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Mikhail Kotsyubinsky (1864-1913)

Shadows of forgotten ancestors

"Ivan was a nineteenth child in the Gutsul family Galіichukіv." He also had a child from others: "... Ivan I cried everything, shouted at night, grew badly and looked at the Nnah so deep, senile intelligent vision, that the mother in anxiously edged her eyes."
Those eyes seemed to have seen something hidden from others: "I look in front of yourself, but he sees some distant and not knowing anyone ..." Mata relief released Ivan from the house, and he went to the mountains, to the forest where he was Cozy, where everything was clear and native. Mother even feared, did not replace her child: "I didn't" be squeezed "the woman in the evils, did not whom somewhere at home, did not hurt the candles - and the tricky bіsiti managed to exchange her child to his traits." For the son better felt among the nature, in the forest than in the house in humans. The world seemed to him a fairy tale, "full wonders, mysterious, interesting and terrible." Ivan Seven years "I knew how to find kealan potion - Olegep, the Matrigan and the lift, I understood what Canyka's horse [Rod Korshun], from which Zozul was rebuilt, and when he told about all the same houses, the mother looked at him uncertainly: maybe He speaks?" Knowledge of the world of nature and the world of a person somehow quickly became accessible to him, understandable. "He knew that the unclean power would rule in the world that Aridnik [Angry Spirit] rules to all that in the forests of fully ledgers who grazed their marzhinka [Cattle]: deer, hares and sulne; What the cheerful Chugaystur is wandering there [the mythical forest being], which is now asking for a counter-dance and breaks the leaf; What lives in the forest voice of the ax. Above, in the anhydrous distant weeks [wild tops of the mountains], the tanks are breeding their infinite tanks, and Lesus hid on the rocks.
When the boy has grown, he was sent to the mouth of the cows. There, in the pasture, Ivan learned from the elders to play the swirls. And those ordinary songs did not satisfy him - other melodies lived in it, "unclear and elusive". It was the magical music of his native nature: "Because of the branches of a spruce, the saddles were looked by sadness from the clouds, that everything was washing the pale smile of the tsarok [fenced haymen close to the dwelling]. Mountains changed their mood every minute: when the tsarinka laughed, the forest frowned. And how hard it was to look at the rolling face of the mountains, it was so difficult for a child to catch a bizarre melody of the song, asked, Tіpal wings at the ear and was not given. "
Once Ivan went far to the mountains and suddenly heard that faced quiet music. But who played in this indulgence? Ivan returned and Scajäv: "On the stone, riding," That ", Leshel, twisted a sharp beard, hit the horns and, closing his eyes, blew in the floir." Ivan wanted to run - and could not; I wanted to scream - there is no voice. But here the voice appeared, and then the leather suddenly disappeared. Ivan rushed to run down, and fled, until he fell without his strength. Then, coming to himself, Ivan tried to repeat the melody, but she did not last long. But the guy started yet. Finally, "the forest walked a wonderful, not known song, joy joined his heart, poured the mountains, forest and grass with the sun, looked at the streams, raised his feet in Ivan and he ... Slipped in dance." Soul and heart sang by the guy. "On the sunny spot of the clearing, which crept into the gloomy kingdom of pines, the white boy rummed, as if the moth fluttered with a stalk on a stalk, and both cows - Zhovtany and Golubanya, looking at the heads between the branches, looked at him, chewing her head, and occasionally called him before dance. " In the forest found Ivan what I was looking for.
"Houses, in the family, Ivan often witnessed anxiety and grief. In his memory, twice the circle of their house of Tremb_tala Trembita, notifying the mountains and dollars about death: Once, when Brother Alyosh deduced a tree in the forest, and the second time, when Brachin Vasily, a nice cheerful guy, died in a fight with hostile genus, excised by hatchets " .
There was no rest here. People captured hatred and anger. The old enmity existed between the genus Palichuk, to which Ivan belonged, and the genus Guteukiv. No one could remember exactly where the feud went from, but still everything was boosted by malice and zeal.
In fact, Ivan's family was small. Of the twenty children survived only five, and the remaining fifteen reached the cemetery near the church. " Everyone in the family loved to go to church, especially for temple holidays. There it was possible to meet with long-range relatives, and sometimes "let the blood" Gutenyuki. These days, Paligichuki put on better clothes, Sіdlali horses and mountain paths went to church. And the trails were blossomed by red poppies: then Gutsules were safely removed.
Once, returning from the temple, two warring births met and a fight between Gutenyuki and Paliichuki occurred. Ivan did not understand how it happened, and when he saw his father, "like a fantasy pivate", rushed into a fight. In the heat of the fight hit the girl, "what was shaking from horror at the very cart." Ivan guessed that it was "Gutenyukov Girl," and began to run away, he caught up with her, sharkow for the sinus and spinned his shirt. From there they fell not the land of new kisniki, which he threw in the river. "Then the girl, the whole bent, looked at him soaked with some deep vision of black matte eyes and calmly said:
"Nothing ... I have others ... have better."
So the conversation began, and the girl reached the candy and shared it with Ivan. He knew, but took. "Now they were already sitting in the next morning, forgetting about the screech of the fight ... And she narrated him, what is called Marichka that she is already grasped" єta (sheep) ... And her eyes of black matte eyes are softly immersed in Ivanovo heart ... "
On the second day after the fight, Ivan's father died, old Palichuk. And heavy times stepped in his family. But in the memory of Ivan, the death of his father lived, but a meeting with the girl, which is offended by him innocently, "full confidence movement" gave him half candy. Ivan very much wanted to see the marchka again. And he met her, when pass cows, and she was sheep. Therefore, they met every time, passing sheep and cows, and it was their mystery.
"White ravines, having clogged into a chill of fir, looked with stupid eyes, as two children swung in Mkhah, calling in silence with a young laugh. Charter, they climbed onto white stones and terribly looked out from there in the abyss, from which the black ghost of the mountain was rapidly rising into the sky and breathed blue that she did not want to melt in the sun. In the settlement between the mountains flew into the valley stream and shaking on the stones of a gray beard. So it was warm, lonely and scary in the memorial silence, which the shore forest is that the children heard their own breath. But the ear stubbornly caught and increased to the biggest sizes of all sorts of sound, which should live in the forest, and sometimes it seemed that they hear someone's secret move, a deaf loaf of Barda, a rapid breath of tired breasts. "
So they grew among the streams and forests, clean and naive. But childhood passed, and Ivan "was already a guy, slim and strong, like a spruce, smeared the hair with oil, wore a wide belt and a magnificent heast. Marichka also walked in turns, and it was not enough to mean that she was ready to surrender. " They do not grazy more lambs, but met only for the holiday and on Sunday. "Convented near the church or somewhere in the forest, so that the old man did not know how the children of hostile childbirth love. Marica loved when he played the flour. Everything conceived, stuck the eyes somewhere behind the mountains, as if the species that others did not see, applied to the full lips, and a wonderful song, which no one was playing, quietly declared the Green Ottawa of the tsarok, where it was profitably sent their shadows of a her . And it seemed to them that in the world only two paints: "In the green - earth, blue - the sky." And among this green-blue light they are only two. "Marichka was survived on breflower, like a female dove dove, - cubs. She knew them many. Where did they come from - could not tell. They seem to have swoing with her still in the cradle, squatted in the font, born in her breast, how the flowers were gathering independent on the hay, as a fir grows in the mountains ... Marić and herself knew how to compose songs. "
The poetry of Ivanovy Melodies was hung with the volatile verses of Marichchi Kolomyk. They fell in love with each other. "She has long been Ivankov, from thirteen years old. What is in that amazing? The pastry of the sheep, often saw the goat peppers the goat or the ram of the sheep, - everything was so simple, naturally, as the world world, that no unclean thought clouded her heart. "
Marichka often asked if they were in a pair forever, because their families would never allow it. And Ivan assured that he would not ask relatives, because he should be married. On the dances, dropping it frankly and "how for anger of ancient, he waved his chick on the dance, so that already appeared to dismissed."
However, everything was noteworthy as Ivan thought. The fairness was destroyed, and it was necessary to go to the bars. "I must go to the valley, Marichko," he won in advance. " Marichka persogently agreed, although she was very sad. And that amounts poured out in Spevankas:
Іzgady me, my nice, twice a day. And I click you seven times an hour.
She comforted herself that he would definitely look at the mountains, he could, and he would see him: "How to torment the fog to the mountains, I will sing and si cry, which is not visible, where dear. And as in the rice of the river Zsorієє Sky, I think, who is a star over Polonincons - so sees Vanya ... just to sing. "
But Ivan advised her not to lose cheerfulness and sing. Promised to come back quickly. He listened to her songs and thought she sowed his and forests, and mountains, and valleys. The whole world around him rings her songs. "But it's timeHe will return to her, and she will bring songs again to applous than the wedding ... "

Consequently, the warm spring in the morning Ivan went to the pasture. "Ivan climbed all the above .. .. .. Self gave way to Mountain Sinoja, soft and complete. Ivan Brel among them, like on the lakes of flowers, bending the time to smear the seascell [hat] a bunch of red face or a pale wreath of non-vocale.
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And the path led more ... There were silence, the great peace of nature, the rigor and sums.
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Polonin! He was already standing on it, to this high bow, covered with thick grass. "
And in the valley coated from the wind, Ivan found Ivan becoming a wooden tent for shepherds]. Here, among the mountains, Ivan, together with others, was to care for their lives that they were driving on the summer here from different villages. Everyone knew his work and had his duties here. Men treated them as sacred. "Meanwhile, the bonfire rang on Polonin. Full respect for the movement, like an ancient priest, threw the Vatag to her dry ate and fresh chew, and blue smoke easily rose over her ...
The valley began her life to lively restless fire, which was supposed to defend her from all evil. "
Day Ugas, and Nikolai-Spasar, which was supposed to follow the bone all summer, called the shepherds to dinner.

