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This story began with a house in the village and bulk apples that grew under the windows of my attic room. To some, it may seem like a fiction, but for me it has become fairy tale. A fairy tale of a lifetime...
On that sunny and fine day, I sat on the windowsill and enjoyed the warm August wind, bringing with it the smell of meadow grasses. The branched apple tree this year, as never before, was rich in harvest. Juicy bulk fruits literally asked for their hands, seducing with ruddy sides, and the air was saturated with a delicate sweet aroma. Picking a ripe fruit from the nearest branch, I was about to put it to my lips when I heard a strange noise.
A quiet puff and a sharp swaying of the tree announced the appearance of guests in the yard. Smiling, I put the apple in my sundress pocket and, slipping out of the room, quickly went downstairs. Having crept up to the tree, I began to observe with interest the young thief who encroached on our garden.
– What are you doing here? I asked ingratiatingly, following his manipulations.
Startled, the possessor of criminal inclinations twitched and, waving her arms awkwardly, flew to the ground. For a moment, the world around me froze, leaving me alone with the only question - what to do with the corpse? God forbid, he will break his neck ...
And while panicked thoughts tormented the stupid head, the stranger managed to deftly dodge in the air and gracefully land. Green eyes, sparkling with some kind of magical light, glided at me for a minute with a bad look, and then the girl got up and quickly ran through the garden to the far fence. I would like to return to my room and forget about the unexpected visit, but for some reason my legs themselves carried along.
Using a small gate that closes on a hook, I passed the old fence. A strange excitement flared up in my soul, and my heart was ready to burst out of my chest, as if it felt the approach of something ... magical. And it didn't take long!
Easily slipping out of the outskirts, I took a few steps by inertia and froze in amazement - I had never seen such a landscape outside the village before!...
A slight blow to the back forced me to lose my balance for a moment, but instead of falling, I was suddenly pulled up. straight to blue sky which at this time of the year seemed endless. A frightened cry got stuck somewhere in my throat, and my eyes closed by themselves, plunging my consciousness into darkness.
Note the first, telling about the magical and the unknown
Grandfather and Grandmother took into account their mistake and baked the Cube.
- Thirteen girls on the list, as you asked, Yaginya Kosteyalovna, - a squeaky voice was heard somewhere nearby.
“I see it myself, Norushka. Thanks for the help, cheers.
Opening my eyes, for some time I looked with curiosity at the dark crowns of the giant trees that blocked the sunlight and created a pleasant coolness. Thick grass under his back served as a soft blanket, causing an unconscious desire to lie more. Yes, they just didn't let me.
Girls, get up! - And an unknown force lifted up, forcing him to take a vertical position and look around in surprise.
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Title: School of Fairy Tales
Author: Irina Elba, Tatyana Osinskaya
Year: 2015
Genre: Wizard Books, Humorous Fantasy, Love Fantasy
About the book "School of Fairy Tales" Irina Elba, Tatyana Osinskaya
Irina Elba and Tatyana Osinskaya are quite a talented creative tandem. The writers work in the popular genre of "love fantasy". Their book "School of Fairy Tales" will definitely appeal to those readers who experience an irresistible craving for vivid descriptions fantastic adventures of attractive and courageous heroines, as well as their romantic relationships with handsome princes. It is worth reading for everyone who wants to spend a few hours of free time carelessly and pleasantly.
The fairy-tale world in which the heroes of the work live has its own laws and rules. The main character quite suddenly finds herself in the magical School of Fairy Tales.
But she needs to study not for an ordinary witch, but for a real Baba Yaga. The main character will take on the responsibility of breaking existing stereotypes. She will try in every possible way to prove that a fragile girl can stand up not only for herself, but also for her friends.
Irina Elba and Tatyana Osinskaya wrote their book in a very simple and accessible way. a large number readers with the language, simplifying the plot interweaving as much as possible. Not much time and attention is given to the description of the world in which the heroes of the work live, the writers focus on romantic feelings and general impressions. The authors of the book tried to bring together the heroes of numerous Russian fairy tales and, by rethinking their stories, create a unique narrative about the adventures of fictional fairy tale characters.
