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Swearing Tales. Creepy pastas. Madelaine
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isbn 9785005318527
Автор произведения Madelaine
Жанр Современная русская литература
Издательство Издательские решения
Aphids
There are stories that one day a conductor, just before Christmas that very night, peering into the snow blockages outside the window, saw something strange. Rainbow lights flew along the white bare branches past the passing forest. Small fussy glowing insects literally beat against the window and on the window with fir branches bursting from the snow cap. The passengers were asleep in the cabin. She was the only one who saw it. Unable to resist, she opened the window and a couple of strange insects flew into the train. And they disappeared… Later, the insects were found during harvesting, in sugar. Gnawing a little from all sides, they warm themselves comfortably in the closet. This is where it came from: aphids, aphids, aphids… Well, this is a Christmas aphid with a Russian spruce.
Tueva Hucha*
*shitload
Once, over the endless Russian snowy fields, clouds came together. One big black mass from which it is about to rain. But it didn’t rain. In the middle of the night (and the stars were visible a little to the right of the clouds) little Huchiks began to fall from the sky… They were so nicknamed because they were not called Tuchiks!?
The Hoochiks were white, fluffy, round animals with two black little eyes on the top of their heads. And legs and arms like a chicken. They flew like sparrows over relatively short distances, not high. Preferring to sit on thuja branches. That is why they all together and each separately were nicknamed Tueva Hucha (shitload in Russian). Because when they flock together, it turns out a big Tueva Hucha. And each of them is a little Tuyev Huchenok. Nothing abusive as you might think, of course, in my cool and fashionable book of Leader’s fairy tales – no.
Full of fleas
It was in the December river, somewhere near Zverevo in the Russian wilderness, where the train at the station costs no more than 5 minutes. From there, rumors spread slowly like turtles. They crawled to me in some fabulous way, well, after all, it’s a fairy tale, after all… So, the dog got lost on the river. A stray, of course. But she still lived at a grocery store. Not that she was completely homeless, but not at home either. She got lost in the ice, but so no one else saw her. Maybe she crossed to the other side, to another village, maybe something else.
But since then, from behind the bushes, a top, they say, jumps out on the rangers of the railway. Spinning and squealing, grabbing at its tail. Rolls around in the snow, as if scratching his back, make circles and runs away. See the resemblance in him to that dog. They called it, however, «full of fleas». Since it is choked and it is assumed that it is flea. And strangely wet all the time, in icicles in winter. With red, animal, not human eyes.
They see that river, constantly nearby. Sometimes they don’t see it for a long time: winter, two or five. They know that he is there somewhere and they are afraid to let their children go to the river.
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