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 08 May 2018 - 10:49 AM

"Pandemiah" story have a proem. (if you didn`t know)

 

quote from my article 1 May 2018.

 

""The Beginning is now there" story is finished. 

Story about 26 century Period, which have name as "Universe 2596".

Now had inspiration and made a story about .... proem to "Pandemiah" story.
"The Beginning is now there" - is a short story with small text. But its describes the whole situation in the Castambol planet. There you can find information about the Cold War between the Order and Castambol Federation. There you can see the secret agents of villain, which have almost full control on prime-minister`s administration. Its a short story... but with golden point within.

Now i`m waiting the inspiration flood. When it will come, i`ll continue my "Pandemiah" story and finish it.

Thanks for reading this."

 

Inspiration flood is of course in my mind now. So now all is normal. :)

"Pandemiah" story will be release very soon, friends. Very soon!




#1083148 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 07 May 2018 - 07:51 PM

Every literature hero must be... living form hero ;)

I knew it since i was 12 years old. So yeah... i am working with their souls and characters.

 

For example, vice-admiral Ahmonet (its SHE, not him), is a very beautiful, but really strong commander of the Elf`Urr space fleet. She can be very strict or even agressive, but within she is a very wise and kind for all her people and loyal servants. She will never leave her brother-warriors and sister-warriors too.

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#1083108 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 06 May 2018 - 08:32 PM

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This is information about new villain of the New Canon. New villain, except Excelscior the Greatest, Zoran and Cerberum The Chaotic.

I must say, that i added to my universe new villain. Now just a minute saying about the old evil characters. As you remember, i already had two main villains of the Hyperborean Period - Excelscior The Greatest (terrorist, who wanted to create own dictature empire), Zoran (cruel fanatic and creator of evil machines) and Cerberum The Chaotic (leader of the daemons legions and champion of Dark World).

Now we are going into the "Universe 2596" period. There is a different timeline, but its have many connections with old periods. Melchior -is a new villain. He is secret agent of the Dark World. And he will of course take part in the "Pandemiah" story.

Now i need to stop make spoilers and let you all to wait some days. Soon you will see the finished story "Pandemiah" and read the new plotline.

Have a nice day.!!!




#1083024 "Pandemiah" story project. New Canon of my universe

Posted by BagaturKhan on 04 May 2018 - 07:52 PM

Is the virus similar to zombies or something else entirely?  

 

 

 

Its not even zombie virus, but much more cruel and evil. Its virus from the Dark Worlds. But the main thing of this virus you will know after the story will be ready.

 

This story can be my Big Victory of this year... or crushing defeat, as i said.

 

I am trying to use UNIQUE ideas, really original. I am not borrowing anything from other universes. I even don`t borrow something from my favourite 40k. 

I am working with really original thing.

 

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and of course my story have many politics ;)

but i think, its not bad, its good :)




#1076536 Dawn Of Skirmish DC v2.60 AI Mod is now LIVE!

Posted by BagaturKhan on 28 January 2018 - 08:40 AM

DC is also good game, and have some players. So i think, its can be useful for some "old people of Dow" :D

 

i`m going to upload more new mods to Yandex.disk soon




#1063790 Potestas Badges and Banners

Posted by BagaturKhan on 11 August 2017 - 07:52 AM

Great thanks for your words.

You can use these badges and banners in your mods if you want

But better also to join my literature groups and read about Potestas great army. ;)
Now I finished one of my stories "Dominus Imperious" about Kesarian battle (in my universe it's greatest battle in the period of Yotuns wars). There I added Potestas heroes, who connected with Yotuns and sent them some of modernized warriors.
So New Potestas is rising and again started to be dangerous ;)

Also I developed chapters of Potestas in moddb group.
http://www.moddb.com...-battle-legions
Maybe someone will want to add more badges and banners about it. )) who knows ;)


#1047499 Cursed Etherr (fantasy story)

Posted by BagaturKhan on 18 January 2017 - 09:35 AM

The destiny of Etherlings kingdom

As you know, king Haraldsson was killed by mystic daemonic creature. In the story "Cursed Etherr" you can read many things and understand the situation in the planet Etherr. Now I want to tell you about events, which came after the death of Haraldsson and destiny of earl Rogvold. This will not be in the book, but I want to tell you now.

After the death of king Haraldsson and his son, power was came to his wife Amalasunta. She tried to defend her kingdom against all enemies, but her health was very bad. She was too weak against all bad events and soon she died. Power came to Nobles council with earl Rogvold. Earl Rogvold the Fairhair started to be Supreme Ruler of the kingdom. He wasn`t king, but he was like Regent. Nobles didn`t want kings anymore, because they wanted to make new government system.

But earl Rogvold didn't want to be like doll in Nobles hands. He made conspiracy against Nobles and with big army decided to kill them all. Soon he discovered that one of nobles was servant of Yotuns. He discovered also that Yotuns wanted to capture Etherlings Kingdom by the hand of their agents. Warriors of Rogvold called him like a High King of Etherlings.

Rogvold started to be king of all realm. He created the System of Beardsmen, which members watched on work of other earls and governors. Rogvold was dictator but people loved him. Fairhair king - that was his nickname in the all Etherlings society. Soon Rogvold discovered another bad things in his realm. He found some dark cults in the realm. All dark lovers were punished by the hands of Rogvold. After the incident with Ragnar and death of Haraldsson, Rogvold started to be darkness hater.