The book "School of Fairy Tales" is an excellent work in the "love fantasy" genre, which will definitely give readers a lot of pleasant and positive emotions. It has a lot of cute and interesting characters who easily embark on absolutely incredible and very funny journeys. Each of them is trying to find their happiness and their love. There are quite a lot of vivid erotic scenes in this book, which will surely interest and please many readers. The main character of the work is trying in every possible way to find her only man who will make her truly happy. For this, she is ready to do almost anything. Whether she manages to find her love, readers will find out only towards the end of the novel.
Irina Elba and Tatyana Osinskaya managed to write an incredibly light and captivating work at the same time, using almost all the typical genre elements. Reading their novel is, first of all, for those who want to escape from everyday worries and relax a little.
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Quotes from the book "School of Fairy Tales" Irina Elba, Tatyana Osinskaya
- Father, bring me a scarlet flower from across the sea ...
- Daughter, well, fuck you! My probation has not yet ended for your miracle herb!
Children quickly forget the bad, trying to fill unpleasant emotions with new experiences.
Now I’ll wrap you, you pisyukasty wicked ones, on your chlamys ... so that it’s disrespectful!”.
Twelve students stood in front of the small house where the curator was hiding and snorted in displeasure. I watched with curiosity what was happening. - Yaga, come out! Come out, you vile coward! - At the command of the pike ... - Ulyana Emelevna, I ask you not to mention your familiar in vain! ' said the woman, coming out to the threshold. - Why are my Hedgehogs unhappy?
A quiet puff and a sharp swaying of the tree announced the appearance of guests in the yard. Smiling, I put the apple in my sundress pocket and, slipping out of the room, quickly went downstairs. Creeping up to the tree, I began to watch with interest the young thief who encroached on our garden. “What are you doing here? I asked ingratiatingly, following his manipulations. Startled, the owner of criminal inclinations jerked and, awkwardly waving her hands, flew to the ground. For a moment, the world around me froze, leaving me alone with the only question - what to do with the corpse? God forbid, he will break his neck ...
Irina Elba, Tatiana Osinskaya
School of Fairy Tales
© Osinskaya T., Elba I., 2015
© Design. LLC "Publishing House" E ", 2015
* * *This story began with a house in the village and bulk apples that grew under the windows of my attic room. To some, it may seem like a fiction, but for me it has become a fairy tale. A fairy tale of a lifetime...
On that sunny and fine day, I sat on the windowsill and enjoyed the warm August wind, bringing with it the smell of meadow grasses. The branched apple tree this year, as never before, was rich in harvest. Juicy bulk fruits literally asked for their hands, seducing with ruddy sides, and the air was saturated with a delicate sweet aroma. Picking a ripe fruit from the nearest branch, I was about to put it to my lips when I heard a strange noise.
A quiet puff and a sharp swaying of the tree announced the appearance of guests in the yard. Smiling, I put the apple in my sundress pocket and, slipping out of the room, quickly went downstairs. Having crept up to the tree, I began to observe with interest the young thief who encroached on our garden.
– What are you doing here? I asked ingratiatingly, following his manipulations.
Startled, the possessor of criminal inclinations twitched and, waving her arms awkwardly, flew to the ground. For a moment, the world around me froze, leaving me alone with the only question - what to do with the corpse? God forbid, he will break his neck ...
And while panicked thoughts tormented the stupid head, the stranger managed to deftly dodge in the air and gracefully land. Green eyes, sparkling with some kind of witchcraft light, glided at me for a minute with a bad look, and then the girl got up and quickly ran through the garden to the far fence. I would like to return to my room and forget about the unexpected visit, but for some reason my legs themselves carried along.
Using a small gate that closes on a hook, I passed the old fence. A strange excitement flared up in my soul, and my heart was ready to burst out of my chest, as if it felt the approach of something ... magical. And it didn't take long!
