![]() ![]() The right hand seems to be bored and did not obey. "Mother of God!" - I decided Ivan, looking at the woman, and I wanted to cross, as they taught him in the very first childhood, but could not. Neither the local mermaids, nor those women who lived for a long time in the village, did not see such eyes, Ivan did not see, but I remembered the icons remaining in the hut from grandfather and great-grandfather: there were big and serious eyes there. And then I saw: hanging right above the water is a big light ball, weakly noticeable on the background of the sky, in it the square door is open, in which the silver woman stands, with a golden sampling woman and does not drive a big gray eye from Ivan. Ivan was woven, grinned himself, then I looked over the lake. Some trees stood along the whole shore and standing dreed - from daily fatigue or especially an ancient age. I looked at my eyes to the right, I looked left, I looked back with care - not to see anyone. He caught then, in the evening, fish on the lake, caught a good pike and a catmaid of the bearing, was going home to leave, as suddenly felt that someone was looking at him, and not just so, but with a strong strong perseverance. ![]() Nevertheless, by any other not known signs, Ivan found that it was at the same hundred thirty-three years a monotonous course of inconspicuous and unmearing his life was disturbed. Maybe he left behind him behind his back of the living beaches - the fools after all the bills do not know, and not because they live especially for a long time and never on earth are not transferred - even in Russian, even in German. And so he passed his day after day, a week for a week, and all thirty-three years flew, like a dream and how the dream was forgotten, and there was nothing to remember. ![]() Lust the land, sowed bread and flax, in the summer the mushrooms-berries collected in the forest, I caught fish in the near Lake, in which the mermaids were kept, not strongly understood. They say that he earlier he sang, but now only embroidered - she was cold, see, in the wind.Ībout Ivanov Life to tell seems to be and nothing. I also looked at the whole surrounding area from the ridge of the roof a wooden cockerel, turning from the side to the side, depending on the wind. It silent all his property and livestock, although it is unknown from whom, the dog is Polica of an unknown breed. He kept yet, besides the chickens of these most, a cow and a horse, a dozen sheep and the heels of bee hives - there is no little much, but for one. People who are inxicated, long ago from the village left, doors and windows with boards pricious, and he did not think of it and left one-dinner here, his own chirma of mourses. Once he heard that if someone was born, she was fool and dying, and she calmed down. He lived or rich, nor poor, nor boring, nor fun, did not complain about anything and did not ask anything. In fairy tales: Pop Ivan, Ivan Tsarevich, Ivashka White shirt, Ivanushka Fools occupy the first places. ![]()
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