Soon many wars came to Etherlings realm. Mirandesan noble, who have name Garcias Benino, called himself as High King of Mirandesa and killed all governors. Mirandesan lands were under protectorate of Etherlings, and Rogvold found actions of Garcias as new war. Rogvold Fairhair sent big army against Mirandesan rebels and destroyed their forces. Garcias was killed by Rogvold in the Mirandesa capital. He cut off his head.

After the year, Arngrim forces came to the Etherlings capital. They started to attack from sea and tried to capture city. Arngrim High Chief Fanjabarian Semion Pavol leaded his forces to victory. Rogvold wasn`t in the city in that moment. When he returned to capital, he found that city was burned and all people there were killed by Arngrims. The victim of Arngrims was also the wife of Rogvold Fairhair. It was awful day.

Soon Rogvold created biggest army and tried to make his revenge. He found the positions of Arngrim army and attacked in the night. That night after some years, started to be called as Night of Black Massacre. Rogvold Fairhair killed almost 2 000 Arngrims in the battle. Fanjabarian Semion Pavol was killed very slowly. Rogvold cut off his hands at first and after that he started to crush his body several minutes. High Chief of Arngrims was dead immediately, but Rogvold continued to crush his body. Warriors around saw that and tried to stop their king, but he killed them too.

Arngrim army was completely destroyed in the Night of Black Massacre. Soon Arngrims never appeared in the Etherlings kingdom. Rogvold the Fairhair was good king for his people, but after some years he died from the plague. He haven`t got sons or daughters, so he was the last king of his dynasty. After the death of Rogvold Fairhair, Nobles in the realm finished all Kings ruling. The government system was changed to democracy. The ruler of Etherlings started to be Earl Hrolf. He was the first man, who have presidents functions in his country. That was destiny of Etherlings kingdom.

It started to have another name - Etherlings Republic! Power of the people! Power of the Freedom!




#1046769 Cursed Etherr (fantasy story)

Posted by BagaturKhan on 13 January 2017 - 12:12 AM

Curse of Etter. Fantasy novel.
Year 5746 from the creation of the world. Land of Etherrlings.

 

 (Sorry. Translated by Google from original rus lang)

 

 Author Alexander Krokhmal (BagaturKhan)

 

