Eight mystical stories

Eight mystical stories
Svetlana Mirrai

I will tell you eight mystical stories.Some will scare you a lot, others will attract you with their riddle and will not let you go until the very last page.

Eight mystical stories

Svetlana Mirrai

© Svetlana Mirrai, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-6314-6

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Wheel of time

– Dimka, let’s go with you tomorrow on bikes to the forest, we’ll collect mushrooms! They say there are a lot of them in our place this year!

– I can’t! Mom asked for help. We’ll go another time!

– So we’re after lunch!

– I can’t do it anyway.

– And then the city will come! There will be more of them than mushrooms hanging out in the forest – the ten-year-old Genka did not stop persuading his friend.

– We collect more – we will finish the hut faster! – He persisted.

The boys were building a hut on the edge of the forest, but it was slow because of the lack of building materials, which were not cheap at all.

They had to earn money by selling forest gifts on the highway leading to the city, which they themselves collected in Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

– Take Petka! – Dimka decided to get out of an uncomfortable situation.

– Petya is also busy. He and his sister will babysit tomorrow while his parents go to town.

Igor, without losing hope, once again looked questioningly at his friend, but he only shrugged his shoulders in response.

– Oh, you! Oh well! So be it. If no one agrees, I’ll go alone!

– Then tell me how much you collected!

– Yeah. Tell. And will you help me sell if there is a lot?

– Yes! We’ll go to the highway together on Sunday, but I’ll do my homework first. Just after lunch, the townspeople will be going home.

That’s what the guys decided. Mom had already cooked dinner when Igor returned home tired and hungry.

– I was already thinking of going to look for you. Come on, son, we’ll have dinner soon.

My father appeared from the next room.

– Well, what a jerk! What are you doing at school?

– Good, – Igor answered and disappeared behind the door where the washbasin was located.

– I’m going fishing tomorrow! Do you want to come with me? His father shouted after him.

– Of course I want to! – he answered happily, looking out from behind the door.

– Will I have time for mushrooms later?

Igor returned and sat down in front of a steaming plate of pancakes with aromas.

– Why are you still running around on mushrooms? Mother has already dried them, rolled them, salted them for five years ahead.

– Dad, the guys and I are building a hut! I told you so! We sell mushrooms to the city. They have no time to go to the forest for work, they are afraid, and they do not know the mushroom places, but we go there and back!

– Oh, you builders! Maybe you need help?

– No. We’ll manage on our own. The older guys are helping us.

– You know what, don’t go into the woods alone, just with the guys!

– Dad! What are you doing? I’m not small anymore, and I know the nearest forest well! We walk ten kilometers each. Dima has navigation on his phone. I even brought out the lost ones last week. They came from the city.

– Don’t go late! It’s not summer anymore. The days are shorter and the nights are colder! Mom said. She was always the most worried.

– Mom! Please don’t worry.

– And when will you teach lessons?

– On Sunday. I’ll get up early and learn!

– Mom, give me the sour cream, please.

– Are the pies delicious?

– Yeah! Oh-very much!

Igor ate his dinner with an appetite, thinking about plans for the next day. The next morning, he and his father were fishing in a nearby pond.

Igor ate his dinner with an appetite, thinking about plans for the next day. The next morning, he and his father were fishing in a nearby pond.

It was nice to watch the floats together in silence, interrupted only by the singing of birds and the whisper of a light breeze in the reeds.

It was bad, so after fishing for a couple of hours, we went home.

– It’s a pity we didn’t catch any fish! – my father lamented.