Curse of stoyker

Curse of stoyker

Clouds of forest fog... А snail on a ribwort leaf... Two drops of dew simultaneously falling from a camomile stem... flowers of edelweiss... chirp of a sparrow and measured knock of a woodpecker... mooing of a mysterious bird of time... a titmouse: jump-leap, jump-leap… a ray of the sun tearing apart forest darkness... Dawn.

Chirp of grasshoppers and sugary aroma of bouquets of forest hebenon.... prattle of cold waters, marked a human word «brook», depth of the forest.... core of pine wildernesses.... refuge of beasts far from human eyes...., khmelya bumps pine granules.... slow growth of sensitiveness voice fluctuation... reduction luminosity on a few units. People named this instant sunset. Compression something a fairy-tale, not quite ordinary and can even eccentric. Ringing of bells of night-birds, especially neyasytey. Dale, fully studded weeds. Log cabin.

Time step by step moved up to this place and unnoticed touched it with the breathing of the chipped mouth. At the back of the log cabin was heard the slow, but orderly clicking, and then quite a creak, knock of the boards that were bendings under someone's feet. In the dwelling that was dead yet a minute ago the souls of candles began to palpitate. Apparently, owners appeared there. It seemed that even the apexes of the trees bent over to hear what was taking place in this wooden idol musty in a blanket time and by cheese in the sheet of dense fog. Strange sounds, fidgeting of temperamental creatures and simply measured haw as pattering in an oak small cask from under a last year's choucroute, the dissatisfied snorting and sugary porosyach'e pokhryukivanie was heard in a house during whole night. But to the morning all fallen silent. Nature as after nightmarish sleep, came in the workaday state. A house is numb again on indefinite time. Under the vaults of the tiled roof handsomely covered cladinas, someone was unnoticed estimated dead and passed to this lifelessness the house which quietly accepted it, again included in track of kazhdodnevnoy measured. But what has happened in this log cabin in the same night?..

And here is a dark room where nothing reminds of Adam and Eve's descendants.