 - You called me, my-king? - A voice was heard from the giant doors.
 King Hruntin Haraldsson was finishing to sign a new letter of appointment Jarl eastern province. It was necessary to consider not only these issues, but also a petition by the merchants from the southern territories. They complained of higher taxes. The king immediately put down his pen and paper, and turned back.
 In his chambers he entered his own native son Athelstan. He was clothed in a solid coat of mail. On his head gaped conical hat, which was the main protection for the head of the palace guards. They were the best armor in the kingdom.
 - You can not officially - Haraldsson said, turning to his son - I need to talk.
 - What is the father? - Questioned Athelstan - Something urgent?
 - Yes, I think - said the king, and his hand pointed at a small empty seat next to his desk - Sit down next to me.
 Athelstan obeyed. He took off his helmet from his head and went into the office. Then, bowing slightly to his father, he sat down on a chair. Armor it was heavy, and the chair of such a sudden load almost cracked.
 - I would like to reveal to you one of his secret - Haraldsson said, putting his sinewy hand to her son's shoulder.
 - Secret? - I inquired in amazement Athelstane - I did not know what more you keep any secrets from your family?
 - It is - the king responded Hruntin - This is the last of the mysteries. Your mother already knows. Understand, this is very important.
 After these words Haraldsson rose from his chair and walked to the side of a giant bookcase, which was glazed. Right next to it hung a huge painting of the victory over the Crimson Jarl. It reflected the greatest historical event Etterlingov powers. On that day, a young Haraldsson troops defeated the rebel forces of the Scarlet Jarl, who wanted to separate from their possession of the kingdom. Scarlet Jarl worshiped dark gods, and even thinking of introducing a new religion. But his plans were in vain.
Hruntin came to a picture of her and deftly pulled off the wall. He put it on the floor and then pointed a finger at his son a strange hole in the stone wall. Inside the wall was a small door, the size of a cage for small exotic birds. Haraldsson took from the pocket of his long robe small key. Then he put it in the hole of the door.
 - You did not tell me of hiding behind the picture - surprise said Athelstane.
 The king did not answer, but merely continued to turn a key, intending to open the lock. Soon the door was open, and Haraldsson instantly took out a strange box. He put it on the table right in front of Athelstan.
 - What is it? - Asked the king's son, with a puzzled look on his father.
 - Something interesting - responded Haraldsson.
 Having said these words, he immediately opened the box. What he saw there Athelstan, plunged it into the wildest amazement. He could not have imagined that his father keeps a relic in his castle.
 She looked like a scarlet magic stone that was used by the ancient priests. It was all used up by some unknown symbols. This Athelstan did not understand the language. But he felt emanating from the stone, a strange energy that somehow mysteriously inspired fear. Athelstan trembled with emotion, surging out of nowhere at him. Son of the king's eyes widened in fear and amazement.
 - I found it during a campaign against the Eastern giants - said Haraldsson - Then we made a campaign against the king of snow giants. Do you remember? I finished this miserable worm. But before his death, the king of the giants said to me that, so I did not touch debris. A strange expression, noticed? He said that the chip will bring only death and after siih words he threw the hoof. I had no idea what he said, until he found the box in his cave. Strange thing ...
 - This stone? - Questions Athelstan - You found him in that cave?
 - Yes - it responded to the king - his name. I disobeyed the words of the leader of the giants. I took the box itself as a trophy. But then .... then ... with time, I began to feel a strange force of it. At first, I woke up in the morning and suddenly saw his own ghost, who was standing right next to the wardrobe.
Haraldsson pointed to a bookcase, near which was located hiding place and with the casket.
 - Can you imagine? - Continued Hruntin - Own ghost. When I looked into his eyes, I saw that he had not. They were taken out. I was watching my own disfigured and blinded double, and then it quickly disappeared. Then at night, I suddenly heard a strange voice, which also resembled my own. He repeated the words of the king of giants ... He said that chip will bring only death. And last night, when your mother and I would like to indulge in mutual love, I suddenly discovered that instead of it looking at me strange creature, just like me ... I saw her dark eyes ... They were like a bottomless abyss. And out of his mouth it could be seen pitted with sores and language. I recoiled, your mother seriously frightened. I have so much time suffer from this disease. And in reality and dream. I'm tired of hiding. And I told her everything.
 - You think that's all because of this stone? - Athelstan asked in amazement. - Do you think that all the evil in it?
 - I'm sure of it, - said the king, - And so, I want you to get rid of this stone. Take it to the Earl Ragnar in Purvill. Tell him to bury it so deep, that no mortal could not find. I know that the damn stone you need to take to him. He has already had to deal with similar subjects ... He knows how to do them.
 - You should have to listen to that giant - the son said, - Why did you not say to me before?
 - I do not know - Hruntin said - Maybe this is again due to the magic of the stone the devil. Please, get rid of it. Take it to Ragnar.
 - I'll do it - bowing, said Athelstane - I'll do it to you never saw.
 - So fulfill my order now! - He said with some anger Hruntin - Save me from him! But you do not have to touch him ... Do not you dare do that! Do not dare!
 After these words Hruntin closed casket. A strange cold energy emanating from the stone nonetheless not disappeared.
 - No need to worry about the father - son said, - I now go to Purvill.
 - Did so - for more than a soft voice whispered Haraldsson - so did ... This stone should disappear.
 - Veleta send to you a healer? - Questions Athelstan.
 - No! - Cut Hruntin - No doctors. Just fulfill my order.
 Athelstan seized the box and bowed to his father, immediately headed for the door. Redbeard king again sat down at his desk. His son took this demonic artifact, and now maybe all these visions will be gone forever. Athelstan of doors closed, and the king was forced to go back to his state affairs.
 But yet, as soon as he looked at the petition of the merchants, it is not found there is no text. Letters it was not simple. It was like some unknown magic.
 - Great Wotan, what is it? - He growled fiercely Hruntin.
 He shook his head slightly, then looked back at the paper. The petition is still no letters. It was completely blank sheet of paper. No text on it simply did not exist.
 - Damn stone - swore Haraldsson - Is it still valid?
Haraldsson realized that hallucinations have not disappeared. Initially, these own twins, and now and it is. King pulled a blank sheet, the former once the petition of the merchants from the southern lands. He was horrified to find that all the papers lying on his desk, were completely empty. No text. Again, no letters or symbols. No signatures and even seals.
 "Now konsilarii will understand", - said the King to himself, "If I'm going crazy, it really probably my advisors are in good health Let Jarl Revel check documents.".
Haraldsson got up from the table and was about to follow him out of the office. But he could not do it. He just was not allowed.
 As soon as the king turned back toward the door, he found that he was not alone in his office. Right before his eyes there was still the same private double that chased him for a long time. He was a hair's breadth Hruntina reminded the king, but only one detail betrayed the difference. The eye in this ghost was not. For a place in his eyeballs holes could be seen silver coins with the image of King Hruntina. The Ghost smiled Haraldsson. His smile began to expand, and eventually spread to the whole face. Roth ghost torn, exposing all his teeth, which suddenly became noticeably sharpened. Double Hruntina faster and faster monsters acquired traits.
 - But who are you? - With a wild horror king inquired.
 He abruptly pulled out of its sheath small dagger and put it in front of him. He believed that he could defend against this unknown creature.
 - The question is not who I am - rustled monster - But who are you? Protector of his kingdom. Or his destroyer.
 With these words, the monster put their arms bent forward and threw a powerful magical wave Hruntina ago. Haraldsson flew across his office and with all the force crashed into a stone wall. His head was shattered in an instant. The body of the once mighty king Hruntina collapsed on the floor and no more signs of life.
 - He thinks that the stone would hide from us - smiling maliciously, snarled monster - he can not even imagine how foolish he did ... But then ... He's just a man.

 