"What a Toto Mountain Walinka in the spring of cheerful, like sheep in nude go from each village! .."
Vatag listened sensitively and seemed to hear how the herd of livestock was converged here, on the mountain, how the mountains of Vіddihannya and the Topot Otar come to life. And now they are all here. And then the leader fell on his knees and raised his hands to the sky. "He was leaning toward the prayer of the shepherds and people, drove the cattle. They asked God for the sheep to have a hot heart, like a hot fire that crossed the Lord Mercy to take off Christian cattle in dears, on the waters, on all transitions from every disaster, the beast and the seas. How God helped collect cattle together to help all people give away.
Good listened to the sky, the Beskid frightly frowned, and the wind, fluttering further, diligently HIVSVAVE Herbs in the pasture, as a mother's head ... "

The days stretched over the days in daily work, in the difficulties of a sheep life. And among daily worries remembers Ivan Maricchka. How does she sing still their songs?
"Oh, how there will be a shepherd white sheep paste, there will be my songs in the seassee putting ...- I remember a cute maiden voice, and he disrupts the flower and Zakosu it with her soul." "The mountain air rinsed the breast, I want to eat. And as among karmila! You stand here small, like Badilina in the field. Under the legs of the green island that it is poured blue water distant mountains. And there, by harsh wild tops, somewhere in the skills, in the wilds, everyone will nest, the hostile force with which it is difficult to fight. Only one thing - climb ... "time slowly stretches. During the day, Ivan is worse. But in a dream comes to him. He himself says that it is not her, but something as if he is pulling behind Mary. From sleep, he suddenly woke up, having heard a cry of cattle. He's heart pounded. And finally, Trembita notifies that the freshers are waiting for sheep.

In Polonin, everyone gathered to devour sheep and goats. The usual movement Ivan grabs the sheep behind the ridge and pulls the wider subnight, which is gradually filled with milk. "Ivan's hands are indiscriminately crushed by a warm sheep donkey, fading the boobs, and in his hands he flows the milk smelling a tuk and raises a fat sweet pair from the fir soldier .. .. it is blunting wet octara on the other side of the string, and fall into the pen. The thick milk is ringingly murmur in the side room and raises the warm stream of already behind the sleeve. "

"Cochara empty. Silence and emptiness. " New effect begins - cheeseing. Vatag leaning over the milk, "the rocker is slowly sleeves and self-elbow lips his naked, overgrown with her hands. And so frozen over milk.
Now it should be quiet in the flocks, the doors are locked, and even the scene does not dare to throw an eye on the milk while there is something that is happening there until the Vatag sangs ... Only on a light movement there lived on the Valuagovy Hands noticeably that at the bottom in the dishes of one something. Hands gradually come to life, then rise above, they fall below, the elbows are splashing, something is splashing, coming and stroking there inside, and suddenly there is a dishes, from under milk, rises a round cheese body, some miracle is born. It grows, rotates flat sides, bathes in the font white, white itself and gentle, and when the Vatag takes out it, the green generic waters flow into the dishes. " After that, the door open and notify Trembitis, "every day ended with the world, Schobuzoye managed, the Kulesh is ready and the Strings are waiting for new milk."

Many adventures experienced Ivan the summer. Once as if I saw someone with a lonely ate in the forest and sulfur sulfur, whom the pump with the help of a bear ran out. Ivan showed a miracle to others, but no one had seen anything like this. "Often thereof [fog] found sheep in half. In a thick mist, white, like milk, everything disappeared: the sky, the mountains, forests, the shepherds .. ..OVTS, rolled the gray fog under their feet, and then they disappeared .. .. so they were confused by several sheep. " Occasionally, people came from the valley, they told the unacceptable news of rural life. And evenings, they gathered by the fire and "Clayadin's" erased over the summer "[Women], were infinite oil conversations."
Ivan called Nicholas and asked him to tell some fairy tale, because they knew a lot. So Ivan Korotal Night.

Nikolai got sick, and Ivan instead the fire was awake, cooled for all kulesh. And his heart is restless. His sad dooms were observed, heavy dreams, in which he could not meet with Maria. Because "at that moment, when Ivan is about to hear the soft body of Mary on the chest, from the forest comes out with a roar of the bear, and the white sheeps are moving toward and approve his marchs." Sometimes it was so bad gray, the cold and loneliness, which seemed to be "something big, the hostile soul himself, Sia hardened silence, indifferent to peace, this dream is not enough." And once he heard a quiet voice: "Iva-A!" So called his marchka. "Marica? Where did she get? Came to the pasture? At night? Borrowed and calling?
Or maybe he fell? No, she is here. " He ran blacks there, where the voice was heard from, and froze over the abyss around the fog. Was her voice?

Ivan worked on the pasture, while not completely empty. We disassembled the owners of cattle, "Fetremb_tali their trembitis, are stopped herbs, and the wind autumn turns over them as over the dead."

"No wonder Ivan hurried from Polonin: he did not find marchs alive. During the day before Sim, when I took Cheremosh, took her water. Unexpectedly covered flooding, Moti Gabi [Waves] shot down a mariccue from his feet, they were thrown into Goto [in-dopad] and suffered between the rocks in the valley. The river carried the marchka, and the people watched how the Gabi turn her, they heard shouts and plenty could not save. "
Ivan did not believe it. He thought it was the fiction of Guenyukiv, which confessed themselves about their love and hid mariccated from him. And when everyone began to assert the water, went to look for the shore of her body. There must be somewhere to nail it. In one village, they found some kind of body, but Ivan could not recognize the marchs in it - it was erased by summer stones, swallowed and cried.
Then great regret enveloped Ivan. He wanted to jump from the cliff in Krutіzh. But then he hated the river so much that the ears closed, so as not to hear her wrong noise, "that he accepted the last breath of his march." He wandered in the mountains, do not treat himself from longing. So stayed in the forest for a long time, fed on berries and water from the stream. "After the disappeared - people thought he was killed from great regret," the girls even folded about them with a maricy of love.
But after six years, Ivan suddenly appeared. "Thief, Zhorniliy, a lot of senior units of their years, but calm. She told that shepherd on the Hungarian side. From the year it was like that, and then married. It was necessary to ґazduvati. " Ivan after the wedding looked even satisfied. "His pucharge was from Bagatsky kind, Fudulna [proud, arrogant, arrogant], a healthy girl, with a rude voice and a volato neck."
She loved rich, lush outfit, but there was a kind woman and helped a man in daily concerns. Ivan got the opportunity to work livestock: "Now he had a circle of what to walk. He was not greedy wealth - he did not go to the night in the world, it was the concern of margin stuck with joy of heart. As a child for Mom - such a cattle was for him. " And most importantly - and his thoughts were busy with cattle: he was worried about the hay, then about protecting cattle from the beast, from the witches. Everywhere there was a danger. And most of all they crossed the neighbor Him: "What she just did not get out, that a witch is a witch! Supplied in the canvas, Belalo Smelths under the forest, plenty, or rolling the hills with a transparent ball. Spicy, finally, a month to be dark, as going to someone else's cattle. Not one swore that he saw her Ternitzia, he would score four stakes, as if died, - and it is necessary to complete the subsidence. "
And on the other hand, the neighbor was Yura, whom they said that he was God. "He was like God, who knows the strong, that is the Gradder and Molfar [evil spirit, sorcerer]. In their strong hands He kept the power of heaven and earthly, death and life, the health of the margin and man, they were afraid, but everything needed. "
How to protect cattle in such circumstances - it was the daily troubles of Ivan. He worked without raising her eyes from the ground. Because when I raised my eyes, then the smallest green tsarinka immediately reminded him of maric. In his soul, a forgotten voice sounded again:
-Gaday me, my nice,
Twice a day, and I izgada you seven times an hour ...
Then Ivan threw everything and disappeared somewhere. Palace was angry with him, and he did not explain anything to her. And I felt guilt, except before the cattle: "I brought her bread or a lump of salt. With a trusting roar, his B_Lany or Golubanya stretched to him, put forward a warm red tongue and laying his hands together with salt. Wet shiny eyes were visible at him, and the warm spirit of dairy donkey and fresh manure was again returned to the lost peace and equilibrium. "
His life crashed closely with livestock life. He felt something father in relation to the lambs, cows. "He loved Palang? Such a thought never occupied his head. " Ivan was the owner, Palang - Good Gad-Ziney, and even though they didn't have children, so there was a cattle - why else?
Palang has become even fuller and redder, wearing rich scarves and so much necklaces on the neck that the envy was overwhelmed by neighboring women. Together Ivan and Palang went to the city, and to the church. "Honest people also arrived to visit them too ... Realized for a lace table, heavy in their sheep, and they consumed a fresh kuleche and a hecklander to the acute, from which the language was climbing.
So went life.
For work - weekdays, for fortune telling - holiday. "
On the holy evening, Ivan was always in the divon of the mood. In all his actions there was something sacred as if Mesa served. "I put the palags living fire for dinner, I chalves the hay on the table and under the table and with full faith, leaked at how the cow, bleating the sheep and painted the horse to live in cattle. I bore incense house and cats to onegnati beast and witches, and when red from the bustle of Palang among the Curlees, I finally read that all twelve dishes are ready, it is before sitting at the table, nose mystery Supper Skot. She was the first to try the cabbageans, plums, Bob and Logaz, who so diligently prepared the palang for him. But it was not all. Still, all the enemy forces in front of which beyond the whole live of life should be swallowed.
I took a bowl with a dish into one hand, and in another ax and went outside. Green Mountains, Dressed in White Google [The genus of outerwear from Gutulov from White Sukna], listened sensitively, how the gold rose in the sky, frost sparkled with a silver sword, Potatuchi Zguki in the air, and Ivan stretched his hand in the winter The secret in the evening to himself of all Chornikinizhnikіv, Mol-Fariv, planetary of all sorts of forest wolves and bears. He called the storm to be affectionate to come to him on the sieve dishes, peduncated vodka, for dinner holy, but they were not good and no one came, even Ivan simplified three times. Then he called them, so as never to appear, and easily sighed. "
That evening, they were invited to dinner souls of the dead, that they died, died in the water, which no one knew about, and therefore they were waiting for the evenings of the saint to remember them. Before sitting, I blocked the bench so as not to adopt some soul. Ivan, praying, was sure that he had a marry and crying, bending. And at night, waking up, Ivan as if God himself asks for livestock, the owner refers to her well, feeds well.
Palace treated fortunately purely practically: it should help protect your livestock, increase wealth. Hence the cattle spoke, to the fire, as to the creatures reasonable.
"It walked the life of Has Issob" Meach and Human, which merged together, like two springs in the mountains in one stream. "