Easily slipping out of the outskirts, I took a few steps by inertia and froze in amazement - I had never seen such a landscape outside the village before!
A slight blow to the back forced me to lose my balance for a moment, but instead of falling, I was suddenly pulled up. Straight to the blue sky, which at this time of the year seemed endless. A frightened cry stuck somewhere in my throat, and my eyes closed by themselves, plunging my consciousness into darkness.
Note the first, telling about the magical and the unknown
Grandfather and Grandmother took into account their mistake and baked the Cube.
- Thirteen girls on the list, as you asked, Yaginya Kosteyalovna, - a squeaky voice was heard somewhere nearby.
“I see it myself, Norushka. Thanks for the help, cheers.
Opening my eyes, for some time I looked with curiosity at the dark crowns of giant trees that blocked the sunlight and created a pleasant coolness. Thick grass under his back served as a soft blanket, causing an unconscious desire to lie more. Yes, they just didn't let me.
Girls, get up! - And an unknown force lifted up, forcing him to take a vertical position and look around in surprise.
The forest… Dark and dense, standing in this place for more than one century. Not a single gap or a hint of a path that would lead out of the clearing in which I so unexpectedly found myself. Next to me, in the same suspended state, a dozen more girls hung out, looking with hostility at a beautiful young woman standing opposite. Behind her, a flock of geese shifted absurdly from foot to foot, on the neck of one of which a mouse sat ... in a sundress and with a wheat ear in its paw.
“I see that you all recognized me, and it’s not worth introducing yourself,” the woman smiled happily. - Here we are with you and met, my wards.
- Let go, Yaga. I'll fix it, hello, please, let it go! - one of the “suspended”, with a thick scythe of a rich red color, spoke up.
- That's how you learn, Lyubava Zmeevna, and I'll let you go.
- My folder will arrive and ...
“And fly away, honey,” the woman interrupted, smiling softly. - All of you are here with the consent of relatives. And some more by request, so leave the threats. In addition, the director should appear any minute. And after its approval, in any case, you will have to unlearn the due date.
- Where to study? I asked quietly, though not expecting an answer.
However, they heard me and immediately rewarded me with an attentive look.
- Whose will you be, girl? – approaching closer, asked woman.
“Parental,” I replied, not quite understanding the essence of the question.
- And who are our parents?
- Andrey and Veronica Foggy.
- Foggy? Something I don’t remember such ... Magicians?
- In the s-meaning? I stammered, looking at the woman in surprise.
- Norushka, who did you bring me? - sharply turning to the mouse, asked the lady with unusual name.
– So, judging by the imprint of the aura… it must be Vasilisa the Immortal. - And already turning to me: - What is your name?
“Oh… There was a mistake,” the mouse squeaked in some confusion. - Will you return it?
- Yes. Don't forget to fix the girl's memory and…” the woman replied, narrowing her eyes.
What else the mouse was supposed to do, I never found out. The air above the clearing rippled, and then something smoothly unfolded from it, most of all reminiscent of an emergency slide in airplanes. A moment, and a large ball rolled down this ladder right onto the grass. Upon closer examination, it turned out to be an overcooked Easter cake, to which someone attached eyes and made an incision in the form of a mouth. Oh…
- Hello, girls! - the voice of the bread was surprisingly pleasant and charming. - I'm very glad to see you all. You gave me trouble, of course. But I'm even glad that you are so stubborn and dexterous. So, you will learn to envy everyone. From this day on, all of you are listed as students of the School of Fairy Tales, the direction of Maliciousness, specializing in Grandmother Yozhka. My sincere congratulations!
- Sorry, Kolobok Batkovich, but we have a problem. One of the girls is not a resident fairy world and must be returned home.
- Which exactly? asked the loaf with interest and, following the pointing finger of Yagi, turned to me. - It will do. I decline the request to return home. Let him study. - And already turning to me: - You can not thank.