 - Forward! Forward! - Enthusiastically commanded Rogvold Fairhair, spurring a white horse - Forward!
 His fighting the beast, who was called Sfaltenom with whinny raced forward. He was the only one of the mounts that wore armor. However, he reminded his master. Rogvold always loved the shells that were making the northern blacksmiths. They did such a strong armor that could save a few enemy crossbow bolts.
 The guards, who were traveling today with the earl, seeing his frantic speed, also followed his example and spurred their horses.
 - Where are you headed so, my Jarl? - Torgeir grinned at arms, who was riding behind his master.
 - There is where you are! - Earl Rogvold responded, a second wrapping head back - Ragnar we've been waiting for! Great Gods Fjords, I was so hungry, that would be devoured, and all of you!
 - Ehhh .... - and heard the voice of the red-bearded and smiley Sveneld - I'm looking forward to delicious food, incredibly tasty mead and redheads busty girls! Hurry to see it all. Ehhh ....
 - Still have time! - Came the reply from Rogvold - We are there for a good two day visit will be! And will drink and  with all sexy girls!
 - You do not rest so loins! - Here I began another combatant on behalf Tukvald - Where are you girls again, then? Look, your Morgenstern will soon become very lean!
 Wild laughter of the other soldiers almost deafened Jarl Rogvold. Tukvald could boldly joke.
 The guards had already crept up to the sturdy wooden bridge that led to the other side of the river. A little more, and get to the soldiers Rogvold possessions Jarl Ragnar. It was the frontier land Etterlingov. There were no mountains, and extended great and vast plain. Turning to the other side, the terrorists drove past the stately stones, scribbled runes. They were lined up in a circle and served as an altar for the priests of the ancient gods. Now there was no one with them.
 If you drive a little bit more, it is already beginning to be seen magnificent city Jarl Ragnar. It was a border town Purvill, which once belonged to the tribes skasonov. But the king did Haraldsson Bear land of their own tribes, and local people ordered to kill. In Purville King set Jarl Ragnar. And just today it was heading to his cousin Rogvold Fairhair, Jarl of Alfhida. He had not seen the precious family member, and to this day is bound to be significant for the ruler and the valiant Alfhida viceroy. Day long-awaited meeting.
 - Something quiet, like Arngrim between the buttocks - Tukvalds voice was heard - I do not like starts.
 Now he was not joking, and his voice, on the other hand, sounded like something strange and a little insecure.
Rogvold tried to listen. City Jarl Ragnar was already pretty close. But really nothing could be heard. What a strange, nowhere grafted and frightening silence. Druzhinniki slightly slow down the speed of the fighting beasts. Rogvold found inside some signs of emerging fear. It is a strange feeling suddenly began to increase strongly.
 - And indeed, something did not hear anybody - said Rogvold Fairhair, looking around - usually the noise Purvilla almost deafening, even from afar. Mirandesanskie traders out there who are in bulk, their cries even a dragon slaughtered.
 - Yes, we remember four years ago with Rogvold traveled here, - he heard the voice cuirassier Torgeir - There has been a lot of people. Even at the altar, we saw four of the priests who conducted their magical rites. Tukvald rights. Something is wrong.
 "Something is wrong," - murmured the voice in the head of Jarl Rogvold, "Something happened .... something bad."
 - I remember that we are still in the distant past on Arngrim went - there was a thundering voice Sveneld - I still remember how they cut our entire village. All gnawed even the bones have left. When our cavalry close to the settlement, was almost the same dead silence. I still remember her ... And then we went to the village and saw a bunch of vile bodies ... ...
 - Do you think, at Jarl Ragnar someone made a raid? - The question here Torgeir, killing companion - But who?
 - Ragnar Lands are bordering with Mirandesa - said here Rogvold Fairhair - But our king is not in war with mirandesans. We have a peace treaty with the thirty-ninth year. Had he decided to break it? No ... something is clearly wrong.
 - Can Arngrim do it? - Heard voices and other warriors. - Maybe it's them again raid?
 - I'm starting to seriously worry - Sveneld said, - You know, I still can not forget the village ....
 - Spurred the horses! - Rogvold commanded, drew his sword from its sheath, - Let's see what happened in Purville. Now is not the time to speculate! It is better to see for ourselves!
 - Wotan help us - quietly whispered Tukvald, he spurred his horse.
 Riders greatly accelerated. Many of the warriors drew their swords and povyhvatyvali due sinuses battle ax. Any thoughts on the festival and the sweet pleasures immediately disappeared from their heads. With possessions Jarl Ragnar something happened, and it's something that was clearly not good. Rogvold felt a strange surge of cold, which soon covered his entire body. Despite the fact that he was at full gallop, Earl felt inside an ice block. Goosebumps ran over his skin. He pochuvstval pungent smell of smoke.
 After passing a few vents, Rogvold realized that it turned out to be a combatant can not be right. Languages ??Jarl Ragnar were attacked. As soon came to the city, Earl saw that the gates were destroyed.
 City Purvill by King Haraldsson was surrounded by a wooden, but the strong ramparts. To strengthen the working day and night thousands of slaves, whom the king soldiers drove from the north. Purvill it has been strong for many armies or enemy hordes. But now Rogvold saw only the charred ruins. The whole town is just underway. The smell of smoke was so strong that one of the combatants Rogvold terrible cough. His lungs could not withstand such a malicious stream.
 Drive through the broken gate, retainer Rogvold were in the city. Now the thought of idols and luxury completely left the warriors head. Their eyes were focused, and weapons ready for a possible battle.
Rogvold felt anger rising within him. It was the possession of his cousin. He who destroyed the city, should bear the terrible punishment.
 - Nowhere is killed, - a voice Torgeir who closely surveyed the ruins Purvilla.
 Indeed, not a single dead body was found. The city was burning, but its inhabitants mysteriously disappeared. They seemed to be here and not there. But Rogvold knew it was not true.
 When they reached the palace Jarl Ragnar Rogvold discovered that he survived. Surprisingly, because the enemy had burned everything here. But the palace meanwhile has remained completely intact and did not even have damage.
 Here are just a statue of King Hruntin Haraldsson on the area was broken into pieces. Enemies seen hated enemy Etterlingov, once so fiercely destroyed it.
 - Great Wotan, - said Rogvold saw the wreckage of the once majestic monument - Whoever did this obviously hates the great of King Haraldsson.
 - Why they left the palace in one piece? - Amazement said Torgeir - Strange it all ....
 - I have it all starts to irritate - a voice was heard Tukvalda.
 Warrior Berserker is now looked sullen cemetery ghouls. His eyes glowed all fierce fire. It would seem that he is now ready to break and destroy everything around her two-handed ax.
 The riders dismounted by Jarl order. They have carefully checked their weapons. Horses were told to leave the square. It was not just mounts and trained these intelligent creatures. They did not even have to tie. They knew his masters voice and appearance, and always come to the rescue.