"Tomorrow is a big holiday. Warm Jura dialing here is a cold Dmitry keys to the world to ruffle the earth .. .. in Spring, the day of joy and the sun ... and Palang decided to pay. In order, even at dawn, undressing doggings, went to a tsarinka, where else for the Annunciation "I buried salt, a bun and necklace." Finally she stopped under the beech, sweetly reached out, but at the same moment something was sought by something. That was a view of Yuri. Their neighbor, Molfar, Planetary Jura looked at the woman, and she had no power and move. "In the end, anger was peeling in her. Delivered fortune telling! " But everything stood in a busy waiting for something. He sensed only when he approached very close and squeezed her hand. Then screamed and ran away. And hot, as if two black lights, the eyes of Yura pursued her everywhere. She was afraid of a molfar and at the same time he was interested in all that they were talked about him. And unwittingly compared with her husband: "Something was heavy in him, some Zhura gnawed him and weakened the body, something old, watery glowing in his tired eyes. Noticeably thin, it became indifferent. No, Yura is best. "
And the pride did not give the chamber at least to speak with Yura, although the thoughts each time appealed to him: "He was strong, powerful, everyone knew. From his words died immediately cattle, dried and worn, like smoke, man, he could send death and life, dispersed the cloud and smoldly, the enemies on the black eyes and light in the female heart of love. He was the earthly God, then Jura, that the Palangi wanted, that he had stretched his hands on it, in which he holds world forces. "
And once the pucharge wanted to visit the cows in the forest, because the dream that I saw, foreshadowed it. Suddenly found a "heavy blue-whites cloud", which was supposed to bring hail. Palace in his own way represented the origin of the hail, believing that the warlocks cut the ice somewhere on frozen lakes in the mountains, and the souls of the executed collected him in the bags and rushed with them on the clouds to cut ice on the ground. So thinking, Palace noticed a man, fought with the wind. He stubbornly climbed onto the rocks and finally rose to the top of the mountain. She found out Yura. "He became against the clouds, one leg forward, and folded his arms on his chest. Thought back the pale face and overtook a gloomy look into the cloud. Stood so a long minute, and cloud went on him. And suddenly, he threw a strong movement to the earth. The wind now hesitated her in the valley and picked up long hair on the head of Yura. Then Yura raised a stick to clouds [stick], which kept in his hand, and shouted into blue scream:
"Stop! I do not let you! .. "Around the lightning sparkled, the wind pulled his hair and clothes, but Yura stood unshakable. For some time, the Palanga watched this strange duel when the cloud as if he stopped, even though she did not want to obey, and Jura tried her to go "in obscurity, in the abyss," but not on the hay, because cattle disappears. Finally, the cloud will conquered and "unleashed bags" with a hail over the river, and Yura, unscrewed the Bureau, fell exhausted. Palace, Xiayach, as the sun, came running to him, and with a turbid question: "Cytobi, Jullie, didn't it happen to be bad? .." and from that day she became the "Lubaska" Yura.

Ivan Discussion, which this puchant began to dress even better, even on weekdays. Sometimes disappeared somewhere and returned late. And then already and frankly kissed Yura in Korchm.
"Everyone was talked about Palag and Jura, I heard Ivan, but he accepted everything indifferently. As a zone, then a zone. Palace bloomed and having fun, and Ivan styled and sow, losing power. He himself was surprised at that shift. What happened to him? Forces left him, eyes, some scattered and watery, left deeply, life lost taste. Even the margin did not give former joy. Or is he prescribed, who is alleged? I did not have to regret me, I did not even hear the resentment, although I fought for her with Yur. " It was not fought with anger, but it was so good because it provoked him to meet Semyon, which hit Yura first, reproaching Ivan's wife. Yura almost killed Ivan, but they were spread, and everything was left as it was. Ivan Khutel, lost appetite and once saw Molfar held on the courtyard, Molifar kept in front of the Chamber of the Clay doll and poke in her fingers, saying: "Bew Cole here," his hands and legs whispered. In the stomach - punishable on the stomach; Not suitable ... "Ivan realized that they were conspicuous against him, wanted to kill
Both on the spot, but suddenly, instead of anger, emptying and indifference came across it. He went, not knowing where. "Where did he go?" I could not even remember. Wood without a goal, got out to the mountains, descended and rose, where the legs were worn. Finally saw what sits on the river. She blocked and noisy under the legs of that, the blood of the green green mountains, and he peered unconsciously in her fastin, and finally the first thought was getting more clearly in his stomens of the brain: at seven place wonded when Marichka. Here she took water. Then the mentions themselves have already begun on one one by one, pour empty breasts. " He sat over the river and again heard the voice of Masha, her songs, saw her cute face, remembered her sincere storm, and longing again covered his heart again. Because now everything went, there is nothing. And never returns. When Miracle, and now he ... "His star is already barely held in the sky, ready to ride. Because our life? As shine in the sky, like a cherry color ... short-lived and early. "
Fatigue fell on him, and only a desire to finally take a break from everything.

Once Ivan woke up from the fact that he was waking marching and called with him. "He looked at her and was not surprised at all. It's good that Masha finally came. "
They rose up, although it was already night, Ivan clearly saw her face. He did not ask where they go, he was so good with her. And Marichka asked: "Why was so stuck? Qi are you sick? "And he willingly answered that Banuvav behind her. They walked, not knowing where, and everyone recalled the past and all those mentions were about their love. "He saw marchka in front of him, but he was surprising, for he at the same time he knows that he is not marrying, but a nevelka. She walked next to her and was afraid to let the mariper forward, so that he would not see the bloody hole behind her, where the heart was visible, the womb and everything, as it happens. " But he drove this thought and walked, clinging to the march and feeling the warmth of her body. She reminded him of their first meeting, children's fun, cold fonts in flows, songs and fears, hot arms and flour of separation - all those cute little things that heart raged.
"His consciousness doubled. I heard that the circle of his marchka, and knew that the car was not in the world, that this is someone else leads him in obscurity, in no place to lose there. But he was good, he walked on her laughter, her chirping girl, not fearing anything, light and happy, which was before. "
All his troubles, all worries, fear of death, Palang and enemy Molfar went somewhere, as if they were never. He felt like young and happy again, he walked farther, climbing the cold and unwriting depths of the top forests. Here they are on the clearing. Suddenly, Masha shuddered, she began listening to anxiety, and then suddenly disappeared. Ivan decomposed the fire so that she would not get lost, sat down on the pennies and waited. And here he was heard in the forest. He thought that I was married, and happily rose to her towards. But then there was some kind of man. "He was without clothes. Soft dark hair covered his whole body, surrounded round and good eyes, jumped on the beard and hung on the chest. He composed on a big belly overgrown with her hand and walked over to Ivan.
Then Ivan immediately found out. It was a cheerful Chugaystur, a kind forest spirit that protects people from a lental. He was death for them: caught and confuse. "
Chugaystar immediately asked Ivan, where Neavek ran, and Ivan with fear realized that he was asked about the march. And his heart beat him: that's what she disappeared. He replied that he did not know, and he himself thought, how long to delay the chugustira longer, so that the maricy had to run away. Meanwhile, the Chugaystur was grained by the fire, glancing at Ivan, and suddenly he suggested: "Maybe you went to the dance slightly with me?" Ivan agreed. "Ivan stunned on the spot, put his leg, shook his whole body and swam in the light of Hutsul dances. In front of him, Chugaystar was ridiculous. He styling his eyes, Pochokuvav's mouth, shaking his belly, and his legs, which were entrusted, like a bear, clumsily stamped in one place, fused and spontaneously rose like rough rims. Dance, apparently, his zogrovav. "
Strange was the dance of the forest fire. Ivan provided the forces to the idea of \u200b\u200bsalvation of the march, and he once pushed the forest spirit every time, and he was already tired, sweated and requested to stop the dance. Then Ivan, which is also tired, was the whole wet, offered to play flyeri. He played the very song that once heard in a grill in the forest. Chugaystur rightfully melt, closing his eyes, throwing his heels. Finally, they both fell on the grass, out of breath. Then Leshel thanked Ivan and dived into the thicket. Ivan again remained alone. But where was Marichka? He was so necessary to see a girl, talking to her. "Ivan had a lot to tell her a lot. He heard the need to tell her all his life, about her part of her, sleepless days, their loneliness among the enemies, unhappy marriage ... "Ivan headed into the thick of his march. Suddenly heard her voice somewhere at the back. It was necessary to return back. He hurried, knocked his knees about ate, took the branches and burn his eyes. Walked for a long time, but could not find the clearing. Suddenly he heard Maritchkin again: "Iva-A! .." The voice sounded somewhere out under the feet, from the abyss. Ivan finally realized that it was necessary to go down faster. He was still thinking how she was able to get away from here, because here is cool. And the voice of Masha all called him, and he descended, looking for a support, rushing, saying: "I go, Marichko! Ivan forgot caution, poured on the stones, cried hands and legs, but hurried to that native voice. And suddenly felt that the black abyss pulls him down. "A black heavy mountain straightened the wings of fir trees and instantly, like a bird, coughed over him into the sky, and an acute fatal curiosity burned the brain: will knock out a head? I heard a cracking of the bone, sharp to Nesterproofing pain, scorched the body, - and everything was riveted in red fire, in which his life burned down ... "His shepherds found his shepherds on the second day.

