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The most terrible beast

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In the coniferous forest that covered the southern slope of Sentinel Hill from the foot to the top, decent bushes were rarely found, but here this rule was grossly violated. Dense thickets with bright green foliage, as expected at the beginning of summer, stretched in a narrow strip, forming an almost impenetrable wall to the eye. Years ago, one of the particularly evil autumn storms knocked down several outdated pines, leaving huge trunks to rot and crumble into dust. An elongated clearing was formed, generously illuminated by the sun, which allowed small vegetation to rise to its full height. But this will not last long - the coniferous giants will soon take their toll, and everything they cast a shadow on quickly withers.

Dirt hid behind the rotten trunk of a long-fallen tree and looked down without blinking. There, behind the bushes, a suspicious movement was visible, not in harmony with the swaying of the branches, swayed by barely noticeable gusts of the morning breeze. None of the people could get so far from the edge, the beast is who roams there. Not a squirrel, and not a hare, something much larger. But the elk is not even an adult; he wouldn’t even be able to hide behind such thickets.

For all the residents of Hennigville, with the sole exception of Dirt, there was only one answer. And he meant the only correct action: to rush away, without stopping, without making out the road, twisting his face in a grimace of extreme horror and making serious efforts to keep his pants clean. And run in this way until unbearable pain twists your exhausted lungs and every breath of air begins to cause unbearable suffering.

No - there is more than one exception. He forgot about Laird Dalser. Although, frankly speaking, it is difficult to classify him as a resident of Hennigville.

As, indeed, of Dirt himself.

Reverend Dagfinn is also not very afraid of the forest, although only three people in the entire village know about this, including himself. But everything is complicated with him, and the traditional answer of the Hennigvilians suits him quite well.

Dirt was not satisfied with the traditional answer. He knew that more than one creature lived in this forest. Elks, bears, deer, wolves, roe deer, wild boars, hares, foxes, badgers, raccoons and others: it’s easy to verify their presence by quickly examining the tracks on the first trail you come across. And one day he came across the hoof prints of an unknown creature, apparently large. It was probably a bison, although Dirt was not sure of such a conclusion, since he never managed to look at the rare animal even from afar.

He had never encountered traces of the demons with which the superstitious residents of Hennigville so loved to scare each other. Well maybe. But besides him, no one dared to climb so far into the forest. What can I say: it was a rare daredevil who found the strength to take more than a dozen steps from the edge of the forest, and even these were not enough even for a measly fifty.

I wonder: why do they believe so fiercely in ancient demons if they don’t even have the opportunity to look at the traces? Laird Dalser is right when he calls man the most paradoxical creature. After all, wisdom and stupidity often coexist peacefully in one head, dealing with different issues.

I've found a fool: in Hennigvil they'll find a use for rotten meat, and worms here won't even scare a baby. No matter how hard you force Dirt, Reverend Dagfinn has his own opinion: what gets into the village will stay there, and it doesn’t matter if anyone is against it.

He would butcher the deer on the spot, spread out the skin, throw nettles on it, lay pieces of fresh meat on top of it, wrap it properly, hang it by the corners in the shade, after which he would climb to the top of Sentinel Hill and rush down to the laird's house. He will examine the liver, kidneys and lungs, grimace with disgust and, very possibly, will recognize the game as suitable and will not demand that it be thrown away. Or he will even allow you to take the tasty part of the carcass for your own needs, and not take almost everything to the eternally hungry Hennigvilians, because the successful hunter deserves a small prize. Then Dirt will have to return, pick up the loot and go down to Currant Creek. There, on a slope washed away by water, he dug a good-quality smokehouse.

Remembering how unbearably delicious a smoked strip of venison smelled, Dirt's stomach began to growl with impatience. The sound seemed abnormally loud. But what's strange about that? When was the last time he ate his fill, especially meat? It feels like never.

No, not a deer: Dirt saw the head. Gray, with a reddish touch, decorated with neat branching horns.

Roe. Male.

Also nothing, although, of course, it cannot be compared with a deer. The meat is not bad, but, alas, roe deer has much less of it. But it will be easier to carry. Dirt has grown quite a lot over the past year, but he still doesn’t reach the level of a grown man. And he has a fragile physique; people still tease him about being skinny.

The fingers on the bowstring tensed, and at that moment the breeze died down. Dirt had not moved before, but now he froze like a stone.

