Teperich, so we will catch crayfish, and after the game will go!. Tea, brought what new?
Of course!. I will already tell you, and now lets go on Eric.
Vukol, despite the hurt leg, ran ahead of all: dry and thin, it was easiest on the run: nobody could be ahead him. Behind the Spiked glade Postepok fell into abrupt, hilly coast, and in this place was called Eric: here much crayfish were found. The great master to catch them there was Stepashka the Sheep Mug. He undressed, carefully went down in water, having plunged into it up to a throat, a vypucha of an eye, began to rummage hands under water: in the abrupt, mossy coast crayfish hid in special holes, and nobody was able to pull out so dexterously underwater hermits as did it the Mug. In a minute he threw on the coast of large cancer, then another, the third. Other children brought together them and piled. The laurels went to ask a kettle to fishermen, Vukol collected dead wood. The fire flared soon.
When all took seat around fire, Vukol told:
I will tell you a new game the siege of Troy from life of ancient people is called There were heroes Odysseus, Achilles and Hector. I read this book recently Troy it was the city, and it was burned during war, and war came out because of Beautiful Elena. This history so begins:
Anger, about the goddess, sing of Achilles, Peleev of the son
Sheep Mug diligently inflated a flame, and his long, freckled face amazingly similar to a sheep or goat muzzle reddened from a flame and strain. The laurels, in a shubnyak full of holes, a ripped cap, barefoot, enclosed firewood, Alyapa, small, tolstenky, with linen hair, with a thick nose broke the prepared boughs, the Scaffold, similar to the brother, but is more comely, was heated at fire: autumn morning was coldish, fresh wind blew. Vukol wound a wreath from oak branches, put on it the head. After the ardent story all were silent for about a minute.
And an otkelev you know all this, exactly everywhere were? with ingenuous surprise bloated Alyapa asked.
Yes itself bat that in books read! was responsible for Vukol Lyosk at ooh, fierce to a chitanye!.
I not only read Vukol objected I when he in the city of veins, in theater saw any representations also in them played roles. There such stories are played, well and you see, happened as really, real-life such people what lived one thousand years ago
See you!
Really! all alive saw both Elena Prekrasnuyu and Paris and Menelaus! Only in a ridiculous look, and in the book they are not ridiculous!.
And the fire of Troy saw?
And that as?
Eh, here to have a look! lanky the Mug waved long hands I love if that burns!. and again began to blow on fire.
Throw! derisively told it the being silent Laurels all the time and so too burns!
I love! it was not appeased the Mug, however rose from knees, shifted a cap on a nape and wiped sweat from a freckled forehead. Then, having become even more similar to a sheep, unexpectedly screamed, having turned on one leg: Great burns! Give, children, a near stack zazhgy! at-at! as if was engaged!
Waugh-from! with a sneer the solid Laurels squoze the word clever what!. it is told, three years not баял, and blurted out so take out Saints! unless it then was mown to burn down?
Yes it not our hay, not rustic, купцово!
So that купцово?
And that Stepka zagoryachitsya suddenly yesterday тятя came from a meeting, so told: the merchant at us otymt everything and pasture will be its, and Zaymishche to it will depart, both the wood, and Shipova a glade!
Young peasants became agitated and made a din exactly as their fathers on a meeting:
You lie all!
The wood to us departed from the barin!
Hundred years ours!
You naplet everything!
Yes ask men! waving a hand, as if beat off the Mug. In exactly men go: Yudan Gayduk, Spiridon yes in any way Ivan Listratov?
Along the road by a stack there were three men and about something argued with fervency, making and clapping a helpless gesture on hips.
One of them big growth, the handsome with a black broad beard and a cap of a curly hair on the head the brother Gruni, the joker and the mischievous person, shouted:
Yes what to it in teeth to look? And, увидав children, shouted, laughing: Children, light merchants a stack! Tell that I ordered!
Also it raskatitsya by a laughter, sparkling white teeth and inflating the same thoroughbred, beautiful nostrils, as at Gruni. Men passed in the wood, continuing the conversation.
Sheep Mug triumphantly looked at companions.
Shto? I lie? And men about what bat? Zazhgem, and more than anything! the uncle Ivan ordered!
He grabbed the burning brand, but interrogatively looked at Vukol, as if expecting permission of the ataman.
Do not order! in a low voice the uncle advised it troubles we will acquire!
But as if the demon seized the nephew.
Drag! he resolved.
Sheep Mug with burning golovny in a hand delighted ran around a stack and stuck with it into dry, friable hay.
The stack was engaged from all directions.
Small sparks, smoking thin streams, quickly ran up and, expanding an ardent ring, captured a stack.
Tumbled down black smoke through which big wings of a bright red flame rose and trembled. Fire raised a howl with an unexpected force and ferocity, having partly puzzled instigators
It would be not necessary! reproachfully the Laurels sighed there will be to us a blowup!
All were silent, ready to stop unexpected and yet not seen them rage of fire.
At many heart заныло repentance and heavy presentiment. Only the Sheep Mug had fun and whether falsely whether is not present danced, shouting as drunk:
Fire of Troy!
Suddenly on the wood ringing, bystry blows of horse hoofs sounded: to them at a gallop on a bareback horse the familiar man Abram Tsarev who was on duty this day at a fire warehouse came tearing along. It was angry and pale, with the uncombed head and a beard, without cap and a belt, barefoot.
Hto lit it? terribly he cried, having besieged a horse.
Smoke was spread by a black cloud over the wood.
Children were confused a little, but then chorus cried:
To us Ivan Listratov ordered!
Abram burst in perfect abuse.
Then Vukol came forward and told quietly:
I lit it!
The man wanted to rake up the fellow for hair, but changed mind: the boy is strange, from the big village the grandfather Matveis vnuchonok, a family spravny and Elizara he knew: the district Elizar is known to all. Swore once again, shook the fist at the company and with all the might skipped away back.
When it was behind a coppice, all exchanged glances.
Why you undertook? quietly Vukola the uncle asked Stepka lit?
I do not renounce, знамо I! confirmed the Mug.
I spoke to you it is not necessary! reasonably continued Laurels for an arson in a jail put!
In a sharp og? scaredly Alyapa exclaimed and suddenly began to whimper.
Alyapa! all laughed was afraid?
All this you! the others began to make a racket, approaching Stepka.
Mug grew quiet, it is guilty moved back, looking around and, povidimy, choosing a moment to turn the tail.