"Sadly infused Trembita grief about death.
Because death here has his own voice who says lonely Cycher. They beat the hooves of the horse along the stony trails, and the lapties rustled in the darkness of the night, as with the failing human, lost in the mountains, hurried by neighbors for late lights. The knees in front of the body were flexed, Meretsev's breasts were money - for the transport of the soul - and silently met on benches. Mixed white hair With the fire of red scarves, a healthy blush with a yellow wax of wrinkled faces.
Deadly light splitelled the mesh of the same shadows on the dead and on the living faces. Draglіli will of the rich owners quietly, the senile eyes were quiet before the death of death, the wise peace united life and death, and the rude earned hands were seriously lying on his knees. " Palace is good and cleverly crying, sening to the deceased husband. Neighbors began to remember various episodes associated with the dead man: one shepherd with him together on Polonin, the second worked somewhere. We must please a lonely soul, divorced with the body.
And new guests went and walked, they already pushed at the threshold.
"Didn't you have a poor soul? Such a thought, apparently, was buried by Pіdvago Gnituchery sadness, because the movement began on the threshold. The legs were still timidly, the elbows were shoved, the bench was loud, the voices rushed and communicated in the deaf gomon crowd. And so suddenly the high female laugh is sharply cutting heavy cover amount, and discreet gomon, like a flame, bugging from under the caps of black smoke. "
Began fun. Young voices echoed, offering each other "buy a hare", called each other that with a large, humpback, then curves. And already those that came the last, turned back to the body, and smiles appeared on their faces. One after another guests got up from the shops and diverged along the corners, where there was fun and closely. " And in the corners of the mouth of the dead man froze bitter reflection: what is our life? "As shine in the sky, like a cherry color ..." I have already forgotten about the body. Women kissed other people's men, and those occupied other people. There was all fun in the house, and cheerful playing began on the yard. And even the old participated in the fun. "Dvignіv's lip in the house under the weight of the young feet, and the body has rocked on the bench, shaking a yellow face, on which still played a mysterious smile of death.
On the chest quietly brying copper money, discarded by good souls for transport.
Trembit sobs under the windows under the windows. "

Shadows of forgotten ancestors

Tіnі Zaughtih Ponkiv

Microwescase: Two Hutsul kinds will enjoy many years. Among the camsion and revenge, the clean, light love of Ivan and Marichka, representatives of the warring births are born. When Ivan goes on earnings, marching dies in the river jam. The hero is trying to forget his beloved, but he does not work. Do not help and marriage on a beautiful palage. Only in death delirium, Ivan again acquires his happiness.

From the birth of Ivan, who was a nineteenth child in the Hutsul family Pashichuk, scared Mother and relatives unnaturally smart, deep gaze, which caused the mystical memories of those who had fallen with unclean children. Since childhood, loved the guy to walk through the forests, deepening in their fabulous secrets.

Soon he already knew that the world rules the Armitic (evil spirit), a number of leisure. It seemed to him that he lives in a fairy tale with many mysterious creatures.

The passage guy cattle and played on the swirl, but ordinary music did not satisfy him, wanted some unusual melody. One day he heard how she was playing on the floire. The melody liked the guy, he was able to repeat it on the swirls.

The Pashichuk family has long been hostile with the genus Guteukov. In Ivan, two brothers had already died in fights, Trembita played at their funeral.

Inadvertently, Ivan met a marchka's girl from the genus Guteukov and first reached her. That behaved peacefully, so the young first talked, and then began to graze the sheep together. The guy played on the flour, and the girl wringing songs.

When Ivan and Mariche grew up, they fell in love with each other. But the guy had to go to work in another village, so the young broke up. Working the shepherd, the hero often recalled his beloved, her songs. After summer, full adventure, Ivan returned home. Here he learned that the day before his return march was drowned in the mountain river Cheremosh.

Long searched for Ivan's beloved, not believing in her death, until she found her body. After it disappeared for the past six years. Local girls have already composed sad songs about the love and death of Ivan and Marichka; Everyone thought he had died of grief. Finally, he appeared tired, but calm. She told that she first shepherd in different places, and then married.

Wife Ivan Palang from a rich kind, good mistress. But she was unhappy with his dreamy husband, who loved to be more in nature, and not with her at home. She did not understand and Ivanovy songs.

Charter, Palang becomes a lover of a neighbor, about whom everyone said that he was a sorcerer. They did not hide their connection, Ivan was increasingly disappeared from reality. He wandered around the mountains, and it seemed to him that he was calling him. In the forest, the hero met a fairy creature.

Once Ivan ran over the ghost of marchs, called him, and crashed. Palace pretended to be sorry, but now she became free. And near the house we were crying Trembit ...

MM Kotsyubinsky

Shadows of forgotten ancestors

Translation from Ukrainian N. Ushakov

(1) Ivan was a nineteenth child in the Hutsul family of Pashichuk. The twentieth and last was Annich.

Who knows, the eternal noise of Cheremosh and the complaints of the mountain streams, filled with a lonely hut on a high kchecher (2), or the sadness of black fir forests scared the child, only Ivan I cried, shouted at night, grew badly and looked at the mother so deep elderly smart gaze That she in alarm assured his eyes from him. More than once, she even thought with fear that it was not her child. Not "burned" the woman, burning, did not whitewash the huts, did not burn the candles, and the tricky Beszka managed to replace her child with his banner.

The child grew badly, but still grown up, and did not have time to look back, as she had to sew his pants. But it was still strange. Looks straight in front of me, but he sees something far and unknown to anyone or without a reason shouts. Gachi (3) falls from it, and it stands among the huts, closing his eyes, driving his mouth, and flies.

The mother then took out the phone from his mouth and, swinging on the child, shouted angrily:

So that you do neither the bottom of the tire! Replaced! Will the disappear, disappear from my eyes!

And he disappeared.

She rolled on green kingns (4), small, white, like a dandelion ball, fearlessly climbed into a dark forest, where the fir moved over him with branches like a bear with their paws.

From there I looked at the mountains, to the neighbor and distant peaks, dove in the sky, on black fir-fir forests with their blue breathing, on a clear greens of kinks, glittered, like a mirror, in the rims of trees. Under it, in the valley, it was boiling cold Cheremosh. By distant hills, lonely seamans were dreamed. It was quiet and sad, black firs were inconspicuously tried to sadness their Cheremoshu, and he spread it through the valleys and led his story.

Ivan! .. E-hey! - called Ivan home, but he did not hear it, gathered raspberries, clicked with leaves, made a shoe or cutting into a blade, imitating birds and all the sounds that heard in the forest. As soon as noticeable in the forest greenery, collected flowers and decorated with them his helica (a straw-hat), and tired, went around somewhere under the Sea, which was drunk on the sharp (5), and sang the mountain streams with his ringing, and awakened him.

When Ivan passed seven years, he already looked at the world otherwise. He already knew a lot. I knew how to find healing plants - Valeryan root, handsome, meadow geranium, understood what the Kukushun screams, where the cuckoo came from, and when he told about it at home, the mother looked at him uncertainly: maybe it talks to him. Knew that in the world was dominated by unclear strength; that Aridnyk (evil spirit) rules to everyone; that in the forests full of legends, grazing there, their marzhin: (6) deer, hares and sulf; What a cheerful Chugaystar wanders there, invites the first oncoming dance and breaks the Mavel; What lives in the forest voice of the ax. Above, on anhydrous distant weeks (7), Mawai lead their endless dances, and in the rocks hiding damn. Could tell about the mermaids overlooking the dwelling days from the water to the shore to sing songs, invent fairy tales and prayers, about drunkenness, which after sunset dried the pale body on the river stones. All sorts of evil spirits inhabit rocks, forests, gorges, huts and gardens and lie down a Christian or margin to hurt them.

More than once, waking up at night among hostile silence, he trembled, embraced by fear.

The whole world was like a fairy tale, full wonders, mysterious, and terrible.

Now he has already had duties - he was sent to the mouth of cows. He drove into the forest of his Zhovanyu and Goluboy, and when they drowned in the waves of forest herbs and young stews and had already responded from there, as from under the water, sad ringing of their own: Belloltsev, he sat somewhere on the slope of the mountain, got a denestive And the naughty nail songs, which he learned from the elders. However, this music did not satisfy it. With annoyance threw a shoe and listened to other melodies who lived in it, unclear and elusive.

The bottom has risen to Ivan and poured the mountains a deaf gamon of the river, and in it, at the time of time, a transparent ringing of bell testers. Thrust mountains looked through the branches, sad mountains were glanced in the sad shadows, discarded by the clouds that constantly had a pale smile of the king. The mood of the mountains changed every minute: when the query was laughed - the forest frowned, and how hard it was a child to catch a fantastic melody of a song that came down, moved the wings at the ear and was not given.

Once he left his cows and climbed into the cheapest (top). By hardly a noticeable path climbed higher and higher, among the thick thickets of pale fern, barbed blackberries and raspberries. Easily leaked with a pebble on the pebbles, climbed through the fallen trees, drank through the bushes. He was rising from the valley the eternal noise of the river, the mountains grew up, and the blue vision of Chernogora's blue vision was rising on the horizon. The long casting grass covered the slopes, the cow bells seemed far from distant sighs, and more often came across large stones, formed on the top of the top, chaos of destroyed rocks, painted by degraded, squeezed snake embraces of fir-roots. Under the legs of Ivan, each stone covered the reddish mosses, thick, soft, silk. Warm and gentle, they melted the gold-plated water of summer rains, gently leaving under the foot and hugged her like a fluff cushion. Crispy greenery lingers and blueberries launched their roots into the depths of moss, and outside scattered the dew of red and blue berries.

Here Ivan sat down to relax.

She kept the needle of the Fir's needlessly over him, and the noise was mixed with the noise of the river, the sun poured a deep valley with gold, grilled herbs, the blue smoke of Watra (8) smoked somewhere. Because of the game, the velvet rod rolled thunder.

Ivan sat and listened, completely forgetting that the cows should be kept.

And so suddenly, he heard silence in this call, he heard a quiet music, which so long and unpacked around his ear, which even hurt him. Frozen, immovable, he pulled the neck and with joyful tension caught the amazing melody of the song. So people did not play, he, at least, never heard. But who played? Around only the forest, not visible a living soul. Ivan looked around and petrified. The riding on the stone was sitting "that" - the hell, having having a sharp beard, cursed the horns, and, climbing, blew in the sweater. "There are no my goats ... There are no my goats ..." - spilled sadly swell. But the horns rose, the cheeks swollen and their eyes revealed. "There are my goats ... There are my goats ..." - buried joyfully sounds, and Ivan saw with fear, like, spreading the branches, shoved the bearded goats with their heads.

Ivan Buv 19th Mountain in Gutsulskiy Rodini Palіichukіv. Tight grew Ditin, and all the pіdrostal. If Ivanovі passed Sim Lit, Vine Vazh was delivered to Svіt Іnaksh. Known gagato. Umіv Move Pomechne Zailla, Miga Raizpasni about the mermaids. Now Vіn Mav Obokovka - Yoy Pasil Korii's mouth.

