Svetlana Mirrai "The Ghosts of Mandrake. Fantasy"

The Ghosts ofВ Mandrake. Fantasy
Svetlana Mirrai

– There are ghosts roaming around the castle. Shadows on the walls everywhere. God, it’s so creepy to look at all this.– I’ll save you! I’ll come for you!– Careful. The castle is not safe!– I can’t leave you there to die…

The Ghosts ofВ Mandrake

Fantasy

Svetlana Mirrai

© Svetlana Mirrai, 2022

ISBNВ 978-5-0056-4380-3

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

CHAPTERВ 1

PROLOGUE

Bright, sunny light filled aВ small room inВ which, as usual, IВ was sitting at my desk and drinking aВ cappuccino recently brewed inВ aВ coffee machine.

AВ routine for today was slowly emerging inВ my head. The main point was my negotiations with the book publishing house В«EksmoВ» and for this IВ prepared questions, ofВ course, inВ advance.

My son ran into the room out of breath, he was already ten years old this year, he was becoming an adult faster than I thought and was no longer a toddler with a child’s toy in his hands.

– Mom, are you a good writer?

– I write my son correctly, – I replied, not understanding at all what our conversation was tending to.

– And write some very interesting and unusual story about a palace with servants and some fairy-tale characters.

– You don’t like fairy tales, and you once told me that you grew out of them.

– That’s how I grew up. But I just wanted something unusual. So that the characters are fabulous. Such as no one has yet come up with. And you, Mom, take it and come up with it! And yet! Let there be evil and good in the fairy tale. Some evil forces. Maybe even a sorcerer. Ok?

– All right, son.

– And also love and kindness, so that at the very end of the book it wins.

– You’ve given me a difficult task. So that the characters are new and unknown to anyone…

– Promise, Mommy? Volodya asked hopefully.

«Okay, son, I’ll try,» I said, puzzled.

– Well, then I’m waiting for your new book, Mommy, – said the son with a satisfied smile on his face.

– Agreed. You will be the first to read it!

SCHOOL YEARS

Perhaps I will begin my story with one very cold and fatal winter, it completely changed Philip’s whole life. This happened in 1991, at a time of troubles for Russia, it was the time of the collapse of the Soviet Union.

The sixteen-year-old boy hardly realized then how historically important this year was for the country, but apparently it was the same decisive and important year for himself and for the city ofВ Elbrus, where aВ girl with aВ beautiful and unusual name Myrrh Isobel lived.

But more on that later, because everything should go on as usual.

Since early childhood, Philip suffered from osteoporosis. And he was distinguished from his peers byВ aВ crooked posture, he even had aВ small hump. But alas, there was no one toВ do physical exercises with the boy, because Philip had no parents since birth.

Mom died after giving birth. And he never knew his father.

Because the guy who was making love with his mother Elena was from aВ rich and intelligent family, his parents found out about everything and strictly forbade his son toВ marry aВ girl from aВ commoner family.

From birth toВ this day, Philip was brought up byВ his grandmother Nina Anatolyevna. But now she is chained toВ the bed byВ aВ terrible illness, and Philip spends all his free time with her instead ofВ entertainment and friends.

One day he was coming home from school and he was surrounded byВ the guys from the class.

– Well, Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame. Am I right, friends?

AВ circle ofВ five boys formed next toВ Philip.

«You’re right,» they echoed the most important of the company.

– Such a freak should not go to school and on the streets! Am I right?

«That’s right, that’s right,» they shouted.

The main bully was called Egor, he recently moved from another city and came toВ study at their 9th Grade, it so happened that from the first days he won authority from classmates.

Why do youВ ask?

Well, first of all, his dad worked in the city administration, and secondly, his older twenty-three-year-old brother had a black belt in karate and, if something happened, he could pile on anyone for a minor, this was announced in the first days of his studies at Yegor’s school.

Perhaps even Egor was not loved inВ class, but rather simply feared. But fear often guides people, which did not bypass almost all the guys from the 9th century.

Egor did not love Philip not only for his ugly appearance, but also for his inflexible, wayward character.

«Let’s punish this Quasimodo from Notre Dame now,» he shouted, running up to Philip.

– Hit him! – shouted all around the boys.

Philip fell on the snow and covered his head with his hands, saying the words aloud inВ aВ half-whisper.

– Don’t. Please don’t!

The boys started beating him up. They were experiencing excitement, and Egor felt the greatest pleasure and triumph.

All the actions took place in the courtyard not so far from Philip’s house. But he knew that no one would come to his aid now.

He himself had toВ go toВ his grandmother, because she already had toВ be fed lunch byВ time.

«There’s not even anyone to stand up for you, bastard,» they shouted.

How they knew such details is unknown, perhaps Egor learned it from his father.

At this time, the grandmother’s heart felt something was wrong and she screamed loudly:

– Natasha, come.

So sometimes she shouted toВ her neighbor, who lived through the wall. And this time the woman was at home and heard Nina Anatolyevna.

The neighbor had the keys toВ the apartment for this occasion. Natasha went into aВ small apartment and asked loudly:

– What’s wrong Nina? Philip from school, hasn’t come yet?

– My soul is somehow not calm. Go take a look, maybe something happened?

– Okay, now I’ll just put on my coat and go. And you lie down and please don’t worry.

Natasha, as promised toВ Nina Anatolyevna, threw on her winter coat and left the entrance. She was walking exactly the same way that Philip used toВ go toВ school and return home. Natasha walked, looking at the passers-by passing byВ her and peering into the distance.

She walked aВ few more houses and crossed the road. Suddenly IВ saw aВ bunch ofВ boys who had gathered inВ aВ bunch and were kicking someone.

«Suddenly Philip is being beaten,» a wild thought flashed through her head. But she immediately dispelled it, and the young woman did not dare to approach the crowd of militant guys. She walked around a few more houses, circled around the school. The neighbor’s boy was nowhere to be found.

Natasha began toВ go back and at the house where the boys used toВ be, she saw aВ hunched figure sitting on the snow with her face covered with her hands, and when she got closer, she saw Philip.

– What happened? «What is it?» she asked.

– My classmates beat me now, – the guy answered, wiping his wet eyes with his hands.

– My God, darling, let’s go, I’ll feed you dinner now and look at your wounds.

Philip tried his best toВ stay inВ front ofВ Natasha without showing pain and annoyance because he is aВ man, and this meant for him that he should remain him until theВ end.

– How’s Grandma? – overcoming his sharp pain under the rib, he asked.

– It’s her, she called me through the wall. I felt that something bad had happened to you.

– Don’t just tell Grandma, is that agreed?

«I won’t say, let’s go home, Ivanhoe Knight,» she said with a kind smile.

And the two ofВ them walked slowly, silently, towards the house.

– Natalia Alekseevna, – said Philip.

– What?

– Tell me, please, we didn’t go to school. And who is Ivanhoe?

Natasha laughed merrily inВ response and said softly.