Svetlana Mirrai "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

ISBNВ 978-5-0056-6314-6

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Wheel ofВ 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 aВ hut on the edge ofВ the forest, but it was slow because ofВ the lack ofВ building materials, which were not cheap atВ all.

They had toВ earn money byВ selling forest gifts on the highway leading toВ the city, which they themselves collected inВ 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 inВ 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 inВ front ofВ aВ steaming plate ofВ 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 inВ aВ 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 inВ aВ nearby pond.

It was nice toВ watch the floats together inВ silence, interrupted only byВ the singing ofВ birds and the whisper ofВ aВ light breeze inВ the reeds.

It was bad, so after fishing for aВ couple ofВ hours, we went home.

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

– Only our Timoshka was lucky with lunch! – Igor laughed at today’s catch.

The package contained a couple of small redheads, and three small crucians – just for the cat.

– I hope there will be more mushrooms! He smiled at his father, who patted him lightly on the shoulder in response.

After lunch, taking aВ large basket and attaching it toВ the trunk ofВ aВ bicycle, Igor pedaled along the path towards the forest.

When he reached the edge ofВ the forest thicket, he left his vehicle under the canopy ofВ an unfinishedВ hut.

The place there was secret, invisible toВ prying eyes, and there was no need toВ worry about an unattended bicycle.

Making his way through the forest, saturated with the smell ofВ pine needles and mushrooms, he once again looked back, admiring what he and the guys had managed toВ build inВ aВ short summer, and inspired byВ what he saw, went hunting for aВ harvest ofВ mushrooms.

It was getting dark when Igor’s mom was cooking dinner.

Every now and then she dialed the mobile phone number ofВ her ten-year-old son, experiencing intense anxiety, which she had never experienced before.

Igor’s phone remained out of the network coverage area.

Terrible thoughts and images ofВ what had happened came toВ her mind, but she tried toВ drive them away.

She understood that the phone could simply run out ofВ battery. When it became completely dark, she was seized with horror.

She dialed the number ofВ her husband, who went out toВ the neighbors nearby.

– Misha! – Almost crying, she said into the phone in a broken voice.

– Our son is still not at home! I’ll go to the boys, ask around, and you run to the forest, just grab a flashlight!

– He hasn’t come back yet! My father was alarmed.

– No! I’m already exhausted! And he doesn’t answer the phone! Oh, and he’ll get it from me when he comes back! After all, I promised – before dark!

– Okay. Don’t cry dear! Everything will be fine! There will be our vagrant mushroom picker. Maybe the boys got stuck – picking mushrooms and forgot about the time.

After aВ telephone conversation with his wife, Mikhail, without hesitation, went inВ search ofВ his son, while his mother interviewed all the boys she knew, hoping toВ find him at their house.

Unfortunately, Igor was nowhere to be found. Some guys didn’t see him at all all day, only Dimka said that Igor persuaded him to go together.

Suddenly there was aВ phone call, from which the soul froze. It was my husband who called.

He said he found his son’s bicycle and a basket of mushrooms in the hut. When he found out that Igor was nowhere to be found, he gave instructions with alarm in his voice.

– Raise the Andropovs, Demidovs and whoever else agrees.

And I’ll go on my own, I’ll call. We will comb the forest.

But, fortunately, the neighbors did not have toВ be persuaded. They understood how dangerous it could be for aВ child toВ stay at night inВ aВ forest inhabited byВ wild animals.

The nights inВ September are quite cool, you can get hypothermia. Everyone dressed up with warm clothes, flashlights and went inВ search ofВ the student.

When they realized that the search radius was expanding byВ kilometers, one ofВ the neighbors connected the police. The search continued all night. Closer toВ dawn it was clear that something very serious had happened toВ the boy. No one answered the call, the tracks got confused, and people lost their feet.

– My God! Help us find our son! – the desperate mother prayed.

Her husband tried toВ calm her down, although aВ heavy weight ofВ loss hung on his soul.

– We will definitely find him! Do you hear! I promise you! We will not give up. We’ll connect everyone, and we’ll find them!

It was the ninth day ofВ the search, and it was already clear that Igor could hardly be found alive.