Come on! Wind! Come on, blow it! You simply must go for a walk towards the top, straight to Dirt. It’s morning, at this time your direction rarely changes.

Change can lead to irreparable consequences. No matter how Dirt washes himself two or three times a week, laughingly surprising dirty guys like Frodi, the roe deer’s sensitive nostrils will inevitably catch the human scent, and the nimble animal will rush down the slope in long leaps, amusingly throwing up its high croup. It is foolish to take up a bow when there is a thick interweaving of green branches between the target and you. An arrow, having caught at least one of them, will unpredictably change direction, and you will have to say goodbye to the horned meat.

And then you don’t know how long you will look for the arrow: in such cases they have a bad habit of getting lost.

Dirt prayed to the forces sending the wind. The people of Hennigville would not have approved of a prayer that smacked of paganism, but for a long time he had been deeply indifferent to their opinion on almost all matters, and especially when it came to the divine.

The higher powers decided to take pity, apparently, the choral rumbling of the stomachs of the Hennigvillians reached the heavens, preventing their inhabitants from sleeping: the foliage on the bushes fluttered, the face felt a barely noticeable movement of air. The roe deer, eating leaves and young shoots, was increasingly approaching a convenient opening where nothing would interfere with the flight of the arrow. A pitiful thirty-odd steps, at such a distance Dirt wouldn’t miss even a newly hatched chicken. Moreover, the tip will easily hit the eye, left or right - as it chooses.

Wings flapped overhead. Having grown cold, he again prayed to all higher powers at once to save him from this, to spare him, to not interfere at such a crucial moment: the reaction of a timid roe deer to a sharp alarming noise nearby was not difficult to predict.

It looked like he had prayed late: the flapping of wings died down, followed by a deafening crash. Dirt quickly pulled back the bowstring, shot at the already twitching animal, after which he could only sadly watch the fleeing roe deer, which never became prey.

He raised his head and looked at the magpie, which continued to chirp, with a nasty look. Finish off the noisy creature? To take revenge for her most vile meanness? Come on, he'll lose his arrow. There's no point in getting dirty about the stupid scoundrel. If she had remained quiet, she could have pecked to her heart's content at the slimy intestines left after skinning the carcass. Noisy white-sided birds love to destroy other people's nests, devouring eggs and chicks, but they also respect carrion a little less than crows. And not only them, almost everyone in the forest respects her.

The arrow, having cut a couple of branches, buried itself up to the feathers in the trunk of a long-fallen pine tree, corroded by rot. It turned out well, it didn’t take long to search. Having carefully pulled it out, Dirt checked the sharpness of the tip and the condition of the shaft, and then hid it in the quiver. He glanced sideways at the sun. It managed to rise quite high. Another unlucky morning: he will return again without prey. Well, maybe you'll get lucky tomorrow, or something will change for the better in Hennigville.

Artem Kamenisty

The most terrible beast

No - there is more than one exception. He forgot about Laird Dalser. Although, frankly speaking, it is difficult to classify him as a resident of Hennigville.

As, indeed, of Dirt himself.

No, not a deer: Dirt saw the head. Gray, with a reddish touch, decorated with neat branching horns.

Roe. Male.

The fingers on the bowstring tensed, and at that moment the breeze died down. Dirt had not moved before, but now he froze like a stone.

Come on! Wind! Come on, blow it! You simply must go for a walk towards the top, straight to Dirt. It’s morning, at this time your direction rarely changes.

And then you don’t know how long you will look for the arrow: in such cases they have a bad habit of getting lost.

The summit was already close when Dirt noticed the mushroom. A real porcini mushroom, I haven’t seen them since last year: with an enormously swollen bottom leg and a neat, tight cap. It’s a good sign - this is the first one, and he appeared for a reason, but with the aim of reconnoitering the situation. If one gets out, it means that others will follow, they will not be afraid of the scout’s disappearance. This slope receives a lot of heat, so it is ahead of its fellows. There will be something to flavor the stew - it’s much better than what we’ve been throwing into it lately.

The mouse went out for a walk. She walked around the yard and came back to her mother.
- Well, mother, I saw two animals. One is scary, and the other is kind.
Mother said:
- Tell me, what kind of animals are these?

