Raven's Blade.
he dense thickets, roamed with pensive glare along the simple, devoid of patterns of the handle, sometimes moving onto a powerful long blade, with a slate-black stripe of blood flow. It
en such beauty
attention to myself, but no one will leave such things unattended just like that. Prob
distance a dog gabbled angrily, and a light w
e hilt. It felt warm and velvety to the touch, like mole skin. As soo
of a shaking of the earth or a lightning strike from the sky. A t
fault that
ing. He continued to lie quietly on the white coverlet, reflecting the dim lig
ere are strange, it will somehow be more reliable with you, "I muttered phlegmatically, attaching the knife to the belt of my jeans. I did not
out? Having suffered in this way for about half an hour, I gave up on everything, pulled off my shoes, w
"TV tower", "Aunt Styopa", "lighthouse" - the boys at school managed to come up with up to ten nicknames for me in day, and the physical education teacher insisted that I definitely need to be sent to a sports school, to play basketball. Then everythin
h a tower. It's scary to imagine what would happen if I
e ones came, then those whose words I remembered only half. The musical repertoire has dried up. I had to switch to a poetry program. They went into action: Pushkin soldered into the head from the school bench; my beloved Lermontov; forgotten Nekrasov, Fet, Blok, Yesenin ... When only
lso now neither to the village nor to the city. But a compass was found in the side pocket. I completely forgot about him, carried away by testing my knowledge of natural history in practice. A brief gl
gone crazy back into my pocket, and continued on my
in the surrounding landscape - twilight, trees, snow, silence - everything remained in its place. I contin
order to pull out my leg, I had to raise my knee almost to the chin. Another step. Leg higher. Monotony dulled atten
few meters in blissful darkness, without the disgusting view of the snow and the black s
pened my mouth in order to express my indignation, a