The door to another world. Mystical stories

– Listen, give me my shoe! – he said plaintively.

«If you tell me six more stories, then I’ll give them to you,» I replied in a calm voice.

– What kind of person are you, nothing will scare you. This was the second story, there are still five left,» Zyuzya said and disappeared, followed by the others.

And in the room, all the things were back in their places.

THE THIRD STORY

– Vasenka, have you and Natasha got another cat? – Tamara Georgievna asked, she was a grandmother, she looked about seventy years old.

– Mom, where did you get this from? I asked in surprise.

– I thought there was a cat in the living room. After all, I let Timoshka out for a walk in the morning. But my eyes don’t see well, and I didn’t see who was running around the room.

– Mom, well, you go lie down and rest, and I’ll take a look… maybe the neighbor’s cat really ran into us by mistake, – I said.

And he went into the living room and immediately closed the door so that she could not hear anything.

– Come out, they’ve already snitched on you,» I said quietly.

Zyuzya got out from under the sofa and chattered quickly.

– And you know how it was. I walk down the curtain from the Non-Land, and with my fifth point I feel that someone is looking at her, I realized that it was an old woman and slipped under the sofa so as not to get slippers.

– Nothing, Mom was without glasses.

– Do you want me to tell you a story about an interesting world that I sometimes go to with friends through the cube center.

– Of course I want to, I’m generally interested in how everything is arranged there and what worlds exist.

– In your World of Flesh, you are not supposed to know about all the worlds and about their structure, – said Zyuzya seriously.

– Well, at least tell me something about them, – I asked.

– Okay, I’ll tell you a little. You have already heard about one world, this is our world of brownies, which is called Non-Land, there is also a World of Shadows where evil ghosts and spirits live, The World of Oblivion is a mirror world, you can’t stay there for a long time, otherwise you will forget everything and even your name, The World of Radiance is not a world for everyone, it is high frequency and pure energy, if a simple creature gets into it, it can simply dissolve or disappear forever. There is also my most favorite World of Imagination in which you can invent whatever you want, but the most important thing is not to overdo it.

– Great. Have you told me about all the worlds just now?

– No, of course not…

I scratched my head thoughtfully and thought.

– Why is our World of Flesh so limited in possibilities. The roads to other worlds are closed to us.

– Well, Vasya, I need to get home now, – Zyuzya interrupted my thoughts and prepared to climb up the curtain.

– Wait, but you didn’t tell me about the interesting world that you and your friends sometimes visit.

– Oh, I didn’t tell you, but I don’t have time for that anymore. I’ll tell you next time then. Four stories left. Don’t forget, four!

The brownie climbed up to the ceiling on the curtain and immediately disappeared.

THE FOURTH STORY

The night turned out to be stellar today, the stars poured out in the sky in a fine scattering and brightly twinkling lights winked at each other. The moon was full and shone through my open window, so bright that I couldn’t sleep.

«Summer, what a wonderful time of the year, and summer nights can’t be compared to anything at all,» so I lay and thought without closing my eyes, and the time was already two o’clock in the morning.

And then I realized that if I continue to lie there and do nothing, I can spend this night completely without sleep.

So I decided to go to the balcony and breathe fresh air into my lungs, and then fill them with cigarette smoke.

Well, I smoke, I smoke, what can you do with me now.

Very quietly, I got out of bed so as not to wake Natasha, put on my slippers and went as quietly as possible to the balcony, which was in the living room.

Parting the curtains, I went out to him. After looking around the neighborhood, I stretched and took cigarettes from the windowsill.

– What a beautiful view, isn’t it Vasily? – the already familiar voice of the brownie sounded, somewhere very close to me.

I looked around, then looked around again, but I didn’t see anyone.

«I can hear you, but for some reason I can’t see you, come out,» I said happily.

– The most important thing is that there is a connection between us and this is already good, I don’t like the smell that is coming from you now, Vasily, – the invisible Zyuzya continued to speak.

– Don’t you smoke there?

– We don’t smoke. Vasily, so where were we last time? – the brownie asked.