The mouse said:
- One, scary one, walks around the yard like this: his legs are black, his crest is red, his eyes are bulging, his nose is hooked. When I walked past, he opened his mouth, raised his leg and began screaming so loudly that I didn’t know where to go from fear.
“It’s a rooster,” said the old mouse. “He doesn’t harm anyone, don’t be afraid of him.” Well, what about the other animal?
“The other one was lying in the sun and warming himself. His neck is white, his legs are gray, smooth, he licks his white chest and moves his tail slightly, looking at me.
The old mouse said:
- You fool, you fool! After all, it's the cat itself.

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The modern animal world of planet Earth today is very diverse. In it, in the neighborhood, peacefully, and sometimes not, many insects, mammals, and reptiles coexist, live and reproduce, which, in the event of a threat approaching them, are ready to use teeth, fangs, and thorns towards their opponent or enemy. There are also representatives of the fauna on the planet that do not seem to be particularly dangerous due to their extremely small size, however, they are also ready, if necessary, to defend themselves by using their tentacles, claws, poison, sting and teeth.

One of the most formidable weapons of the lesser brothers today is considered to be poison, which poses a mortal danger to absolutely any person. If one type of poison causes unbearable excruciating pain in the victim, then another type can cause cardiac arrest, and a third can even lead to paralysis of the respiratory and nervous systems.

Sometimes it is difficult to call some representatives of the flora and fauna terrible beasts, because they are not such because they are harmful, they are driven solely by personal motives for themselves:

the instinct of self-preservation,
hunger.

An animal attacks for a reason; it can also protect its offspring from external threats.

In the 2000s, while studying the movement of sharks in Arctic waters, scientists discovered one very interesting object in the stomach of a Greenland shark - the jaw of a young bear. Previously, such finds had not been found, as a result of which a dispute of the following kind immediately arose in the scientific community: exactly how the remains of a bear got into the stomach of an aquatic predator. Some researchers supported the point of view that perhaps the shark caught a live bear and ate it, while others were more impressed by the point of view that the shark, most likely, dined on carrion.

If the bear really became a victim of such a predator as a shark, then it can rightfully be called the most important predator in the Arctic.

In fact, it is impossible to give an unambiguous answer to this problem - the shark is always hungry, and on its way it absorbs both dead and living things. In the stomachs of these inhabitants of the ocean and sea depths, people found everything:

small bags of gold,
cages with dead birds,
corpses of muzzled dogs,
explosives,
human skulls, arms and legs.

The shark easily deals with its prey; several sharks are able to deal with even such a large animal as an elephant.

An animal such as a polar bear always appears on the list of the most terrible animals on the planet. This strong predator can cut off the head of an adult with just one blow of its powerful paw.

Cases of attacks by these animals on humans are quite rare, and if they do occur, they are associated with the destruction by people of the habitat familiar to polar bears.

Despite the fact that jellyfish seem to people to be completely harmless creatures, and some people even touch them in the water, it is better not to have anything in common with unfamiliar representatives of marine biology.

The touch of the tentacles of some representatives of the aquatic world, for example, a sea wasp (box jellyfish), to a person leads to tragic consequences; he can die in a short time.

It is sea wasps that are today considered to be the most dangerous representatives of the jellyfish family. The poison of one such individual is enough to kill about 60 people. You can meet this inhabitant of the water element in Australia; they often swim to the beaches.

However, despite such dangerous proximity, people are not at all afraid to swim next to such a dangerous enemy. Human society has invented an interesting way of protecting against sea wasps: vacationers dress from head to toe in clothes made of the same material from which nylon tights with lycra for women are made. This material well protects the swimmer’s body from poisonous tentacles sticking to the skin. There are craftsmen who independently make swimsuits for themselves at home from several pairs of tights.

In the warm sea waters hide a huge number of terrible animals, including snakes; their poison, unlike the poison of land reptiles, is many times stronger. In the ranking of the most dangerous sea snakes, kraits, or as they are also called swallowtails, come first.

Their teeth are located far enough in the mouth that they simply cannot bite a person. But as soon as some too inexperienced, inquisitive diver catches this representative of the sea depths, while spreading his fingers as wide as possible, the krait will immediately rush to bite the person in the skin between the fingers - it is this vulnerable spot that can become an excellent target for the snake.

Dangerous felines

How many films have already been published, like “The Ghost and the Darkness”, books telling stories about cannibal lions, about how representatives of the cat family strive to deal with people at all costs (it’s worth remembering, at least, Mowgli and Shere Khan).