I did not, puzzled by the question - why do I have such strange visions? Either when she was chasing a thief, she fell and hit her head, or grandmother sprinkled apples with something, but she forgot to tell me. In any case, the hallucinations turned out to be extremely delusional and… realistic.
“Thank you, Kolobok Batkovich,” Yaginya Kosteyalovna was the first to respond and bowed. - And for permission, and for parting words, and for a new hostel. By the way, when can students be accommodated?
- All the necessary papers have already been signed, so you can proceed. More questions? No? Then let me roll back - business.
With these words, Gingerbread Man deftly rolled back along the ladder and disappeared into the haze of air. We, no longer restrained by the spell, smoothly sank to the ground. Well, at least they didn’t fall - and that’s good.
“That’s all, my dears. I also congratulate you on your admission to the School of Fairy Tales. For the next six years, I am your curator, nanny, mother and best friend!
- How can I check out? Lyubava asked with hostility, scratching the tip of her nose.
- No way! You can leave school early only in one case - if you get married. And not just for anyone, but for the bearer of blue blood. And it doesn’t matter - for Ivan Tsarevich the fiftieth ... although the tsar-priest Ivan the forty-ninth is also kind of free ... or for the heir to the empire. - Yaga thought for a moment, and then continued in a cheerful voice: - In general, as soon as you find your prince with a bow and arrows, yes, you will receive an offer from him with this very arrow between ... ahem, it's too early for you to know. In general, as soon as you present a nominal wedding arrow, you can immediately leave the school. Until then, study, study and study again! So, my hedgehogs, rise - and forward to the hostel habitation!
No one was in a hurry to get up, so an unknown force pulled us to our feet again, and then carried us towards especially dense bushes. However, as we approached, they parted, revealing a perfectly acceptable path. It was along this path that we were dragged into a bright future ...
The hostel, to be honest, was impressive. I had no idea that I had such a rich imagination! A seven-story wooden building ... on chicken legs, with a thatched roof and ... alive! He also had little white wings.
- Girls, here is your house for the duration of your studies. We remember the password! So, hut-hut, turn to me in front, and to the forest ...
- Backside? - prompted one of the girls, with pink hair and an impressive club.
- ... and to the forest with a rear facade! - Yaga finished, looking at the ward with displeasure. - We have censorship, Yozhka. So from now on, I ask you not to express yourself.
Irina Elba
Tatiana Osinskaya
SCHOOL OF FAIRY TALE
This story began with a house in the village and bulk apples that grew under the windows of my attic room. To some, it may seem like a fiction, but for me it has become a fairy tale. A fairy tale of a lifetime...
On that sunny and fine day, I sat on the windowsill and enjoyed the warm August wind, bringing with it the smell of meadow grasses. The branched apple tree this year, as never before, was rich in harvest. Juicy bulk fruits literally asked for their hands, seducing with ruddy sides, and the air was saturated with a delicate sweet aroma. Picking a ripe fruit from the nearest branch, I was about to put it to my lips when I heard a strange noise.
A quiet puff and a sharp swaying of the tree announced the appearance of guests in the yard. Smiling, I put the apple in my sundress pocket and, slipping out of the room, quickly went downstairs. Having crept up to the tree, I began to observe with interest the young thief who encroached on our garden.
What are you doing here? I asked ingratiatingly, following his manipulations.
Startled, the possessor of criminal inclinations twitched and, waving her arms awkwardly, flew to the ground. For a moment, the world around me froze, leaving me alone with the only question - what to do with the corpse? God forbid, he will break his neck ...
And while panicked thoughts tormented the stupid head, the stranger managed to deftly dodge in the air and gracefully land. Green eyes, sparkling with some kind of witchcraft light, glided at me for a minute with a bad look, and then the girl got up and quickly ran through the garden to the far fence. I would like to return to my room and forget about the unexpected visit, but for some reason my legs themselves carried along.
Using a small gate that closes on a hook, I passed the old fence. A strange excitement flared up in my soul, and my heart was ready to burst out of my chest, as if it felt the approach of something ... magical. And it didn't take long!
