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“What else is there?” ‘the dozen man who was sitting in the carved chair muttered with displeasure.

And in order to disperse the darkness in the upper room, rays inserted into bronze stands burned in the corners. And at each ray there was a bronze sucker with water, at which embers and ash fell. Oil lamps are birched, and candles are even more empty. They said behind the eyes that the elder was greedy, oh and greedy. But, nevertheless, he was sensible as the owner of the estate, he took care of the fire, the most difficult and terrible thing that could happen even in a solid house assembled from huge logs. Everyone knew that even a small unnoticed corner could cause great, or even irreparable trouble, deprive an entire family. But it was so warm here in winter, and cool now, in hot summers.

After all, the owner of the house was very busy now, slowly knitting knots to send a message to other important people. He even adjusted the hanging sleeves of his shirt, hiding them under his golden wrists, no matter what got in the way. Rather, it is to say, exactly one husband who was more than many in the whole district, and even in all Siberia, in all Russia. Therefore, he performed everything carefully, there could be no mistakes. He checked again, running his dexterous fingers through the message. Then, folded a cunning belief into a great depth, melted the wax, and sealed it with his seal. Finally, he sighed wearily, and knocked on the door with his staff, and looked back at the wall, already a little as if painted with ocher paint. Somehow it immediately became more fun in the soul, and the hand itself reached for the bucket with kvass.

The man looked into the corner, from where everything was heard a dull and monotonous creak. On the toy skate, the lad was swinging, slowly, but also without stopping this action. Savir sighed, frowned, came close, raised his hand… And stroked his shaved head, with a few blonde locks hanging down his slender neck.

— Yes, Father, — said the young man, credibly raising his huge blue eyes to his father.

— Everything is fine, Rata, everything is fine… ‘the elder of the Great Ouma muttered.

He turned away, but sighed again in sadness. And then, everything is fine in the house. And his wife, Astya, gave him four children — weather. I loved, Sarta, I live, and now… Rata was born… He was good-looking himself, but his mind failed. How many did not take him even to Gandvik, and to the witch Gaida in the White Mountains, nothing helped. So his youngest remained, by reason, as a five-year-old child. Moreover, he got a small hat, wears it without taking it off, and even sleeps in it. Earlier, Savir hoped everything, a new Dead Princess is born, and will heal his child, who is mournful with his head. But, eight years have passed, hope has gone somewhere, dissolved, melted like snow in the spring. True, Savir Katovich loved the youngest, and he seemed to be helping him. He will sit down like this, smile, and then the head passes, and all the alarms disappear. Therefore, I wanted to hit Ratu, so as not to distract, but then stroked him, for good luck. And then, once again let the unot know, pulled the leather strap, and the bell rang deafly.

And it was still dark in the upper room, although the sun’s rays bravely tried to break through the window, tightened by a bull bubble. Still, it was still an early hour, and Yarilo had just begun to climb the sky in his golden chariot.

— Name, Savir Katovich? opened the door, said the melancholy, bowing low.

A young boy, in neat clothes, made of gray linen, but with an elegant wicker sheepskin coat, made a belt bow, staring at his new shoes and onuchi, intercepting pants and shin. It was convenient to walk like that in summer time, much better and more pleasant than in boots.

— Yes, Uleika, and you will not wait, — and with the done severity banged an empty bucket from kvass on the table, — Only to send you for Death! — threatening with a stick, the owner of the house said menacingly.

“So Alma has been sleeping rough for three years,” the young man answered, raising his head from the floor and smiling slyly, “she will not come.

— Look, at once everyone broke up, the fear lost… And then, stand you like Zia with Okast, in the royal palace, in the manner of a scarecrow. (Elena the Beautiful punished Zia for pride by making him a clay figure, and from Okasta a scarecrow, removing his skin and stuffing him with straw. Book “Ilsa the First-Called”).

— So Elena Beautiful gape did not execute anyone.., — dared to object here.

— U, I am to you! Here, I lived, heard enough… — and again threatened with a stick, — You look, you found time to joke… There would be a man, and there would always be guilt for him, — the elder objected thoughtfully, — here, do not reason, but take this sum with a message,

— Yes, I have my own sum? What is yours to carry?

— It is said, take my sum, it will be better than yours, not thin. Yes, go to the merchant Rast Gorazdovich. Remember where he lives?

— And then. Not far from the Fortress. He has a large estate, no words. I would also like this!

“Don’t be jealous. Here, take your dry, go, but do not sack. In the kitchen, near Bortikha, there is something to eat on your way. All right, go.

— Understood, Savir Katovich, — and the unot bowed again.

Then the messenger deftly removed his children’s curls under the hat, and left the upper room. At an early age, his head was shaved, only a few curls hung from smooth skin. And the time of initiation will come, and they will cut off his relatives and other tufts of hair on his head, leaving only a pigtail behind his right ear, like all the men of the Hanza tribe or the giants, who spoke as they said. And the leaders and other prominent people who passed a special Dedication did not shave or cut their heads anymore, so Savir Katovich went unshared, already read as twenty years.

The elder waited, as he closed, creaking, door by door, quickly jumped up from the chair, and on his toes he went to the door leaf, listening. I could not stand it, even looked into the gap, but isn’t it worth it, does not peep and eavesdrop? Then, sighing restlessly, and grunting more for order rather than sickness, he returned to his chair. For a long time I listened to the noise in the courtyard of my estate. I heard how the gates of the barn would be fastened, how the hooves of a dry man thundered on the log flooring, how Uleika shouts:

“Open the gate! Everyone is happy to stay!

The messenger left, the elder looked around again, trying not to forget anything. And then it was as if the heart was racing.

— I didn’t forget a little about my art, — he whispered, — this is how it happens…

He only shook his head condemningly, but set to work. Instantly removed the bronze writing from the table, but brushed it off and threw a wooden crumb into the bronze brazier. With his palm, to the touch, he carefully checked the waxed surface, so that the cleanliness would be real. He could not be mistaken, and let himself down. And he felt like a forest beast in thick more often that they were watching him. True, the elder was very, very careful, and not for nothing. Today, on this short summer night, Savir Katovich made up not one message, but two at once. He poured himself a dark kvass from the end, drank at once, and whispered, reassuring himself:

“You can’t catch me by the hand, no matter how hard you try! You all don’t have enough intelligence! Who are you all, gray and poor… You will not find, no matter how hard you try… And I would have to compete with Alma herself, and also with Elena the Beautiful herself. But, this could only be dreamed of, or seen in dreams. So you have to vegetate here, among you, unworthy…