Even the largest lion, upon seeing a person, tends to immediately move away, and leopards do the same. However, among leopards there are still cannibals. The most ferocious predator that attacks people is considered to be an animal that killed 125 people in the Indian settlement of Rudraprayag over 8 years. In 1926, the man-eater was killed by the English hunter John Corbett, who subsequently dedicated a book to his hunt for the leopard.

It is very difficult to track down a leopard that attacks people, since this animal is so smart that people living next to it in the jungle may not even see such a dangerous neighbor.

Elephants should also be considered among the most dangerous animals. Despite the fact that these animals cannot boast of perfect vision, they, in contrast to this problem, have a very developed intelligence, which allows them to easily distinguish a person from any other animal.

In those places where elephants live in their natural habitat, legends and traditions are formed about the mental abilities of these animals. They perform in circuses and can be found in zoos.

If an elephant collides with a person in the wild, the animal will immediately rush to kill him. Often, due to a lack of provisions, elephants are forced to enter plantations at night to feast on fruit, where they come face-to-face with local guards. The watchmen are simply forced to attack unexpected guests with sticks, and the animals in this case desperately defend themselves.

Today, elephants are involved in cases involving accidents in both zoos and circuses.

This animal can easily kill a lion, a man and a crocodile with just one awkward movement. In countries such as Bangladesh and India, elephants steal alcoholic products from people - rice beer, drink it and, while intoxicated, trample up to 100 people a year.

If, when meeting a man and an elephant in the wild, the first behaves calmly, then the second most likely will not attack him. However, if an impudent and insolent tourist begins to demonstratively wave a camera or video camera in front of an elephant’s face, then the consequences of such communication will be very disastrous; the person will definitely end up in a hospital bed at best, at worst he may be crushed to death by a massive giant.

Monkey

In the list of the most dangerous animals, by the way, on a par with elephants, there are monkeys, especially macaques, chimpanzees and baboons are considered the most terrible representatives of this family. However, not many people agree with this point of view; they say that although monkeys are prone to theft, they are the cutest animals.

India is suffering from a massive invasion of monkeys; in this country these animals feel very at ease. The people who feed these representatives of the animal world are primarily to blame for this. Tragedies involving monkeys and humans are rare; a monkey can only kill if someone tries to limit its personal freedom.

The crocodile is considered to be the most dangerous animal and land predator at the same time.

Despite the fact that people annually kill a huge number of crocodiles for the sake of their beautiful skin, which, after killing the animal, automatically falls into the rank of raw materials for boots, bags, and wallets, this toothy representative of the animal world does not mind being eaten by humans.

The African continent holds the record for the number of human casualties. Most often, careless fishermen and children carelessly playing on the banks of rivers become victims of crocodiles.

In Africa in the 20th century, people actively exterminated the crocodile tribe, as a result of which the active reproduction of predatory fish began in the rivers, the favorite dish of the crocodiles themselves, which in turn almost completely exterminated the smaller relatives that were part of the menu of the local aborigines. As a result of this, a huge number of people died of hunger.

A fight between a man and a crocodile ends in death quite rarely. This, in turn, is due to the fact that the clumsy reptile is not adapted to hunting people. If the victim does not swim, but takes a vertical position, it is sometimes very difficult for the crocodile to grab it. And if, nevertheless, a crocodile grabs a person in this position, then it will pull its victim to the bottom and wait until it drowns. Once convinced of this, the reptile will tear the drowned man into small pieces and eat him.

Despite the fact that the crocodile is not a very agile animal, it can reach speeds of up to 30 km/h in water and make rapid forward thrusts of its body. Tourists in parks are not allowed too close to ponds with crocodiles; this is done to avoid accidents.

Brazil and Costa Rica are home to small, colorful frogs that break this long-established stereotype. The color of this cute representative of wildlife is very attractive; there are yellow, orange, blue and green individuals with black spots. But don’t think of him as a simple and harmless frog. The poison of one frog can kill two elephants, or 20 adults.

In South America, cases of death of people who only touched the spotted dart frog have been repeatedly recorded. While in captivity, this frog stops producing poison; this is due to the fact that insects that contribute to the formation of this poison no longer enter the amphibian’s diet.

Humans can rightfully be called the most dangerous animal on planet Earth. Today it is actively killing nature, destroying animals and plants.

Man exterminates not only his smaller brothers, he also kills his own kind, which is clearly evidenced by numerous wars, man-made disasters, revolutions and other events of this kind.