Easily slipping out of the outskirts, I took a few steps by inertia and froze in amazement - I had never seen such a landscape outside the village before!
A slight blow to the back forced me to lose my balance for a moment, but instead of falling, I was suddenly pulled up. Straight to the blue sky, which at this time of the year seemed endless. A frightened cry stuck somewhere in my throat, and my eyes closed by themselves, plunging my consciousness into darkness.
Note the first, telling about the magical and the unknown
Grandfather and Grandmother took into account their mistake and baked the Cube.
Thirteen girls on the list, as you asked, Yaginya Kosteyalovna, - a squeaky voice was heard somewhere nearby.
I see it myself, Norushka. Thanks for the help, cheers.
Opening my eyes, for some time I looked with curiosity at the dark crowns of giant trees that blocked the sunlight and created a pleasant coolness. Thick grass under his back served as a soft blanket, causing an unconscious desire to lie more. Yes, they just didn't let me.
Girls, get up! - And an unknown force lifted up, forcing him to take a vertical position and look around in surprise.
The forest… Dark and dense, standing in this place for more than one century. Not a single gap or a hint of a path that would lead out of the clearing in which I so unexpectedly found myself. Next to me, in the same suspended state, a dozen more girls hung out, looking with hostility at a beautiful young woman standing opposite. Behind her, a flock of geese shifted absurdly from foot to foot, on the neck of one of which a mouse sat ... in a sundress and with a wheat ear in its paw.
I see that you all recognized me, and you should not introduce yourself, - the woman smiled happily. - Here we are with you and met, my wards.
Let go, Yaga. I'll fix it, hello, please, let it go! - spoke one of the "suspended", with a thick scythe of rich red color.
That's how you learn, Lyubava Zmeevna, and I'll let you go.
My folder will arrive and ...
And fly away, honey, - the woman interrupted, smiling softly. - All of you are here with the consent of relatives. And some more by request, so leave the threats. In addition, the director should appear any minute. And after its approval, in any case, you will have to unlearn the due date.
Learn where? I asked quietly, though not expecting an answer.
However, they heard me and immediately rewarded me with an attentive look.
Whose will you be, girl? - Coming closer, the woman asked.
Parental, - I responded, not quite understanding the essence of the issue.
I would never have thought that one day I would get into the Fairy World. And not just anywhere, but to the real School of Fairy Tales! It's a pity they forgot to warn you that you will have to study not as a witch, but as a real Baba Yaga! Only the diet of good fellows of modern Yozhek does not suit. Flights in a mortar disappear due to lack of rights, and the Hut on chicken legs scared away all the suitors. Yes, and constant skirmishes with harmful heroes! And I want fairy tales! And preferably happy. What does it mean for Yozhki princes are not supposed? You have to break stereotypes. After all, Baba Yaga should have her own "happily ever after"!
Irina Elba
Note two, about dining, drinking and shopping
Note three, about shopping, cafes and men
Note four, on walks, unpleasant encounters and the future
Fifth note, about unusual proposals and strange bards
Note six, about educational process and other troubles
Note seventh, about all sorts of things
Eighth note, on lasciviousness and insolence
Ninth note, about Yozhkin games
Tenth note, about night, day and other
Eleventh Note, On Wonderful Birds and Strange Phenomena
Note 12, on search and entertainment
Note thirteen, about holidays and abductions
Note fourteen, on rest and recuperation
Fifteenth note, on curses, interrogations and nobility
Sixteenth note, about enemies and enemies
Epilogue
Glossary
SCHOOL OF FAIRY TALE
This story began with a house in the village and bulk apples that grew under the windows of my attic room. To some, it may seem like a fiction, but for me it has become a fairy tale. A fairy tale of a lifetime...