 Jarl soldiers left one of the young warriors to protect their animals. It is not yet sufficiently well proved his loyalty, and Alfhida Bishop was going to check it.
 - Ingvar! - She said in a commanding tone Rogvold - Watch the horses. Meets the head.
 - Yes, my Jarl, - responded the one who named Ingvar while bowing, - I'm glad to help you.
 Soldiers with weapons drawn proceeded to the huge front door, leading to the palace Jarl Ragnar. Despite the feeling of hunger and some fatigue, the soldiers moved forward with a confident and determined look.
 "Oh, we could not celebrate a feast" - thought to myself, Sveneld, "But there is nothing in the world ... Eternal Battle dishes even more than here."
 - Follow me, - ordered the earl Rogvold.
Voiiny almost came close to the door. They were slammed wide open. Strange ... After all, during a raid enemies usually left all the gates wide open. But here someone obviously waiting Rogvold and his comrades. Someone powerful already knew that he would come here.
Rogvold held his sword at the ready. He was ready for any attack. In his head Jarl already cranked plan, as will be possible to fight an opponent who emerges abruptly opened its gates from Ragnar's palace.
 Suddenly the silence was interrupted by the neighing of the horses in the distance, behind the crowd of soldiers. These sounds are not published Rogvold horses. Earl and his vigilantes immediately turned back.
 - To us someone jumps! - Ingvar abruptly shouted, pointing his spear on the street behind.
 - All ready! - I shouted in all throat Rogvold - built in the shield wall!
 - Ingvar Throw horses, come to us! - I heard a scream Sveneld.
 This event is almost caught by surprise Jarl soldiers. Suddenly there was a thundering sound of the horn. This is even more alarmed many retainers. But the earl felt some relief in his chest. He knew it could not be enemies.
This horn and sound were long familiar Rogvold. Royal horn. King Hruntina Haraldsson Horn.
 - Stop! - Shouted Rogvold - This horn Haraldsson.
 - Indeed not enemies - he said Sveneld also hear the familiar sounds.
 To the pillar at the door of the palace Ragnar soldiers approaching six heavily armored riders. One of them was clothed with a coat of armor from head to toe and red tunic with a dragon. He stood out among the other soldiers. In his hand was visible a long battle sword. The guards were dressed in ordinary mail. They held long spears.
Rogvold immediately recognized the face of the detachment commander. It was not just any royal court. They rode himself Athelstan, son Hruntina Haraldsson, and the Crown Prince of the Kingdom. Now he held the position of head of the palace of King Guard.
 - Crown Prince granted - Torgeir said, - It is evident that something serious.
 Riders past the ruined monument Hruntina and approached the crowded Rogvold retainers. Athelstan abruptly stopped his horse, and immediately dismounted. His weapons he did not let out of the hands.
 The guards of the king also followed the example of the commander and poslezali with their horses.
 - Athelstane! - Loudly said Rogvold, running forward to his old friend. - Athelstane!
 His sword Earl put into the sheath, and then abruptly hugged fellow. Rogvold knew Athelstan a long time ago. Moreover, he was his mentor martial arts from his early youth. Children at Rogvold was not, and because he loved the boy like his own son. He could still remember every detail of his sword lessons.
 - Rogvold Fairhair! You? - I asked the Crown Prince in amazement, - What are you doing here? What's going on here?
 - This is what we would like to ask you, Your Highness, - a voice was heard Tukvalda - What happened here ... Jarl Ragnar possessions looted and devastated. Everything is burnt to ashes, okromya his mansion. Who did it - it is not known to any of us.
 - Like me - he responded Athelstane - I come here on behalf of my father. Secret mission. We need to talk to Ragnar eye to eye. But I feel I have that this will not happen.
 - And we came to stay with him - said it Rogvold - I have not seen your favorite cousin. He comments yarlstvo Hrolfu and arrived here with the best warriors. But everything went to pieces. We are extremely worried.
 - In any case, you have to enter the palace and find out what happened to Ragnar, - Crown Prince said, - I need it urgently.
 the palace gates appeared closed only from the outside. Rogvold believed that the enemy may be hiding in the monastery of Ragnar. And he immediately threw all extraneous thoughts, when he saw the giant doors start to open. Opened unto them extremely slow and creaked badly.
 - Weapons at the ready! - Athelstane shouted, raising his sword to the top.
 The soldiers began to be built in the shield wall as fast as they could. It took them a few seconds to create an excellent barrier against enemies. Rogvold and Athelstan stood shoulder to shoulder and holding shields in front of him. Next to them was heard fierce growl berserk Tukval, Who was willing to turn any enemy into a pile of bones and meat.