Invoma, at the Motherland, Ivy often Bouv Svіdkom Nevya I Sorrow. On yogo Pam'yatі Vzhіchі Kolo Hati Trembіl Trembіta, Opovіvyuyuy about death: Once, the brother of Oleksa deduced a tree in Lіsi, and by lingu, if Britchіk Vasil thugs at Bіjtsi whale. Tse Bula Stara Vorozhnecha Mіzh їїx nod to the genus Guteukіv. Wike Usi Kikіli Zlіstya, Ale Nіchto not MІG Rippovіsti stskda pіshlu Tu Vorozhnech.

Їїhny Motherland Bula is small: Stari Dvoє Ta P'yatero D_tei. Solte 15 felt at Zwintarі.

Employed Ivan by overpaying the zourscho. Woney Vertyl Dodoma is a temple. Rapert ranked Tisk. Yak Kremіn І critting stood the birth Guenyukіv Ta Paliichukіv. Ivan Torh rushing at bіik. Bіli Voroza after making Male Divcha. Thinking, Scho singingly, then Guenyukova Diskivka, struck by її in the face. Won soak Tіkati, Ivan Zhilov, harturbating the sinus of that rose. Novi Kizniki fell on the ground. Vіn їx Wider thus yaws. Divina Vityag Zuckerka, half tasted, and his friend filed yom. Vіn noin. Now Thyoni Sidli Rouchny, Vona Rospevіla Yomu, shaved Marіchka, Scho Pase Vіvtsi.

Another day on the bіzzi died old Palіichuk. The litter of Chiasi came to the Mountains of the Seredi ґazdi. Ale in the Ivanoviy Pam'yati Tatova, death lived not so remote, Yak the meaning of Dіvchino. Nasrashtі Vіn Stravesya zhu: grazing the lamb. Vony grazy now їx at once, rich lambs.

If the senior steel, Buli's Buli's Buli. Now Ivan Bow is already leґіn, String І Mіtsny. Marіchka Tup Bula is ready to visit. Now the church of the Church of the Aboy in Lіsi was grew up in Lіsi, they didn't know, the yak kicked by Diti Gathering Rodiv. Marіchka loved, Kolya Vіn Hrav on the floric .. Wound a long time for a long time, Bula Ivanova, it is 13 Lit. Pasuchi Vіvtsі, Bachila often, Yak Daza to pierce goat - All Bulo is so simple, Shaho Zhodna Uncle Dumka did not grasp й Seryzia. The bus is not whaling, behind the belt, on the head of Tіlі, wore a private one, over the smelled speech the spectrum, ya nіyscho now do not overtake.

However, not everything so stabulosham, Yak thinking Ivan. ҐDealth of Yoy Ruynwalosham, you didn't bobly a whim of Robiti і Treka Boulo Yati in hiring. Піashov from Polonin. For the humpback, Valini Vіn knows, Vіvchari lived in this. Vioshov Vatag і Rospevіv, Shaho Іva Maj Robiti.

For his Lituvannya, Poloninі Ivan Zasnava is a lot of fit. An hour Biv on Polonin Mr. Petrіvku Vipav Snig - three days without going. Practuring from Mikoloya - Orphan, Visіs Polyonini, loved by OpovoDati pomp. Kolya Mikola staging, then Ivan Deputy Intrivable Watrium Pill. So Lituwall Ivan Polyoninі, he didn't even desolate.

Dodoma Dodoma, Alla, not making marks. Z and the day to yogo turning, took the water. No idea jumped the pound, the water was illicious ї ї zh іg і suffered Picky Skeli. Could not їїry joggy.

Іwn is not Vіriv. Пістов замег річки Шукати Тіло, і nevertheless in one village knowing. Yozhoy Vityagli, Ale Vіn not to the marchchik. Great sorry to the village of Ivan. Vіn Shche. People thought Scho thug. Schast Rockiv did not Bulo, already raptom zhan. Necroboching. Joga Palang Bula's Bagatius, Healthy Diskiva, Z Breast Nose Hair Shiyu. Looks at the sheep, on Corii, - Ivan not cheerfully, now Vіn Mav Kolo whom. Yak Ditin for Mami - Bula Boula for Ny Hood Lucky. Palaced yom doned. With nei Bula Goodness ґaazdin.

See Susіdiv Yura. About nyah chatted, Shaho Vіn God. Vіn Buv Molfar, I was afraid, Ale was demanded by SII. Naigische Docked їMh Khimka, Yak Estraves crossed at PSA Ta Lazila on the tanned Susіdsky.

Skіlki Klockota Bulo in Ivan, Vіn not MAV Nari Kolya Spam. ҐDealthy demanded Vioja Pratsy. Ale an hour, if the division on Lіs, then the voice of Marikhchi's voice.

Chi Kochav Vіn Palang - Nikoli not thinking about CE. Vіn ґazda, Vona - ґazdin. Woni жizdili to the mist church at the temple. So yaslo lodge.

On the Communications Complex, Ivan Bouv is covered in Divnіm Settlement, Ibrowing the Hati Koshari incense. After once, Zhіnko has grit up Kolіna, God's blesses, whining when it was in front of the evening. I prayed so that I prayed, Ivan Buv Singer, Shaho for the shoulder of the marine. І God gave the rank. Palatna viorally climbed Bula to Exactly. So yaslo lodge.

Tomorrow is great, the warmth of Juri. The Palatna snapped, silently so much, Rydied, pisel to the doors, stepped on the wet herbs, thought she was not tickling, the cure was not lost. Yura-Molfar standing і Valves on Nyї. Vona Hot Lulti, Al could not. Vine Bouv in Blisko, Vona shouted that to Hati. Shchob Vona Potim did not robil, Molfarіv Skryda ї ї V'Lozhas.

Caught 2 Tijni, and Palagan did not speak by Ivanovі about the Zouroi Zoushch. Ivan Baiduhuh, Posyto Schud. Dumka Palagi all often brutally turned to Sousidi.

One day for the sky was called Khmari, Yura її Pogyavov, Skins Gim. Yom Tse away, ale, Ale Yura Pava on Earth I, Introductively, Dikhav, Potim, Ovі Schі, I am afraid, Yak to ny boring of Palag. So in the way I became a lubascious.

Ivan Divuwood, Zhіanka became the head of writingly chosen, sideways from home, turned Pizno, I drank my yuro at Korchmі, I didn't cry. Ivanovі Bulo Bayduja, I've ever knew for Nyu, Alla, not zі Zlosti, and so, for good, I, then, by people from the Korchmі.

So itself, Yak Palang did not trim the Hati, so Marnіv Ivan itself, Vіn Nav_This hunting to її. One time, passing by the title of Hatu Yuri, Vіn Pokhali's voice. Jura Trimav before sather Lyalka і ticking fins in Nyї. Ivan Proszumіv, Shah's swing at nyochi wander. Vіn pіshov, not saying the land of the feet, turning the stitch ...

Ivan Pokipping, I walked Marіchka. Vіn Buali ї ... in front of him, Alea Rosumіv, Scho then Bektka. YShov Ladaga Zhe, having been afraid of їn forward, do not overcome Krivava Dirka Zadad from Nyi. Vona naughted Yomo Svi їhnya Diatyachi to be raped. Everyone is clouded by a squeezed - turbo, fear of death, Palace І Molfar.

Fuck Galyavina. Armor Marikchka squeaked і became, Rapert Znikl. Ivan Buv himself, soum hugging yogo. Ale axis Z Lіs Viyshov I want to Cholovіk. Vіn Bouv without obeda, Zabla on the living in the middle of his hands, Pіdіyshov to the Ivan. The UEPANOV Yoy Tse Buv Chugistir, Doblya Liski Spirit, Scho harrow people Vіd Mavel: Evil ~ that rose. Woney so much dancewati. Through the act of an hour, Stariy Znik at Lіsi.

Ale de Boula Marikchka? Іvo-shaped MAV їya Opov_sti about his ghostty. Vіn Hoping їїrya Schukati, coming to її's voice, Scho Clicks Yoh. Rapert soot, Scho Tyagna Yoy Unman.

Another day was valued by the shepherds of the Living Living Ivan.

SOUND OPOV_TIL Trembiti Mountains about death. Palaten straightened the canvas on the Meretsevi, the spirit of the wax of the pіdіimav of the boots to the throat. In the eddied door, all new guests entered the hut. Crigaled before Tіl Kolіna. Hatі became Tіsno. Finished fun. One of the guest I got up with shops, that was rid of the curtains, de Bulo fun. About Tіlo Zabuli. Tіlki three babi lost at NIM. Moloditzі lips to gr. Palaten did not bilshe. Loose Bulo pіzno і Treba Bulo pick up guests. Merryastted everything rushed. Vio said in Vgolos, in the beginning of Zabuli, whose challenges here, Opovіdali, their naughty. On Pozіr'i Rosiklali Vognikov I managed Nabolo nyozhni igrischi. Navіt Stari Priumalii fate at the Zavaqi.

Pomіst Dvigtіv at the Hatі pіd Vago Milkie Nig, the i rope on the laurel Tіlo, Zagoklychi Zhovtim Downtime, at the Usa Glara Zagadkov Usmіshka Seredi. Pіd Vіknna SOUNTY RIDALLY TOMBITY.

"Ivan was a nineteenth child in the Gutsul family Galіichukіv." He also had a child from others: "... Ivan I cried everything, shouted at night, grew badly and looked at the Nnah so deep, senile intelligent vision, that the mother in anxiously edged her eyes."

Those eyes seemed to have seen something hidden from others: "It looks in front of herself, but he sees some kind of distant and not known to anyone ..." Mata with relief released Ivan from the house, and he went to the mountains, in the forest where he was cozy, Where everything was clear and native. Mom even feared, did not replace her child: "I didn't" be squeezed "the woman in the evils, did not whom somewhere at home, did not light up the candles - and the Schitra Bіsiti managed to exchange her child to his traits." Because the Son better felt among the nature, in the forest than in the house in humans. The world seemed to him a fairy tale, "full wonders, mysterious, interesting and terrible." Ivan Seven years old knew how to find Keban Potion - Olep, the Matrigan and the lift, understood what Canyku's horse [Rod Korshun], where Zozul was rebuzzled, and when he told about it at home, his mother looked at him uncertainly: maybe he says to him ? " Knowledge of the world of nature and the world of a person somehow quickly became accessible to him, understandable. "I knew that the unclean power reigns in the world that Aridnik [Angry Spirit] rules to all that in the forests are full of ledgers who grazed their marzhinka [Cattle]: Deer, Zaitsev and Serne; What the cheerful Chugaystur is wandering there [the mythical forest being], which is now asking for a counter-dance and breaks the leaf; What lives in the forest voice of the ax. Above, in anhydrous distant weeks [wild tops of the mountains], the lesions are breeding their infinite tanks, and the ledges hide in the rocks.

