Читать книгу The door to another world. Mystical stories - Svetlana Mirrai - Страница 4

– And so the peasants got ready for one, two, three drove, – a familiar voice was heard from the room.

Something hit the floor again, it looks like a flower fell from the windowsill.

I was in the kitchen at that time, preparing dinner. Natasha was supposed to come home from work soon.

– I guess whose fault the pot of flowers broke, – I said loudly, wiping my hands on a waffle towel, went into the living room to scold the brownie.

But when I entered the room, a strange picture appeared in front of me, which I definitely did not expect to see.

There were as many as three brownies hanging on the curtain and they were all completely different. Zyuzya was in charge and commanded them.

– Is that what you arranged at my house? I said loudly.

– Don’t swear, Vasily. It’s me and my brothers competing. We are supposed to arrange competitions like this in Nabyland sometimes. We especially love to hold these events in your world.

– No, I am against such competitions, you have already dropped a pot with a flower on the floor, and it broke.

«Then give me my shoe, and I promise I won’t show up at your house ever.»

– No, I told you, when you tell seven stories, then I will return your thing to you. I don’t wear your shoe, it doesn’t fit me.

– If you don’t want it in a good way, now you’ll see it in a bad way. Don’t you know who brownies are?

– No, I don’t read fairy tales, – I answered with a smile, looking at Zyuzya.

– What would you understand, we are obstinate spirits. And if we are very angry, we can be very angry. Come on, guys, stare at him with your evil eyes.

And the two brownies who were standing next to Zyuzya flashed their eyes at me.

I was really getting uneasy by the minute.

– And now let’s give Vaska the heat, – shouted Zyuzya.

And the three brownies began to race around the room at high speed and throw things off the shelves.

Suddenly the bell rang, I wanted to go open the door. But Zyuzya blocked my way.

– 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.