He is able to resist the elements and disasters, but he cannot overcome the desire to become a leader in the race of natural selection; he defends this status in all ways convenient for himself.

The most terrible animal on the planet is...

Nature has created a huge number of animals, insects, amphibians and reptiles, which are dangerous not only for flora and fauna, but also for humanity. In turn, human activity also does not pass without a trace for all living things, especially if it has a destructive effect on all living things.

And yet, it is most expedient to consider humans as the most terrible animal on the planet, since people cut down forests, drain water bodies, pollute the atmosphere, and have a detrimental effect on the environment. People are indebted to nature; the number of resources they have spent has long exceeded the established limit.

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Answers to page 23

Lev Tolstoy

Terrible beast

The mouse went out for a walk. She walked around the yard and came back to her mother.
- Well, mother, I saw two animals. One is scary and the other is kind.
Mother said:
- Tell me, what are these animals?
The mouse said:
- One, scary one, walks around the yard like this: his legs are black, his comb is red, his nose is hooked. When I walked past, he opened his mouth, raised his leg and began screaming so loudly that I was very scared.
“It’s a rooster,” said the old mouse, don’t be afraid of it. Well, what about the other animal?
- The other was lying in the sun and warming himself. His neck is white, his legs are gray, smooth, he licks his white chest and wags his tail, looking at me.
The old mouse said:
- You're stupid! This is the cat himself.

1. Determine the genre of this work. Specify +

+ fable fairy tale story

2. Point it out ⇒ who the little mouse was talking about.

scary ⇒ rooster
Kind ⇒ cat

3 ∗ . Complete the proposal.

The fable “The Terrible Beast” was written by Leo Tolstoy.

4. What was the mouse like? Indicate the answer + or write your own.

Smart + stupid experienced
+ little kind one

5. Color the pictures and write down the characters in the fable.

The cat is so cute: his chest is white, his legs are gray, smooth, he lies in the sun, warms himself - his soul rejoices. But it depends on who. Everyone knows that for a mouse there is no beast worse than a cat. But the stupid mouse from the fable “The Terrible Beast” saw a beast with a handsome appearance and said: “Kind, kind...”. And she was not afraid of him. But she was afraid of the loud rooster. And only the mother told the silly mouse who really should be feared. Appearances are sometimes deceiving...

"Terrible Beast"

The mouse went out for a walk. She walked around the yard and came back to her mother.

Well, mother, I saw two animals. One is scary, and the other is kind.

Mother said:

Tell me, what kind of animals are these?

The mouse said:

One, scary one, walks around the yard like this: his legs are black, his crest is red, his eyes are bulging, his nose is hooked. When I walked past, he opened his mouth, raised his leg and began screaming so loudly that I didn’t know where to go from fear.

“This is a rooster,” said the old mouse. “He does no harm to anyone, don’t be afraid of him.” Well, what about the other animal?

The other lay in the sun and warmed itself. His neck is white, his legs are gray, smooth, he licks his white chest and moves his tail slightly, looking at me.

The old mouse said:

Stupid! After all, it's the cat itself.

If there are any excellent swimmers in the taiga, they are bears! Neither horses nor dogs can compare with them. The bear easily and naturally cuts through the water, puffing and creating waves like a small steam boat. The expression on the predator’s muzzle is the most innocent, well, at least take a picture of it on a postcard! The thick skin on its face does not convey the threatening facial expressions characteristic of other predators. The round ears, barely noticeable among the thick fur, are not pressed to the head, like those of wolves and lynxes, and other expressions of rage are also not very noticeable. It seems that he is not a beast at all, but a human-like, clumsy and good-natured fat man. But with an unpredictable character...

The fat man chasing our Robinsons crossed the source in a matter of seconds and, in order to swim to the shore, tried to overcome the log blocking the path. Bears don’t like to dive: water pours into their ears - and so he, sniffling and groaning, tried to climb over the log from above, tightly grasping it with his front paws. Everything is the last barrier between him and the guys. Now the animal will jump out onto the shore, and there is nowhere to escape from it. There is nothing to hope for except an axe.

The log lying freely on the water, under the weight of the bear’s carcass, made a complete revolution around its axis, and the animal again found itself at its starting point. The bear tried again - the log turned again and returned the animal to its original position. A terrible roar filled the river. For a bear, this is no longer a log, but a cunning, irresistible trap. He furiously grabbed the pine bark with his fangs and pounded the log with his clawed paw. Knocking crumbs out of the bark, he repeated his unsuccessful attempts again and again and, tumbling around the log, showed the guys his wounded bottom with purulent wounds. Finally, the swinging log became detached from the bushes, and the current and breeze carried it out into the spill of rubbish. And the bear, angry at the log, kept spinning and spinning around him - he had no time for the guys.