 - Wotan! Wotan! Wotan! - Heard the battle cries of warriors, to publish them in all throat - Wotan! Wotan!
 Huge palace gates began to open up faster and faster. And then, because of them seemed a huge bloody warrior. He was clad only in a loincloth. His eyes gleamed scarlet magical fire. His whole body was covered with ritual tattoos, beard braided in three knots, and her hair disheveled, so that he was more like the inhabitants of Helheim, rather than per person.
 In the hands of the furious and terrible berserk held a giant two-handed ax.
 Fury of being amazed even Tukvald, who was considered the strongest druzhina Rogvold.
 An enemy soldier growled so loudly that Rogvold nearly ruptured eardrums. The roar was so deafening that the remaining glass in the small window of the palace immediately cracked and split.
 Seeing the combat system vigilantes Rogvold and Athelstan, berserker ax lifted up and at a breakneck speed rushed to the soldiers. Rogvold did not expect such a sudden turn of events. This was truly enormous berserker, two and a half meters tall.
 But suddenly the enemy slowed their movement. There was a crossbow shot whistling. The arrow flew from outside the palace and drove straight into the back of the head berserk. The enemy immediately stopped and cried. From its head stuck an arrow, and hair stained with blood. But berserk nevertheless was still alive. Despite sticking out of their heads arrow, he growled again, like a wild buffalo.
 Then the doors of the palace flew again and a crossbow bolt pierced the enemy's back. But the berserker did not pay any attention to it. He again continued his movement towards Rogvold and his comrades.
 There Tukvald violated building wall panels. He threw the shield away and flew down ahead comrades. With breakneck speed and wild roar he approached berserk and with all his strength struck him with a battle ax at the enemy's torso. He drew a bloody line on the belly of the enemy. Berserk cried out in pain and dropped from the hands of heavy weapons. Then again Tukvald snarled and struck a crushing blow on the head with the enemy. Axe split berserk skull into two parts, and the blade stuck in his brain. Enemy Tukvaldu blood spattered face. That's just the enemy was not going to die at all. He was still alive, in spite of an ax sticking out of his skull.
 The enemy fell to his knees and looked fiercely at his killer. Magical red lights in his eyes lit up even more.
 - Well, who are you, what - furiously yelled Tukvald, and then picked up enemy weapons. A two-handed ax has seemed somewhat heavy for a warrior, but he sustained her weight. With fury buffalo Tukvald brought down the ax at the enemy's body and cut it into two halves.
 - There was one enemy was two - heard the nervous laughter from the crowd Sveneld warriors - Heh-heh-heh.
 Horrible Berserker was defeated. But Rogvold still concerned by the question. Who was shooting at the enemy from the palace?
 - Well, who he is something, - said Athelstane, getting closer and closer toward the open doors of the palace Ragnar - Tukvald it a hundred times already killing had. But he is not to die.
 - I have a loss in the wild, - heard the voice berserk Tukvalda - I told him in a crushing Bosko struck. And he kept moving and still looking at me. And with his eyes that something was wrong. Red lights some. Oh, bad smells ...
 - I do not like it, - said here Rogvold - Smacks of something dangerous. Sorcery.
 - Help .... - suddenly heard almost sepulchral voice from the side of the palace.
 The doors were opened to him. None of them did not come out more. As soon it sounded that voice, pleading for help. A voice full of despair and madness. And the worst thing that Rogvold learned one who screamed. It was none other than Frolaf, butler earl Ragnar. Rogvold long known the old man. He served in the palace even during the time when Ragnar was not born.