When the guy has grown, he was sent to the mouth of the cows. There, in the pasture, Ivan learned from the elders to play the swirls. And those ordinary songs did not satisfy him - other melodies lived in it, "vague and elusive." It was the magical music of his native nature: "Because of the branches of a spruce, the saddles were looked by sadness from the clouds, that everything was washing the pale smile of the tsarok [fenced haymen close to the dwelling]. Mountains changed their mood every minute: when the tsarinka laughed, the forest frowned. And how hard it was difficult to catch the rolling face of the mountains, so hard it was a child to catch a bizarre melody of the song, which asked, Tіpalie the wings at the ear and did not give. "

Once Ivan went far to the mountains and suddenly heard that faced quiet music. But who played in this indulgence? Ivan returned and Scajäv: "On the stone, riding," That ", Leshel, twisted a sharp beard, hit the horns and, closing his eyes, blew in the floir." Ivan wanted to run - and could not; I wanted to scream - there is no voice. But here the voice appeared, and then the leather suddenly disappeared. Ivan rushed to run down, and fled, until he fell without his strength. Then, coming to himself, Ivan tried to repeat the melody, but she did not last long. But the guy started yet. And finally, "the forest walked wonderful, not yet known the song, joy joined his heart, poured the mountains of the mountains, the forest and grass, looked at the streams, raised her legs from Ivan and he ... cleaned in dance." Soul and heart sang in the guy. "On the sunny spot Polyanka, which crept in the gloomy kingdom of fir, the white boy rummed, like a butterfly fluttering from the stem to the stem, and both cows - Zhovtany and Golubany, looking at the heads between the branches, looked at him, chewing up, and occasionally called him to dance. " In the forest found Ivan what I was looking for.

"Houses, in the family, Ivan often witnessed anxiety and grief. In his memory, twice the circle of their house of Tremb_tala Trembita, notifying the mountains and dollars about death: Once, when Alexei's brother deduced a tree in the woods, and the second time, when Brachin Vasily, a nice cheerful guy, died in a fight with hostile genus, excised by hatchers " .

There was no rest here. People captured hatred and anger. The old enmity existed between the genus Palichuk, to which Ivan belonged, and the genus Guteukiv. No one could remember exactly where the feud was coming from, but still everything was boosted with anger and zeal.

In fact, Ivan's family was small. Of the twenty children survived only five, and the remaining fifteen soiled in the cemetery near the church. " Everyone in the family loved to go to church, especially for temple holidays. There it was possible to meet with long-range relatives, and sometimes "let the blood" Gutenyuki. These days, Paligichuki put on better clothes, Sіdlali horses and mountain paths went to church. And the places were blossomed by red poppies: then Gutsules were safely removed.

Once, returning from the temple, two warring births met and a fight between Gutenyuki and Paliichuki occurred. Ivan did not understand how it happened, and when he saw his father, "like a fantasy pivate", rushed into a fight. In the heat of the fight hit the girl, "what was shaking from horror at the very beginning." Ivan guessed that it was "Gutenyukov Girl," and began to run away, he caught up with her, sharkow for the sinus and spinned his shirt. From there they fell not the land of new kisniki, which he threw in the river. "Then the girl, curved all, looked at him with soothed in some deep vision of black matte eyes and calmly said:

Nothing ... I have a second ... have better. "

So the conversation began, and the girl reached the candy and shared it with Ivan. He knew, but took. "Now they were already sitting in the next morning, forgetting about the screech of the fight ... And she narrated him, what is called Marichka that she is already grasped" єta (sheep) ... and her eyes of her black matte eyes softly immersed in Ivanovo heart ... "

On the second day after the fight, Ivan's father died, old Palichuk. And heavy times stepped in his family. But in the memory of Ivan, the death of his father lived, but a meeting with the girl, which is offended by him innocently, "full confidence movement" gave him half candy. Ivan very much wanted to see the marchka again. And he met her, when pass cows, and she was sheep. Then they met every time, passing sheep and cows, and it was their mystery.

"White bright, clogging into a chill under the fir, looked in stupid eyes, as two children swung on MKHH, calling in silence with a young laugh. Charter, they climbed white stones and scaryly looked out from there in the abyss, from which the black ghost of the mountain was rapidly rising into the sky and breathed blue, which did not want to melt in the sun. In the slot between the mountains flew into the valley stream and shaking on the stones of a gray beard. So it was warm, lonely and scary in the memorial silence, which the shore forest is that the children heard their own breath. But the ear stubbornly caught and increased to the greatest size of all sorts of sound, which was supposed to live in the forest, and sometimes it seemed that they hear someone's secret move, a deaf loaf of Barda, a rapid breath of tired breasts. "

So they grew among the streams and forests, clean and naive. But childhood passed, and Ivan was already a guy, slim and strong, like a spruce, smeared the hair with oil, wore a wide belt and magnificent heast. Marichka also walked in turns, and it was not enough to mean that she was ready to surrender. " They do not grazy more lambs, but met only for the holiday and on Sunday. "Convented near the church or somewhere in the forest, so that the old man did not know how the children of hostile childbirth love. Marica loved when he played the flour. Everything was conceived, stuck the eyes somewhere behind the mountains, as if the species that others did not see, applied the halter to complete mouth, and the wonderful song, which no one was playing, quietly fell on the green Otava of the tsarok, where it was profitably sent their shadows of a her . And it seemed to them that in the world only two paints: "In the green - earth, blue - the sky." And among this green-blue world they are only two. "Marichka was survived on breflower, like a female dove dove, - cubs. She knew them many. Where did they come from - could not tell. They seem to have swoing with her still in the cradle, squatted in the font, born in her breast, how the flowers were gathering independent on the hay, as a fir grows in the mountains ... Marić and herself knew how to compose songs. "

The poetry of Ivanovy Melodies was hung with the volatile verses of Marichchi Kolomyk. They fell in love with each other. "She has long been Ivankov, from thirteen years old. What was in that surprising? Pesuchi sheep, saw often, as a goat peppers the goat or a ram of a sheep, - everything was so simple, naturally, as the world world, that no unclean thought clouded her hearts. "

Marichka often asked if they were in a pair forever, because their families would never allow it. And Ivan assured that he would not ask relatives, because he should be married. On dancing, dropping it frankly and "how on an anger of ancient, he waved his chick on the dances so that he had aroused off."

However, everything was noteworthy as Ivan thought. The fairness was destroyed, and it was necessary to go to the bars. "I have to go to the valley, Marichko," he saddled in advance. " Marichka persogently agreed, although she was very sad. And then the amounts poured in Spevanka:

Іzgady me, my nice, twice a day. And I click you seven times an hour.

She comforted herself that he would definitely look at the mountains, he could, and he would see him: "How to torment the fog to the mountains, I will sing and si pay, which is not visible where it lives cute. And as in the rice of the river Zsorієє Sky, I think, who is a star over Polonincons - so sees Vanya ... just to sing. "

But Ivan advised her not to lose cheerfulness and sing. Promised to come back quickly. He listened to her songs and thought she sowed his and forests, and mountains, and valleys. The whole world around him rings her songs. "But it's time to come, he will return to her, and she will bring songs again to applous than a wedding ..."

Consequently, the warm spring in the morning Ivan went to the pasture. "Ivan climbed all the above .. .. .. Self gave way to Mountain Sinoja, soft and complete. Ivan Brene among them, like on the lakes of flowers, bending the time to smear the scene [hat] with a bunch of red face or a pale wreath of non-voca.

Polonin! He was already standing on it, to this high bow, covered with thick grass. "

And in the valley covered with the wind, Ivan found Ivan becoming a wooden tent for shepherds]. Here, among the mountains, Ivan, along with others, the mouth of the cattle that they were drove on the summer here from different villages. Everyone knew his work and had his duties here. Men treated them as sacred. "Meanwhile, the bonfire rang on Polonin. Full respect for the movement, like an ancient priest, threw the Vatag to her dry fir and fresh chew, and the blue smoke easily risen over her ...

The valley began her life with a living non-regained fire, which was supposed to defend her from all bad. "

Day Ugas, and Nikolai-Spasar, which was supposed to follow the bone all summer, called the shepherds to dinner.

"What a Toto Mountain Walinka in the spring of cheerful, like lambs in nude come from each village! .."

Vatag listened sensitively and as if he had heard how the herd was converged here, on the pasture, how the mountains of Vіddikhanny and the Tophot of Otar revive. And here they are all here. And then the leader fell on his knees and raised his hands to the sky. "He was leaning toward the prayer of the shepherds and people, drove the cattle. They asked God for the sheep to have a hot heart, like a hot fire that crossed the Lord Mercy to take off Christian cattle in dears, on the waters, on all transitions from every disaster, the beast and the seas. How God helped collect cattle together to help people all give all to give.

Good listened to the sky of a comprehensive prayer, Beskid frowned good-naturedly, and the wind, flying on, diligently HIVSVAVAVE Herbs on the pasture, how to have a children's head ... "

The days stretched over the days in daily work, in the difficulties of a sheep life. And among daily worries remembers Ivan Maricchka. How does she sing their songs?

"Oh, as there will be a foam of white sheep grace, there will be my songs in the scene to lay ...- I remember a cute maiden voice, and he disrupts the flower and Zakosu-her sander." "The mountain air ringed the chest, I want to eat. And as among karmila! You stand here small, like Badilina in the field. Under the legs of a green island that the blue waters of distant mountains pour it. And there, in the harsh wild tops, somewhere in the skills, in the wild, everyone will nest, the hostile force with which it is hard to fight. Only one thing - climb ... "time slowly stretches. During the day Ivan Von is tired. But in a dream, Masha comes to him. He himself says that it is not her, but something as if he is pulling behind the march. From sleep, he woke up suddenly, having heard a cry of cattle. He's heart pounded. And finally, Trembita notifies that the freshers are waiting for sheep.

