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Tale of the Mermaid silver

... Powerful and everlasting dark forests around the ancient city of Murom. Lives in them not frightened beasts, cunning man never known.

Goes through the forest wide Murom Tsar tract. And from him dive into slumber windbreaks overgrown weeds stitches-track. Who they beat a? Where are they? No one knows.

But ... Hark! Hooves on the old road. Rider. Branches lashed to cap sable. Rotation, the other ... Suddenly flickered in more light. Clop-clop - Remove exhausted horse on the meadow, to the back of the old cottage.

Dismounted good fellow. Silence all around, the dog does not bark, does not squeak Sump gate ...

      - Hey, the hosts! Take the sovereign rights to stop! I get lost ...

Opened the door an old man in a shabby Jaeger mundirchike, candles lit the way:

      - Who will be something, tell us.

      - Imperial courier, food with a nice Cviyazhsk Moscow-City, which is the Volga.

Cracked in a coal oven, slammed Stavenko in the wind ... That samovar on the table puffed. How not to be talking here? Adjusted on the side of the courier spravno saber.

      - And what are you, old man, protected? Around a hundred miles - not a soul, backwoods.

      - That is true - sigh old - yes, we left here Tsarev decree to save travelers from magic of this place. Each passing I must tell a story. There you are, youngster, look ...

It was once a country estate of the road, and if it means a pond with swans, ducks, yes. Old gentleman died. His children did not want to live in a wilderness area, had gone to the capital. A homestead abandoned.

Fled days, years flew. Dilapidated house. Was covered with mud and duckweed pond. And bred in him mermaid - water nymphs. The day they could not be found, do not call out, but as the night - they are right there. Lead dances, sing songs ... Yeah so sweetly sing that your trickle rings! But once a year, on the night blooming fragrant lily of the valley, going mermaid on a small island in the middle of the pond and build a fabulous tower: from splashing they weave a thin thread, and the thread that - pure silver. Really, I'm not lying! And there is this wonderful tower silver smoothly until dawn. Then disappears, melts away like smoke, along with Princesses water.

A lot of people found hunters to mermaid silver. They secretly made their way to the pond, waiting for the night cherished - and teremu! People did not know that silver is at the touch of human hands melted immediately, and again with water Bolotnaya paid. Charmed, I see, it's ... Hunter also after that date is not himself became. Face men in the woods wandering, all searching for something.

That commanded sovereign-priest put here to make a guard to turn back all passersby. There you are, Sovereign people drink tea and sleep lie down. In the morning I'll take you on a great path, and you'll go away before ... A straight road is not here, remember!

Got done in the old times are bowed

      - Thank you, Grandpa, for shelter and food. I'm just not going to stay for the night. Dispatch was too hasty, my ...

No sooner said than done. Again rode a secret courier road, all fainter and fainter. I really do not see stars ... Suddenly snorted a good horse, but his rider pulled off to the side of the road. And out of the shadows of the forest suddenly smelled moisture marsh, sounded sweet song ... Suddenly seized with a strange numbness boys. It's like a dream fairy saw. He spent his hand over his face, as a sticky web of tearing ...

      - Shalish! - Shouted into the blackness of the forest. - I've heard I about pampering your witch! But with me it will not pass ...

Firm hand turned courier horse on track. And soon subsided away echo of horses' hooves. Only after the traveler leaves rustled, gently so tempting ...