 - Frolaf there! - Cried Jarl Rogvold - Forward. Let's help him.
 Judging by his voice, butler was shot and seriously with it. Soldiers with weapons drawn ran to the palace grounds of Ragnar. They immediately found themselves in honey Hall, where Jarl usually received visitors, consulted with his subjects, held courts and feasting. Honey Hall has not changed since the old days. The same wooden walls, the same candlesticks, the same great picture and tables. Here are just a few details distinguishes the new Hall on what Rogvold so often seen in the past.
 Tables were completely empty, and everywhere on the floor was littered with bodies of soldiers slain Jarl Ragnar. In Ragnar had excellent crossbowmen. They were considered the best in the whole kingdom Etterlingov. When King Haraldsson announced a campaign against what a hostile tribes, he always called warriors yarlstva Ragnar. Their crossbows always found its target. In addition to firearms, the soldiers were famous Ragnar and superb craftsmanship in possession maces. Here are just now these valiant warriors were defeated.
 Throughout honeys hall lay the dead body of the great warrior Ragnar.
 - Great Wotan! - He shouted in horror Rogvold - Who did it? Who created such evil?
 - Jotun .... - again suddenly heard the faint voice rannenogo cupbearer.
 His body was somewhere among the fallen soldiers. Athelstane also knew that old man. Even in his early youth, he attended Ragnar possession, and had a long conversation with the butler about the magic and geography. Saki was not only a servant of the earl, he also defended his master from the enemy, kept his secrets and mysteries, and even in the absence Jarl ruled possessions. Frolaf was a master of all trades.
 - Jotun .... - again heard the voice of the butlers, - They were Jotun ..... .....
 Athelstan finally found the body of an old friend. Old sender Jarl was clad in chainmail combat. All the wounded, he was lying in front of a wooden chair, which once sat one of Ragnar's warriors. Frolaf dying, but still firmly held the sword in his hands. His eyes were already rolling.
 - Jotun .... - staring into the void, croaked Frolaf - They clouded mind Ragnar ...
 - What you said? - With astonishment Rogvold inquired, approaching the old man dies, - dizzy?
 - How are you, old friend? - I heard the voice of Athelstan, who squatted down and hugged his old friend.
 But Frolaf only cried out in pain. He was so wounded that every touch of his body seemed sharp dagger blow for him. Athelstan immediately let go of the old man, but remained sitting beside him.
 - What happened here, Frolaf? - I cried Jarl Rogvold - Who attacked you? Why did you say that they clouded the mind of Ragnar?
 - Because .... - I responded the old butler - Because .... it's all he killed.
 - He killed? - With wild amazement I asked the earl.
 The news came like a sharp blow hammer for him. Behind him he heard voices and puzzled vigilantes. If Ragnar really did it, who then burned the city and killed all its inhabitants? Then who perpetrate all this carnage? And who was the same terrible berserk, they finished off with a wild hard? And who finally fired to insane warrior in the back with a crossbow? In the minds of the soldiers brewing hundreds of questions.
 - He killed? - Echoed Athelstane Jarl - How?
 - He's waiting for you - a barely audible voice whispered Frolaf - He knew ... that you come here. But he needed .... you ... ... son of Athelstan Hruntina. You've brought something here ... right?
 - How did he know? - Said the Crown Prince in horror, - How?
 - Just give it to me, and I will spare your ing oslopasov - fiercely growled old Frolaf.
 His voice was not weak and dying. On the contrary, the old man spoke firmly and with undisguised hatred terrible. Athelstan immediately recoiled from Frolafa. The Crown Prince and the soldiers around even more horrified when they saw that the old man's eyes filled with crimson fire. Pupils in them mysteriously disappeared.
 - Just give me the ing stone, the son of a harlot port, - growled guttural voice Frolaf - Just give it to me! Or I'll break your little pozvonochnichki of your puny backs and break them into hundreds of pieces! I have to cut you like pigs!
 the old man's voice became louder and louder. A second later he had already spread like a deafening roar.
 - I'll eat your damned head completely! - Continued the roar of a monster - I chew your bones! I will cut your warriors a thousand different parts, and you ....
 But to finish the old man had not possessed. Rogvold with full force thrust into his body combat blade. He could no longer listen to that horrible demonic roar.
 - Teyvaz Kenaz! - Shouted in all throat Jarl Rogvold.
 It was one of the spells that were once used by priests. Yes, in today's world, the real magic was not easy to find, but still Jarl Rogvold had some knowledge. He had many good teachers more at his own father. He had studied the ancient runes, and learned how to use them. Just today he has applied for the first time now fighting spell.
 Once Rogvold plunged into the body of the old man his sword, the blade immediately suffused with dazzling blue flame. The flames were so bright that the soldiers around almost lost vision. It became brighter and brighter, and then there was a still more dazzling flash. The resulting shock wave after it, rasshvyryala all the soldiers in different directions.
Rogvold at breakneck speed crashed into one of the tables, narrowly after breaking his head. His blade has remained stuck in the body of a monstrous monster, the former once the old Frolafom.
 When the witching effect has passed, the warriors have found that the old man is no more. His body is unknown manner evaporated. But with him gone and knows where Warblade Rogvold.
 - Great Mother of the Gods! - Furiously blurted Athelstan, looking at this spectacle - Rogvold, and you know how to surprise.
 - Rune magic - responded to this earl, - she taught me a long time ago. I thought that all these tales. But today was convinced of the opposite. That's just where zapropastilsya my sword ....
 Warriors around yet did not have time to recover. They are great navidalis in your life exciting and scary things, but such magic they are for all those years had never seen even once. And fall on them all the impact is not the best way. Sveneld was no longer with them. This valiant warrior fell badly. He and all his might hit his head on a huge priestly stone that Earl Ragnar put in the palace as a talisman. Skull Sveneld just could not resist such a strong impact.
 But so far the deaths retainer has not seen the rest of his teammates.
 - It's all because of the stone, - finally said Athelstane, looking stern look on Rogvold - Father instructed me to deliver it to Ragnar that he hid it deep down. He told me that the stone is strange visions and he does not give plaguing quiet. And I brought him here. And now I understand that someone's after him ... This was cursed debris.
 - Show us - an angry voice said Earl.
 His surviving combatants approached the standing crowned heads.
 Athelstan obeyed the orders of his friend, and pulled from his pocket a strange kind casket. She was a small, but nevertheless Rogvold felt a mysterious power emanating from her. In his hands began nowhere grafted, tingling.
 And then he heard a strange and unknown whisper that came from somewhere in the depths of the universe. He did not hear the words uttered a whisper, but clearly know that the stone is clearly a dangerous thing. The magical energy is clearly made itself felt.