On that sunny and fine day, I sat on the windowsill and enjoyed the warm August wind, bringing with it the smell of meadow grasses. The branched apple tree this year, as never before, was rich in harvest. Juicy bulk fruits literally asked for their hands, seducing with ruddy sides, and the air was saturated with a delicate sweet aroma. Picking a ripe fruit from the nearest branch, I was about to put it to my lips when I heard a strange noise.
A quiet puff and a sharp swaying of the tree announced the appearance of guests in the yard. Smiling, I put the apple in my sundress pocket and, slipping out of the room, quickly went downstairs. Having crept up to the tree, I began to observe with interest the young thief who encroached on our garden.
— What are you doing here? I asked ingratiatingly, following his manipulations.
Startled, the possessor of criminal inclinations twitched and, waving her arms awkwardly, flew to the ground. For a moment, the world around me froze, leaving me alone with the only question - what to do with the corpse? God forbid, he will break his neck ...
And while panicked thoughts tormented the stupid head, the stranger managed to deftly dodge in the air and gracefully land. Green eyes, sparkling with some kind of witchcraft light, glided at me for a minute with a bad look, and then the girl got up and quickly ran through the garden to the far fence. I would like to return to my room and forget about the unexpected visit, but for some reason my legs themselves carried along.
Using a small gate that closes on a hook, I passed the old fence. A strange excitement flared up in my soul, and my heart was ready to burst out of my chest, as if it felt the approach of something ... magical. And it didn't take long!
Easily slipping out of the outskirts, by inertia I took a few steps and froze in amazement - I had never seen such a landscape outside the village before!
A slight blow to the back forced me to lose my balance for a moment, but instead of falling, I was suddenly pulled up. Straight to the blue sky, which at this time of the year seemed endless. A frightened cry stuck somewhere in my throat, and my eyes closed by themselves, plunging my consciousness into darkness.
Note the first, telling about the magical and the unknown
Grandfather and Grandmother took into account their mistake and baked the Cube.
“Thirteen girls on the list, as you asked, Yaginya Kosteyalovna,” a squeaky voice sounded somewhere nearby.
“I see it myself, Norushka. Thanks for the help, cheers.
Opening my eyes, for some time I looked with curiosity at the dark crowns of giant trees that blocked the sunlight and created a pleasant coolness. Thick grass under his back served as a soft blanket, causing an unconscious desire to lie more. Yes, they just didn't let me.
Girls, get up! - And an unknown force lifted up, forcing him to take a vertical position and look around in surprise.
The forest… Dark and dense, standing in this place for more than one century. Not a single gap or a hint of a path that would lead out of the clearing in which I so unexpectedly found myself. Next to me, in the same suspended state, a dozen more girls hung out, looking with hostility at a beautiful young woman standing opposite. Behind her, a flock of geese shifted absurdly from foot to foot, on the neck of one of which a mouse sat ... in a sundress and with a wheat ear in its paw.
“I see that you all recognized me, and it’s not worth introducing yourself,” the woman smiled happily. “So we met, my wards.
- Let go, Yaga. I'll fix it, hello, please, let it go! - one of the “suspended”, with a thick scythe of a rich red color, spoke up.
- That's how you learn, Lyubava Zmeevna, and I'll let you go.
- My folder will arrive and ...
“And fly away, honey,” the woman interrupted, smiling softly. “All of you are here with the consent of your relatives. And some more by request, so leave the threats. In addition, the director should appear any minute. And after its approval, in any case, you will have to unlearn the due date.
- Where to study? I asked quietly, though not expecting an answer.
However, they heard me and immediately rewarded me with an attentive look.
- Whose will you be, girl? ' the woman asked, coming closer.
“Parental,” I replied, not quite understanding the essence of the question.
- And who are our parents?
- Andrey and Veronika Foggy.
- Foggy? Something I don’t remember such ... Magicians?
- In a s-meaning? I stammered, looking at the woman in surprise.
— Norushka, whom did you bring me? - sharply turning to the mouse, asked the lady with an unusual name.
“So, judging by the imprint of the aura… it must be Vasilisa the Immortal.” - And already addressing me: - What is your name?
— Janika.