- It's gone! – Andrey said nervously, watching how the log, along with the acrobat, disappeared behind the waves.

“That’s right, it blew through,” agreed Anatoly, still clutching the ax with his whitened fingers. - How will we return? Did you see how he destroyed our region? He did this on purpose to prevent us from escaping. I calculated correctly - now we will sunbathe on the island.

“We’ll wait until the Kalmyks arrive,” Andrey answered carelessly.

“We’ll have to wait a long time: the last families returned to the steppes this spring, only Marusya remained.” Apparently, they didn’t like it here - they are drawn to their homeland.

“Then let’s go back to the dugout, maybe a steamer or boat will pick us up.”

-Have you seen at least one ship in three days? Until the water subsides, the entire fleet moves through the channel, in short it turns out. There is nothing to wait for, you have to get out yourself. However, you can’t row it out on a raft: it will be driven by the wind or current somewhere into the bushes and sit there, crowing.

Reasoning sadly, the guys trudged back to the dugout. Here is the fence near which they met the moose family, the wooden trough under which they found salt...

- Tolya! What if we sail away on a deck? Look how healthy she is!

- Need to try. It will lift us up, but it’s too narrow – you could tip over.

“And we’ll fasten a counterweight from a log to it with wire and make a sail from a canopy, like on a catamaran,” Andrey got excited.

“Let’s better eat first, drink tea, and then draw in the sand what you made up again.” Let's figure out what and how. “We have nowhere to rush now,” his friend cooled his ardor.

The coals at the door of the hut had not yet cooled down, and they managed to fan them again. The fire began to smoke merrily: to drive away the midges, rotten insects were thrown into it. Andrey took the pot and went down to the water. The bear tracks had not yet disappeared, but they no longer bothered the guy: the animal was now far away. Andrei leaned toward the water to scoop it up with the pot, and his ear caught a strange whining sound: as if a large spider was beating against the window glass and buzzing tediously. The sound grew, spread out and approached the hut, and soon it became clear to Andrey: a motorboat was coming. Forgetting to scoop it up, he jumped out onto the hillock and shouted at the top of his lungs:

- Tolya! The motorboat is coming! Put wood on the fire!

But there was no longer any need for this: the motorboat appeared around the bend and headed for the hut.

- Here! To us! Hey! - the guys ran along the shore. From the motorboat they waved their cap at them - they noticed. Hooray!

“The Gordeevskaya boat,” Tolya learned, “we’re lucky, our guys.”

The boat stuck its high nose into the sand and “our guys,” three in number, jumped onto the shore.

- So here you are! - the eldest of the brothers, Nikolai, began in a reproachful tone, - you are resting, but there is almost anxiety in the village. Varvara Makarovna came running and asked to look along the way. As soon as we detected the smoke, we realized that it was yours. Well, how did you get it? Is it on your ear?

“They’re herding bears here, not catching fish,” Vanyusha interrupted Nikolai Jr., seeing footprints on the shore.

“It’s not us, but he’s herding us,” the guys explained.

- What do you have - don’t you have anything to scare him with? From the hut you can throw him through the window without risk. Better than from the warehouse.

- We are without a gun. And we can’t go back: he crushed our region.

“Then get on our boat.” You were lucky that we went to plant potatoes, otherwise it remains to be seen how long we would have had to wait.

How long will it take for the boys to dive? In a minute, all the property is in the boat.

“Thank you for getting us off the island,” said Andrey.

– It’s not us who need to be thanked, but Pashka Zero and the board – it’s because of them that we have to hide the garden on the islands. If it weren't for them, would we have gone...

The Gordeevs know how to make good boats! The high bow confidently cuts the water, and the boat easily runs up a gentle wave. The motor at the stern purrs loudly and evenly and sways slightly.

Life is good! And especially, all is well that ends well. Despite the fatigue, the guys were not left with joyful excitement, and when the mainland shore appeared in the distance, Tolya suddenly sang with fullness of feelings:

“Glorious sea, sacred Baikal, glorious ship omul barrel!.. Do you know,” he turned to Andrey, “what is the most terrible animal in the taiga?” - Human!

