Raven's Blade.

was necessary to return to determining the direction, while it was still light.

il my old age, and die without seeing these hardworking little ones. The stars were no better, a f

te mushroom backpack (the basket fit perfectly in it), which flew off me during the landing, and

when I foolishly drew attention to a glare flashing in the thickets of the spruce forest. If no

days, and all my country friends were drowning in a week-long trip to distant lakes. My mother didn't let me go. She was relentless and hard as

With him, everything was just simple - three days later he left with his parents to the south. Can a trip to the warm sea be compared

an average elephant out of a fly, decided that the child was almost dead. Probably, when I turn forty years old, and my own grown-up children will run in fr

go on a hike. Companies of powders, battalions of pills, milk with honey, tea with raspberries, mustard plasters as heavy a

phemous. Having expressed all her thoughts on this matter, she proudly went to the kitchen, from where the angry

port it is subtly noted that I am already eighteen, and I have the right to

eneral, "I don't like these trips. No comfort, coziness. Not even a bath." My friends nodded their

y now and then gray clouds ran up, from which a boring fine rain fell. With hidden gloating, I imagined what it would be like to spend the n

ckpack, quickly made a couple of sandwiches, changed into a "forest uniform" and, grabbing the first knife that came to hand,

when self-respecting rain was supposed to fall, namely at night. By morning,

ushroom pickers, whose baskets almost broke from a pleasant load, I took a critical look

y edge of visibility, something flashed. In a second, overwhelmed by the instinct of a discoverer, I was already making my way through a dense spruce forest. The trees

e was covered with a soft carpet of yellow-red, like the last sunset rays, last year's needles. Walking on this flooring was soft and pleasant. But the main attraction of the cl