“Oh… There was a mistake,” the mouse squeaked in some confusion. - Will you return it?
- Yes. Don't forget to fix the girl's memory and…” the woman replied, narrowing her eyes.
What else the mouse was supposed to do, I never found out. The air above the clearing rippled, and then something smoothly unfolded from it, most of all reminiscent of an emergency slide in airplanes. A moment, and a large ball rolled down this ladder right onto the grass. Upon closer examination, it turned out to be an overcooked Easter cake, to which someone attached eyes and made an incision in the form of a mouth. Oh…
— Hello, girls! The voice of the bread was surprisingly pleasant and charming. “I am very glad to see you all. You gave me trouble, of course. But I'm even glad that you are so stubborn and dexterous. So, you will learn to envy everyone. From this day on, all of you are listed as students of the School of Fairy Tales, the direction of Maliciousness, specializing in Grandmother Yozhka. My sincere congratulations!
— Excuse me, Kolobok Batkovich, but we have a problem. One of the girls is not a resident of the Fairy World and is subject to return home.
- Which exactly? the loaf asked with interest and, following Yagi's pointing finger, turned to me. - It will do. I decline the request to return home. Let him study. - And already turning to me: - You can not thank.
I did not, puzzled by the question - why do I have such strange visions? Either when she was chasing a thief, she fell and hit her head, or grandmother sprinkled apples with something, but she forgot to tell me. In any case, the hallucinations turned out to be extremely delusional and… realistic.
“Thank you, Kolobok Batkovich,” Yaginya Kosteyalovna was the first to respond and bowed. - And for permission, and for parting words, and for a new hostel. By the way, when can students be accommodated?
- All the necessary papers have already been signed, so you can proceed. More questions? No? Then let me roll back - business.
With these words, Gingerbread Man deftly rolled back along the ladder and disappeared into the haze of air. We, no longer restrained by the spell, smoothly sank to the ground. Well, at least they didn’t fall - and that’s good.
“That’s all, my dears. I also congratulate you on your admission to the School of Fairy Tales. For the next six years, I am your curator, nanny, mother and best friend!
- How can I check out? Lyubava asked with hostility, scratching the tip of her nose.
- No way! You can leave school early only in one case - if you get married. And not just for anyone, but for the bearer of blue blood. And it doesn’t matter - for Ivan Tsarevich-fiftieth ... although the tsar-priest Ivan-forty-ninth is also kind of free ... or for the heir to the empire. - Yaga thought for a moment, and then continued in a cheerful voice: - In general, as soon as you find your prince with a bow and arrows, yes, you will receive an offer from him with this very arrow between ... ahem, it's too early for you to know. In general, as soon as you present a nominal wedding arrow, you can immediately leave the school. Until then, study, study and study again! So, my hedgehogs, rise - and forward to the hostel habitation!
No one was in a hurry to get up, so an unknown force pulled us to our feet again, and then carried us towards especially dense bushes. However, as we approached, they parted, revealing a perfectly acceptable path. It was along this path that we were dragged into a bright future ...
The hostel, to be honest, was impressive. I had no idea that I had such a rich imagination! A seven-story wooden building ... on chicken legs, with a thatched roof and ... alive! He also had little white wings.
- Girls, here is your house for the duration of your studies. We remember the password! So, hut-hut, turn to me in front, and to the forest ...
- Backside? prompted one of the girls, with pink hair and an impressive club.
- ... and to the forest with a rear facade! Yaga finished, looking at the ward with displeasure. - We have censorship, Yozhka. So from now on, I ask you not to express yourself.
The girl innocently patted her eyelashes and nodded. As soon as the curator turned away, an insidious smile blossomed on his pretty face, which did not bode well. Eh, Yaga shouldn't have mentioned censorship.
Obeying someone else's will, we flew into the hostel and began settling. They let me go only on the third floor, right in front of the door with a metal plate, on which there was a calligraphic inscription: "Janika Misty and Vereya Gray."