- Poacher! – Andrey did not agree.

Black oil slicks swayed on the waves around the boat, and a helicopter flew overhead.

“MI-sixth,” Andrey defined, “Mishka!”

Everyone looked after the helicopter.

Arkady Zakharov

How often are we human,
Without trying to understand others,
For some reason we judge them harshly.
Myself, knowing only how to forgive.

How often do we get together in packs,
We divide everyone into strangers and our own.
Moving away from those unnecessary to us,
Without noticing their pain.

How difficult it is if you are in a pack,
The leader disliked him for some reason.
When he would peck you,
He motioned to the sixes.

The one who kept trying to make friends,
He will hurry to strike first.
Yesterday he was touched by you,
Today - he's trying to spit!

Condemning wolf laws
So often we use them...

Scary prophetic dreams...
You live without believing in predictions,
But they keep their expectations viscous
And you're afraid of silence.

And you are afraid of one thing:
Will the moment of accomplishment come?
Loss pain... and regrets...
And nothing from the past.

Pain creeps stickily into the memory.
Everything that is gone will not return...
The years flew by like a fast bird.
And bitter salt in the wound.

You no longer believe in miracles.
There are no rear areas for retreat.
The bitterness of the decision will come,
That you agree with this yourself.

And autumn is a chorus of hoarse birds
Shouts to the past...

Worse than a strike... lightning
Warmer - volcano... lava
More mysterious... "Concordia"
Your look... a little strange

Smile... half moon
And ripe “rye”... melancholy
And under the T-shirt... they are furious
Two pink... nipples

I'm stupefied... by berry
(Without a miss... hit the bow)
As you wish... under the pagoda
Your winged... hands

Worse than a strike... lightning
Warmer - volcano... lava
More mysterious... "Concordia"
Your look is a little... drunk

It's scary to live in this world
Where comfort is missing
Early in the morning, at dawn
The devils will kill us all.
We don't choose the time
Where to be born, die,
We blame each other
And we are afraid of getting sick.
There is a lot of vulgarity in the world,
Is it necessary to beg and blame,
As if it's possible for this,
Change in this life.
Every year we fight to the death,
We want to be free
And in the end the chickens laugh,
We'll move it to Tarara.
Shine of a smile, hug,
My age, my farewell fate.
Don't envy anyone.
Time is a test...

In the Moscow region, on a breeding animal farm
Animals die in the cold.

They die, but not only from the cold.
Our smaller brothers are dying of hunger.

Sables, foxes, and minks are dying.
They cannot hide from the cold in a warm hole.

The state farm was once famous.
And now - what a terrible sight!

Black sable is the adornment of kings.
The sable population is dying.

The amber sable was bred here.
He has wonderful, special fur.

Here it is, the sable. He's the only one.
And death awaits him from hunger...

On the tree high, at the very top of the head
A huge lump held at gunpoint
All those who were hanging around idle under the tree,
And I really wanted to fall from above.

And wild bees wouldn’t mind biting,
And the roots would grab from the soil by the foot,
And the forest animals, hiding in ambush,
They would have waited for me and attacked me from behind.

And the wind would blow without any meaning,
And the snow would fall and the rain would fall
And someone would hoot terribly in your ear,
And then it itched like an annoying fly.

I won’t go into the forest, I won’t take a step into the thicket.
I'm not...

I had a strange dream last night;

Many animals were playing throughout the expanse of heaven.
A scarlet cross rose above them reverently and tenderly.
During the day,
the sky was in a glow of flowers,
And this beauty of endings was not to be seen.

There butterflies circled among the green grass,
And there was no poison anywhere. From broken walls overgrown with moss. If you notice an error, select a piece of text and press Ctrl+Enter

Chapter 1

No - there is more than one exception. He forgot about Laird Dalser. Although, frankly speaking, it is difficult to classify him as a resident of Hennigville.

As, indeed, of Dirt himself.

No, not a deer: Dirt saw the head. Gray, with a reddish touch, decorated with neat branching horns.

Roe. Male.

The fingers on the bowstring tensed, and at that moment the breeze died down. Dirt had not moved before, but now he froze like a stone.

Come on! Wind! Come on, blow it! You simply must go for a walk towards the top, straight to Dirt. It’s morning, at this time your direction rarely changes.

And then you don’t know how long you will look for the arrow: in such cases they have a bad habit of getting lost.