 - What kind of stone? - Questioned Rogvold - Where is it found?
 - Father found during a campaign against mining giants - responded Athelstan, stronger and stronger clutching the strange demonic artifact casket.
Torgeir between pochuvstval sharp headache. She came not from the fall, and by strengthening the magical effect of the unknown witch's stone.
 - He found it when he killed their king, - Crown Prince continued, - Father said that the king of the giants had warned him about the danger from the stone. He called the stone strange word "chip", and also said that no one should touch it. What stone is cursed ... and that he will bring only death ....
 - What demon - furiously cursed Rogvold - Haraldsson And it took him? How ing trophy?
 - With all due respect, sir, - he heard the voice of one of the royal guards, - But you're talking about our konung Hruntine Haraldsson, not some merchant in.
 -  you! - Angrily shouted Jarl -  you all! My father would never in my life did not take this stuff yourself! You do not know that there is. You do not know what evil may sit there. Have you heard the legend of the wreckage?
 - No, - answers were heard from all sides - not heard.
 None of the fighters, including Athelstan, and did not know about these myths. As soon as one Rogvold knew the terrible secret.
 - My father and the priests told me about it. - Said Rogvold - Thousands of years ago created a great race Jotun magical weapon against Gods. They called him the key to Ragnarok, the loss of everything. This ancient weapon could let the universe of real evil. They are intended to release their dark creator, who was imprisoned in the lower worlds of gods. But the gods prevented Jotun do it. They defeated the army of Jotun, found a ready-made artifact and split it into several parts. And then they rasshvyryali it in all the world, so that no one could find them again. And, behold, thou, Athelstan, brings one of them here. I even now feel the dark power emanating from this diabolical stone. Your father has ruined us all, Athelstane!
 - But you said that a lot of Flinders, - said the Crown Prince in amazement, - It's just one of them!
 - Even one can carry the death! - Shouted in a frenzy Jarl Rogvold - even one! Now Jotun know that we have the artifact. They will try to find it! Kill all in your path! Destroy the city! Now I understand why all this happened! They already know that the chip have! They already know everything!
 - God, what did he do - beside himself with horror whispered Athelstan - My father ... It was his biggest mistake.
 - Now we are all waiting for Ragnarok, - said furiously Rogvold Fairhair - All of us! You ruined our world forever!
 - Maybe better we will divide the box and destroy yotuns rubbish to pieces? - I heard the angry voice Tukvalda here.
 Valiant berserk with one blow knocked the box from the hands of the hands of Athelstan. The Crown Prince gave a warrior puzzled look. But Tukvald did not pay any attention to it. He deftly swung two-handed ax, and with all the forces unleashed it on the box.
 But he could not cause her any damage. The blade ax rebounded, and with all his strength Tukvaldu pierced in the head. Berserk screamed in extreme pain and clutched both hands on the weapon. All his attempts to pull the blade failed. He grunted loudly and then fell to the floor already lifeless. Blade and remained stuck in his head. Another valiant combatant Jarl went to the World of Walhalla.
 - It can not be destroyed! - Said Rogvold - human weapon can not do that!
 As soon Rogvold Fairhair said these words as the casket suddenly, as if by magic, flew into the air. She did not rush to the ceiling, but only hovered right in front goggles gaze warriors.
 And then she immediately rushed straight to the place where he stood Athelstan. He stared at this magical phenomenon that did not even notice how magical box pierced through him. She flew out of his back with a fountain of blood, and then ran in the other warriors standing in the lobby. Torgeir had no time to dodge the flying object and yotunskim casket with stone pierced him in the Adam's apple. She flew out of the back of his body and set to the other soldiers.
 In those few seconds Rogvold clearly watched all his soldiers were killed one by one. Everyone he knew a long time ago, just destroyed. Casket cut up bodies of many warriors of the kingdom, and then came close to Rogvold. Earl tried to dodge this diabolical object, but then found that the casket stopped. She completely stained with blood. Again this witching object floating in the air, and then began to rapidly rotate around its axis.
 And then nowhere grafted heavy carcass fell on Jarl and knocked him down. Rogvold rolled across the floor, but then forced himself to rise quickly. He caught lying on the floor with a battle ax and prepared to reflect the impact of the opponent.
 He again heard the furious howl berserk. It was exactly the same roar that published the mad warrior is going to attack the fighters at the gates of Ragnar's palace.
 No sooner had Rogvold think about it, how again it struck a heavy body and dumped on the floor again. The ax flew from Rogvold poskolzit hand and on the floor.
 Jarl again forced his body up and jumped to his feet. Not far from him lay a spear of one of the soldiers. He immediately grabbed him and put in front of him.
 But this time the enemy did not attack him. It is that Rogvold saw it was not the enemy. He had known the man. He even comes to his distant relative. Rogvold remembered all the moments that he spent with the once-mighty warrior.
 It was his own cousin, Ragnar. But now he had changed noticeably. His eyes glowed crimson magical fire, exactly the same as he had seen in that crazy berserk. Ragnar was clad in black armor with lots of thorns. On his head gaped high hat with long bull horns. In the hands of the former Earl of holdings held that mysterious box Athelstan. It was one of the most powerful artifacts in the entire universe.
 - I will not kill you, my brother, - guttural voice growled Ragnar, crimson eyes staring Rogvold - But you should know one thing. Jotun always get what they want. This stone was needed them. And I'll give it to them. Farewell forever!
 - Brother! - I shouted in all throat Jarl by throwing himself forward with a mad cry.
 But Ragnar did not hear it. The once mighty Jarl simply disappeared into the dazzling bright bluish flash. He disappeared into the unknown and carried with him a box with the artifact. Damn stone was forever lost to Rogvold and all Etterlings.
 - God, what have we done, - whispered in wild horror Jarl Rogvold Fairhair.
 And then he just fell down. His legs could no longer carry his body. Rogvold collapsed to the floor, covering her face with her hands and sobbed loudly. Everything was lost. Today, they have lost the battle, and the enemy has triumphed.
 But it was only one battle. One small battle in the whole vast universe. The battle but not the war.
 The war has yet to be!

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#1046767 Village Stories (by A.Krokhmal)

Posted by BagaturKhan on 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.

Translated by Google....

"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."




#1046766 Village Stories (by A.Krokhmal)

Posted by BagaturKhan on 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