Looking around and not noticing my neighbor nearby, I pulled the handle and went inside, looking at a small corridor and three doors. The right and left were ajar and led to bedrooms with a standard set - a bed, a wardrobe, a bookshelf and a desk. Not noticing anything interesting, she walked to the end of the corridor and stuck her curious nose behind the third door.
There was ... a kitchen. The usual one, with simple utensils and a small stove in which a bright flame burned. Remembering my favorite fantasy books, I mentally prepared for a meeting with a salamander, and then the first bummer awaited me - the fire was not supported by magical lizards, logs, or, in extreme cases, gas. No, the pen shone and warmed!
- Wow! I was surprised aloud and immediately almost jumped on the spot when I heard the comment:
“Have you never seen the feathers of the firebird?” Village…
“I didn’t see it,” I didn’t deny, examining the speaker with interest. Beautiful, I must admit. Tall, black-haired and grey-eyed. Thin and pleasant features, good figure. Good! — Janika.
“I know,” the stranger smiled, filling the kettle with water. — It was written on the door.
“Ah, exactly… And you, then, Vereya?” Nice to meet you.
- Mutually. And who will you be, Janika?
- In terms of?
“Your parents seem to be human. So, you either have one of your relatives from the Fairytale World, or you yourself have a gift. So who will you be?
- Human.
“Did Norushka really confuse you with Vasilisa?” Yes, it's fun!
- And what's fun?
- That's just the point, nothing. At first it will be difficult, especially with studies. As far as I know, in many subjects magical practices are supposed. But since Kolobok Batkovich said to leave, then you can handle it.
“What are you, all mages?”
- Some are magicians, others are not, but we know how to conjure.
- And who are your parents?
“I am the daughter of the Gray Wolf and the Gray Fox.
- Gray fox? I asked in surprise.
Lisa Patrikeevna. After marriage, my mother took my father's surname.
- Clear. I'm sorry, but shouldn't you then... umm...
- Look different? - prompted the girl and smiled.
That smile makes me sick! Sharp teeth in two rows absolutely did not inspire confidence and, what can we hide, caused a healthy fear for life.
- Wow!
- That's the same, - Vereya grinned and smiled normally. “Both of my parents are from high werewolves, so there are no problems with changing the hypostasis.
In response, I just nodded, automatically accepting a mug of tea from the girl and sitting down at the table. Something dragged on my hallucinations. I wonder how strong a blow must be for a person to have such strange visions?
While thinking about abstract topics, hands and mouth acted completely independently. I came to myself, chewing on a chocolate chip cookie with drops of caramel. The last one off the plate, by the way!
Catching the mocking look of gray eyes, she was embarrassed and hid her hands under the table. And then she remembered the apple that still rested in the pocket of her sundress. Shaking off the crumbs from the painted plate, with a joyful look she put a ruddy fruit on it. And just reached for the knife to divide in half ...
- Yolki! I yelled, jumping up in place. - Are there ghosts around here?
Why such assumptions? - Vereya asked, watching the apple spinning circles on the plate.
- That's how it moves. And when any objects move without outside help, it clearly smacks of the paranormal!
- It smells from the window - we were settled with a view of the swamp and its inhabitants. And the apple is most likely enchanted. Now let's see what's on the air. Yeah, the schedule for the day after tomorrow ... Die-r-ret of happiness! the girl growled, causing a wave of goosebumps. - We haven’t really managed to get settled yet, but we already have lectures!
- This is bad? I asked timidly.
- And how! No stationery, no form, no... We don't have anything at all! Yes, we need to deal with this urgently. General fee!
Having created a small star in the air, shining with a gray light, Vereya released it into the corridor. Taking a quick look at the dishes, she snapped her fingers and went out with a satisfied look, leaving me with a hushed apple, clean mugs and in shock.
I spent some time in a chair, pinching my hand and, with some timid hope, waiting for awakening. Delicate skin has already turned red, and the glitches did not go away, making you think about the state of the psyche. True, they did not give long to think.
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