In Polonin, everyone gathered to devour sheep and goats. The usual movement Ivan is enough a sheep for the spine and pulls a wider subnight, which is gradually filled with milk. "Ivan's hands are indiscriminately mng, the warm sheep is died, grate the boobs, and in his hands it flows milk, it smells a tank and raises a fat sweet pair from the subsideries .. .. it is blunting wet octar on the other side of the string, falling into the banks exhausted sheep And the thick milk is ringingly rush to the doornaya and raises a warm stream of already over the sleeve. "

"Emitted yards. Silence and emptiness. " New action begins - cheesecake. Vatag leaning over the milk, "the rocker is slowly sleeves and self-elbow lips his naked, overgrown with her hands. And so frozen over milk.

Now it should be quietly in flocks, the doors are locked, and even the buzz does not dare to throw an eye on the milk while something is happening there until the Vatag sangs ... Only on a light movement there lived on the Valuchah Hands noticeably that at the bottom in the dishes then. Hands come to life gradually, they rise above, they fall below, the elbows are splashing, something is splashing, coming and stroke there inside, and suddenly there is a dishes from under milk, rises a round cheese body, some miracle was born. It grows, rotates the stovered sides, bathes in white font, itself white and gentle, and when the leader takes out it, the green generic waters flow into the dishes. " After that, the door open and notify Trembitis, "every day ended the world, Schobuzoye managed, the Kulesh is ready and the Strings are waiting for new milk."

Many adventures experienced Ivan the summer. Once as if I saw some kind of sulfur from a lonely spruce in the forest and sulfate sulfur behind him, whom the pump with the help of the bear. Ivan showed a miracle to others, but no one had seen anything like this. "Often thereof [fog] found sheep in half. In a thick mist, white, like milk, everything disappeared: the sky, the mountains, forests, the shepherds .. ..OVTS, rolled the gray fog under their feet, and then they disappeared .. .. so they were confused by several sheep. " Occasionally, people came from the valley, they told the uncomfortable news of the village life. And even in the evenings, they gathered at the fire and "the [Women] who became aging during the summer], were infinite fatty conversations."

Ivan called Nicholas and asked him to tell some kind of fairy tale, because he knew them a lot. So Ivan Korotal Night.

Nikolai got sick, and Ivan instead the fire was awake, cooled for all kulesh. And his heart is restless. His sad dooms were surveyed, heavy dreams, in which he could not meet with Maria. Because "At that moment, when Ivan is about to hear the soft body of Mary on the chest, from the forest comes out with a roar of the bear, and the white sheeps are moving toward and approve it from march." Sometimes Ivan Ivana became bad Seedtishi, cold and loneliness, which seemed like "something big, his hostile to him, smiling silence, indifferent to peace, this dream of non-existence." And once he heard a quiet voice: "Iva-A!" So called his marchka. "Marica? Where did she get? Came to the pasture? At night? Borrowed and calling?

Ivan worked in the valley, while not at all empty. We disassembled the owners of cattle, "Fetremb_tali their trembitis, are stopped herbs, and the wind autumn turns over them as over the dead."

"No wonder Ivan hurried from Polonin: he did not find marchs alive. During the day before Sim, when I took Cheremosh, took her water. The flood came unexpectedly, the Motion of the Habs [Waves] was shot down with mariccles from the legs, then they threw it on Goto [in-dopad] and suffered among the rocks in the valley. The river carried the marchka, and the people watched how the Gaby turn her, they heard shouts and pleads and could not save. "

Ivan did not believe it. He thought it was the fiction of Guenyukiv, which confessed themselves about their love and hid mariccated from him. And when everyone began to stronger the water and the same, went to look for the coast of her body. There must be somewhere to nail it. In one village, they found some kind of body, but Ivan could not recognize the marchs in it - it was erased by summer stones, swallowed and cried.

Then the great regret covered Ivan. He wanted to jump from the cliff to Krutіzh. But then he hated the river so much that the ears closed, so as not to hear her wrong noise, "that he accepted the last breath of his march." He wandered in the mountains, do not treat himself from longing. So stayed in the forest for a long time, fed on berries and water from the stream. "After disappeared, people thought that he was killed from great regret," the girls even folded about them with a maricy of love.

But after six years, Ivan suddenly appeared. "Thief, zhorniliy, a lot of the elder of one years, but calm. She told that shepherd on the Hungarian side. From the year it was like that, and then married. It was necessary to ґazduvati. " Ivan after the wedding looked even satisfied. "His pucharge was from Bagatsky kind, Fudulna [proud, arrogant, arrogant], a healthy girl, with a rude voice and a volato neck."

She loved rich, lush outfit, but there was a good mistress and helped in daily concerns a man. Ivan got the opportunity to work near the cattle: "Now he had a circle of what to walk. He was not greedy wealth - he did not go to the light on the world, - it was precise the margin that he stuck with the joy of his heart. As a child for Mom - such a cattle was for him. " And most importantly - and his thoughts were busy with cattle: he was worried about the hay, then about protecting cattle from the beast, from the witches. Everywhere there was a danger. And most of all they crossed the neighbor Him: "What she just did not get out, that a witch is a witch! It turned into a canvas that Belalo Smell under the forest, plenty, or rolling the hills with a transparent ball. Spicy, finally, a month to be dark, as going to someone else's cattle. Not one swore, he saw her Ternitzia, he would score four stakes, as if the boobs were, - and it was a complete sister. "

And on the other hand, the neighbor was Yura, whom they said that he was God. "He was like God, who knows the strong, that is the Gradder and Molfar [evil spirit, sorcerer]. In his strengths, he kept the power of heaven and earthly, death and life, the health of the margin and man, they were afraid, but they demanded everything. "

How to protect cattle in such circumstances - it was the daily troubles of Ivan. He worked without raising her eyes from the ground. Because when I raised my eyes, the slightest green tsarinka immediately reminded him of maric. In his soul, a forgotten voice sounded again:

-Gaday me, my nice,

Twice a day, and I іsgady you seven times an hour ...

Then Ivan threw everything and disappeared somewhere. Palace was angry with him, and he explained nothing to her. And I felt guilt except before the cattle: "I brought her bread or a handful of salt. With a trusting roar, his B_Lany or Golubanya stretched to him, put forward a warm red tongue and laying his hands together with salt. Wet brilliant eyes looked at him, and the warm spirit of dairy udder and fresh manure again returned the lost peace and equilibrium. "

His life closely intertwined with livestock life. He felt something father in relation to the lambs, cows. "He loved Palang? Such a thought never occupied his chairman. " Ivan was the owner, Palang - Good Gad-Zinea, and even though they didn't have children, so there was a cattle - what else?

Palang has become even fuller and redder, wearing rich scarves and so much necklaces on the neck that the envy was overwhelmed by neighboring women. Together Ivan and Palang went to the city, and to the church. "Honest people also arrived to visit them too ... Realized for a lace table, heavy in their sheep, and they consumed a fresh kuleche and a hecklander to the acute, from which the language was climbing.

So went life.

For work - weekdays, for fortune telling - holiday. "

On the holy evening, Ivan was always in the divon of the mood. In all his actions there was something sacred as if God's service served. "I put a vibrant fire for dinner, champed the hay on the table and under the table and I was growling with a full faith, while the cow was blewing the sheep and turned a horse to led the beam. Whipping the house and sheepskin incense in the idol and witches, and when Red from the bustle of Palang among the Curly, he finally read, all twelve dishes are ready, he, before sitting at the table, the nose is a secret in the evening. Skot. She was the first to try the cabbageans, plums, beans and logs, which so diligently prepared the palags for him. But it was not all. Another enemy forces before the secret forces in front of a lifetime should have been jammed.

I took a bowl with a dish in one hand, and in another ax and went outside. Green Mountains, Dressed in White Google [The genus of the outerwear from Gutsulov from White Sukna], listened sensitively, how the gold rissed in the sky, frost sparkled with a silver sword, Potatuchi Sguki in the air, and Ivan pulled his hand in XI in winter The secret in the evening to himself of all Chornikinizhnikіv, Mol-Fariv, planetary of all sorts of forest wolves and bears. He called the storm to be affectionate to come to him on the sieve dishes, peduncated vodka, for dinner holy, but they were not good and no one came, although Ivan simplified three times. Then he called them, so as never to appear, and easily sighed. "

This evening, they were invited to dinner souls of the dead, they died, died in the water, which no one knew about, and therefore they were waiting for the evenings of the saint to remember them. Before sitting, I blocked the bench so as not to adopt some soul. Ivan, praying, was sure that he had a marry and crying, bending. And at night, waking up, Ivan as if God himself asks for livestock, the owner refers to her well, feeds well.

Palace referred to fortune investment purely practically: it should help protect your cattle, increase wealth. Then she uttered to livestock, to the fire, as the creatures of reasonable.

"It was my life of a thinness" merchant and human that merged together, like two springs in the mountains in one stream. "

"Tomorrow is a big holiday. Warm Jura dialing here is a cold Dmitry keys to the world to ruffle the earth .. .. in Spring, the day of joy and the sun ... and Palang decided to pay. In order to dawn, undressing doggings, went to a tsarinka, where else to the Annunciation "I buried salt, a bun and beads in the ants." Finally she stopped under the beech, sweetly reached out, but at the same moment something was sought by something. That was a view of Yuri. Their neighbor, Molfar, Planetary Jura looked at the woman, and she had no power and move. "At the end, anger was peeling in it. Delivered fortune telling! " But everything stood in a busy waiting for something. He sensed only when he approached very close and squeezed her hand. Then screamed and ran away. And hot, as if "two black coals, Yura's eyes pursued her everywhere. She was afraid of a molfar and at the same time he was interested in all that they were talked about him. And unwittingly compared with her husband: "Something was heavy in him, some kind of Zhura gnawed and weakened the body, something old, watery glowing in his tired eyes. Noticeably thin, it became indifferent. No, Yura is best. "

And the pride did not give the chamber at least to speak with Yura, even though everyone appeared to him every time: "He was a mighty, powerful, he knew everything. From his words died immediately cattle, dried and worn, like smoke, man, he could send death and life, dispersed the cloud and to therind of degrees, the enemy's enemies on fire and light in the women's heart. He was the earthly God, the Jura that wanted the Palang, which stretched his hands on it, in which the world forces holds. "

And once the pucharge wanted to visit the cows in the forest, because the dream that I saw, foreshadowed it. Suddenly found a "heavy blue-whites cloud", which was supposed to bring hail. Pucharge represented the origin of the hail in his own way, believing that the sequels sequels are ice somewhere in the frozen lakes in the mountains, and the souls of the executed collected him in the bags and rushed with them on the clouds to cut ice on the ground. So thinking, Palace noticed a man, fought with the wind. He climbed stubbornly on the rock and finally rose to the top of the mountain. She found out Yura. "He became against the clouds, one leg forward, and folded his arms on his chest. Thought back the pale face and overtook a gloomy look into the cloud. Stood so a long minute, and cloud went on him. And suddenly, he threw a strong movement to the earth. The wind now hesitated her in the valley and picked up long hair on the head of Yura. Then Yura raised a stick to the clouds [Stick], which kept in his hand, and shouted into the blue scream:

"Stop! I do not let you! .. "Around the lightning sparkled, the wind pulled his hair and clothes, but Yura stood unshakable. For some time, the Palanga watched this strange duel when the cloud as if he stopped, although she did not want to obey, and Jura spells her to go "in obscurity, in the abyss," but not on the Senokos, because cattle will disappear. Finally, the cloud will conquered and "unleashed bags" with a hail over the river, and Yura, unscrewed the Bureau, fell exhausted. Palace, Xiayach, as the sun, came running to him, and with a turbid question: "Cytobi, Jullie, didn't it happen to be bad? .." and from that day she became the "Lubaska" Yura.

Ivan Discussion, which this puchant began to dress even better, even on weekdays. Sometimes disappeared somewhere and returned late. And then already and frankly kissed Yura in Korchm.

"Everyone was talked about Palag and Jura, I heard Ivan, but he accepted everything indifferently. As Molfar, then the zone. Palace bloomed and having fun, and Ivan styled and sow, losing power. He himself was surprised at that change. What happened to him? Forces left him, eyes, some scattered and watery, deeply sunk, life lost taste. Even the margin did not give former joy. Or he is prescribed that, who is the fault? I did not have to regret me, I did not even hear the resentment, although I fought for her with Yur. " It was not fought with anger, but it was so good because it provoked him to meet Semyon, which hit Yura first, reproaching Ivan's wife. Yura almost killed Ivan, but they were spread, and everything remained, as it was. Ivan Khutel, lost appetite and once saw Molfar held on the courtyard, Molifar kept in front of the Chamber of the Clay doll and poke in her fingers, saying: "Bew Cole here," his hands and legs whispered. In the stomach - punishable on the stomach; Not suitable to eat ... "Ivan realized that they were conspicuous against him, wanted to kill

both on the spot, but suddenly, instead of anger, emptying and indifference came across it. He went, not knowing where. "Where did he go?" I could not even remember. Wood without a goal, got out to the mountains, descended and rose, where the legs were worn. Finally saw what sits on the river. She bumble and noisy under the legs of that blood is green green mountains, and he peered unconscious in her by Quick, and finally the first clear thought was lit in his stomens and the brain: at seven place wonded when marrying. Here she took water. Then the mentions themselves have already begun on one one by one, pour empty breasts. " He sat over the river and again heard the voice of Mary, her songs, saw her cute face, recalled her sincere storm, and longing again covered his heart again. Because now everything went, there is nothing. And never returns. When Miracle, and now he ... "His star is already barely held in the sky, ready to ride. Because our life? As shine in the sky, like a cherry color ... short-lived and early. "

Fatigue fell on him, and only a desire to finally relax, from everything.

Once Ivan woke up from the fact that he was waking marching and called with him. "He looked at her and was not surprised at all. Well, that marry finally came. "

They rose up, although it was already night, Ivan clearly saw her face. He did not ask where they go, he was so good with her. And Marica asked: "Why did you do it? Qi are you sick? "And he willingly answered that Banuvav behind her. They walked, not knowing where, and everyone remembered the past and all those mentions were about their love. "He saw marchka in front of him, but he was strange, because he, at the same time he knows that he is not marrying, but a nevelka. She walked next to her and was afraid to let me marry ahead, so as not to see the bloody hole behind her, where the heart was visible, in the womb and everything, like that of the levy happens. " But he drove this thought and walked, clinging to the march and feeling the warmth of her body. She reminded him of their first meeting, children's fun, cold font in flows, songs and fears, hot arms and flour of separation - all those cute baubles that got the heart.

"His consciousness doubled. I heard that the circle of his marchka, and knew that the car was not in the world, that this is someone else leads him in obscurity, in no place to lose there. However, he was good, he walked along her laughter, according to her girlish twitter, not fearing anything, light and happy, which was before. "

All his concerns, all the concerns, fear of death, pucharge and enemy Molfar went somewhere, as if they were never. He felt like a young and happy again, he walked farther, climbing into the cold and unwriting depths of the upper forests. Here they are on the clearing. Suddenly, Masha shuddered, she began listening to anxiety, and then suddenly disappeared. Ivan decomposed the fire so that she would not get lost, sat down on the pennies and waited. And here he was heard in the forest. He thought that I was married, and happily rose to her towards. But then there was some kind of man. "He was without clothes. Soft dark hair covered his whole body, surrounded round and good eyes, jumped on the beard and hung on the chest. He composed on a big belly overgrown with her hand and walked over to Ivan.

Then Ivan immediately found out. It was a cheerful Chugaystar, good forest spirit, which protects people from leaving. He was death for them: caught and confuse. "

Chugaystur immediately asked Ivan, where the neveck ran, and Ivan with horror realized that he was asked about the march. And his heart beat him: that's what she disappeared. He replied that he did not know, and he himself thought, how long to delay the chugustira longer, so that the maricy had to run away. Meanwhile, the Chugaystur warped by the fire, glancing at Ivan, and suddenly he suggested: "Maybe you went to the dance a little bit with me?" Ivan happily agreed. "Ivan stunned on the spot, put his leg, shook his whole body and swam in the light of Hutsul dances. In front of him, Chugaystar was ridiculous. He styling his eyes, Pochokuvav's mouth, shaking his belly, and his legs, which were entrusted, like a bear, clumsily stamped in one place, fused and spontaneously rose like rough rims. Dance, apparently, his zogrovav. "

Strange was the dance of the forest fire. Ivan gave forces to the idea of \u200b\u200bsalvation of the march, and every time he pushed the forest spirit every time, and he was already tired, sweated and requested to stop the dance. Then Ivan, which is also tired, was the whole wet, offered to play flyeri. He played the very song that once heard in a grill in the forest. Chugaystar Azh Mel, closing his eyes, throwing his heels. Finally, they both fell on the grass, out of breath. Then Leshel thanked Ivan and dived into the thicket. Ivan left one again. But where was Marichka? He was so necessary to see a girl, talking to her. "Ivan had a lot to tell her a lot. He heard the need to tell her all his life, about her part of her, sleepless days, their loneliness among the enemies, unhappy marriage ... "Ivan headed into the thick of his march. Suddenly heard her voice somewhere at the back. It was necessary to return back. He was in a hurry, knocked her knees about a dead man, took the branches and burn his eyes. Walked for a long time, but could not find the clearing. Suddenly he heard Maritchkin again: "Iva-A! .." The voice sounded somewhere out under the feet, from the abyss. Ivan finally realized that it was necessary to go down faster. He was still thinking how she was able to get away from here, for it was immediately cool. And the voice of marchits all the name of him, and he descended, looking for a support, rushing, saying: "I go, Marichko! Ivan forgot caution, poured on the stones, cried hands and legs, but hurried to that native voice. And suddenly felt that the black abyss pulls him down. "A black heavy mountain straightened the wings of fir trees and instantly, like a bird, purved over him into the sky, and an acute dead curiosity burned the brain: what the head broke? I heard a cracking of the bone, sharp to Nesterproofi, spacing the body, - and everything was riveted in red fire, in which the burnt of his life ... "His shepherds found it hardly on the second day.

"Sad tried to Trembita's grief about death.

For death here has its own voice that lonely Cyucher says. They beat the hooves of the horse along the stony trails, and the lapties rustled in the darkness of the night, as with the failing human, lost in the mountains, hurried by neighbors for late lights. The knees of knees in front of the body were Meretsev on the chest of money on the transport of the soul - and silently ran into benches. Gray hair with a fire of red scarves, a healthy blush with a yellow wax wrinkled.

Deadly light splitelled the mesh of the same shadows on the dead and on the living faces. Draglіli will of the rich owners quietly, the senile eyes were quiet before the death of death, the wise peace united life and death, and the rude earned hands were seriously lying on his knees. " Palang well and deftly caused, sentencing to the deceased husband. Neighbors began to remember different episodes associated with the dead man: one shepherd with him together on the pasture, the second worked somewhere. We must please a lonely soul, divorced with the body.

And new guests went and walked, they pushed the threshold.

"Not much already the amount had a poor soul? Such an idea, apparently, was buried by pіdvago's ardent sadness, because the movement began on the threshold. The legs were still faded, the elbows were shoved, the bench rumped the time, the voices rushed and communicated in the deaf gomon crowd. And so suddenly the high female laugh is sharply cutting heavy covers amount, and a restrained hum, like a flame, bugging from under the caps of black smoke. "

Began fun. Young voices echoed, offering each other "buy a hare", called each other that with a large, humpback, then curves. And already those that came the last, turned back to the body, and smiles appeared on their faces. "One guests got up with benches and diverged in the corners, where there was fun and closely." And in the corners of the mouth of the dead man froze the bitter reasoning: what is our life? "As a shine in the sky, like a cherry color ..." forgot about the body. Women kissed other people's men, and those occupied other people. There was all fun in the house, and cheerful playing began on the yard. And even the old participated in the fun. "Dvignіv's lip in the house under the weight of the young feet and piled the body on the bench, shaking a yellow face, on which the mysterious smile of death still played.

On the chest quietly brying copper money, discarded by good souls for transport.

Trembit sobs under the windows under the windows. "