Mystical Kiev and stories

– You, you, stop time? How is it possible?

– It taught me the corridor, the one you got in the past. And you will go home on time.

– Who else knows about the existence of the corridor?

– Only dedicated. But they can not use it because they do not know the cycles of time. One nun Floors monastery that was once the on Castle Hill, managed to accidentally as you learn one turn of the cycle. She once went back and changed there with his young flesh. She returned to the monastery her young flesh, surprising his young nun. But you can not cheat time. The next day she came back and stayed at home. You know that the corridor has the ability to close and who knows during limited hours, never return in due time.

– Yes, I think I read somewhere about the wonders of the Castle Mountain. That’s to be precise about as described in this historical fact as you talk, Lybed.

– Well, well, let’s be to say goodbye.

– Tell me, I’m very excited; after all, I talk to a living legend, founder of the dynasty of Kiev. Tell us, we’ll meet with you?

– I hope so. Since the motion of the planet Earth in the next few hundred million years is not going to change, our corridor remains stable all the time.

– I hope to see you soon.

– I’ll find myself. – Having said that, she slowly melted in the eyes and vanished. Passengers with a derailed tram began to move, slowly to the metro station «Red Square.» I followed the crowd of passengers…

Chapter Two

Falling asleep while lying in bed, I began to think through the slumber of their family life. A year later, I got married and I love my wife. Children, we have decided not to start. First you have to live for yourself, look around, then to make a final decision and take the education of infants. With such thoughts of a warm, cozy family nest came a dream, like a breath of spring breeze with the smell of the first spring foliage mixed with the smell of herbs. Inhaling the aroma of brown hair of my wife calling Association spring breeze brought these wonderful smells of spring, I did not notice that went to sleep. Before my eyes swam pictures dream where I saw myself as a scientist, the warrior, the boy, the son of a blacksmith…

…The Time Machine brought this boy to us from time immemorial. He was twelve years old at the most. He was dressed beautifully in rich robes. Most looked like a little flour and breakfast childhood oriental tales than beautiful European boy.

– I was born – he began his story – in the family of a blacksmith. My father, Gabriel Handy, famous for its blacksmith and heroic strength. He could lift with one hand on the back of a bull and make a mountain that near the mill, a cart laden with sacks of flour. – Boy solidly akimbo, it was evident that he was proud of his father.

– My name is Nikolka. I still had seven brothers and sister. Father is older than I am, often he took with him into the forest to fetch wood for charcoal obtaining. And we sometimes spent at work a few days. One day, like last time, we went with him on our mare harnessed to a cart to the forest for firewood. Home stay with young nurse my brothers and sister. Father last time scheduled and stripped the bark at the bottom of the trunks of several pine trees, they have dried up and waiting when we will cut them for firewood. The forest was so quiet and mysterious, only the tops of roaring wind. We drove into the clearing. There was a sagging wall frame. In the hut we found the skins on the bed and on the stove. Found harvested supplies, onions and potatoes. Here we are going to stay for a week. This was our building, where they could spend the night and in the winter without fear of severe frosts.

My father woke me up at sunrise to sunset; we cut down a pine tree. I knocked branches, their father was chopping firewood. Chop up a cart full of wood with the top. To do this, the sides of the cart were stuck flat and long branches and can be shipped in the WHO how could drag our horse. And filled to the wagon, we moved back. When the bend of the road there, was the first charred hut, my heart pounding in my chest anxiety.

– Again fire at Rakitin. – Said the father. But it was not a fire – it was a whole conflagration. Our farm burned down. Not a single hut is left intact. The ashes become homeless wandering dogs, and occasionally heard their eerie howling. Father, that is urine, drove the horse to our house. On the road I came across scattered in disarray broken dishes, tubs, the corpses of old men and women, and killed livestock. It frightened in this dead farm.

Here, finally, is our cottage. A pile of smoking firebrands but still ash on the ground of property. And the mother of the dead, and my brothers and sister. Nurse lying near the hearth with an arrow in his chest. The father went to his mother and pulled the arrow out of his chest. He carefully examined the arrow.

– Tatars! – She said in a choked voice, turned around and went to the place where it was smithy. They rummaged in ash, he took a shovel with a candle of grip. He pulled out of cinder shovel and put in its place a long branch, which pulled out of the wood to prop up the wagon. Brothers and sister, and mother we buried. Then his father by ash from surviving instrument, something which the dishes, loaded it all on a cart and we headed back to the rickety shack. There also began to live. I helped my father to process garden and tinker with it frame. And when this council, my father became a master of the bow. Arrows he did with metal tips. When winter came, the father went to nag away into the forest to hunt and bring to a deer carcass. And once he brought on poles hooked to the horse bear. From bearskin was a good and warm Zupan, and bear meat was very hearty and delicious. We lived with his father in affluence and warmth. Only a sense of constant longing for the people of mamma and sister develops and persists. One day in the spring, when we came back from the hunt, in the clearing stood a horse with a bloody man on his back. When we got closer to the horses, they saw that person sticks out from the back arrow. The father took the horse’s body and examined it. He was a young man dressed in a Russian soldier. He was wearing a leather jacket over a coat of mail. Leather pants and boots, a helmet on his head with a white beam of horsehair. All spoke of the high-born warrior. On his side hung a sword in its sheath. Father carefully to avoid causing unnecessary pain, rolled armor, ripped his shirt near the wound, and his ear to his chest began to listen.

– He is alive. – With these words, my father suffered a body in the house. Lubricate the wound bandaged bear grease and clean rag, prepared in advance, just in case, to hunt there, anything can happen.

Warrior raved three nights. He shouted among my deep sleep and often wake us. He called someone in their delusional hallucinations, he shouted and ordered. On the fourth night was quiet. I thought that he passed away, but his breathing evened out, was calm. During the day he opened his eyes, looked around and asked me in a weak voice:

– Where am I?

– You are at the smithy craftsmen Gavril, I’m his son. Nikolka my name. Our farm burned Tatars, were all killed. My father and the entire farm just stayed.

– Where’s the father?

– He’s gone to hunt, and told me to be near you.

– Where is my sword, bow, chain mail? – He moaned, trying to get up. – Give them to me, I want … – he did not finish, and fell on the skins, terrible pale eyes. I had thought that he was dead. But his shortness of breath, told me otherwise. I brought in a jug of spring water from a spring that close. I tried to drink wounded. Warrior drank greedily, then lapsed into unconsciousness. So I am lying, without regaining consciousness,

His father came to the evening. He appeared in a hut with a calf deer on his shoulders and with a crash threw the carcass on the earthen floor.

– Come on, Nikolka Kindle stove will fry the meat. And I still butchered calf. Liver that’s necessary wounded combatants, the liver is well strengthens forces. – My father has said something, but I was already in the court and returned to the hut with an armful of pine wood. A father butchered the carcass and removed a skin with a sharp knife. Nodding toward the patient asked:

– What about him? – I told him everything.

– Tomorrow I will try to talk. – Asked the father.

Tomorrow warrior opened his eyes again. His eyes clouded eye focused on the father.

– Who are you? – He asked.

– I, Gabriel, the blacksmith.

– Well, Gabriel, and I was thinking, you bear all the shaggy, overgrown, all eyes stick out. – The father paused, silent for a long time. Wounded tried to lean on his elbow, which would be better to see us, but could not, and fell to the skin, but did not lose consciousness. The father carefully examined it, and then asked: – Well, okay. Let us tell you who you are, how and why the forest to drag in a turbulent time?

– I’m the prince Onega; I traveled with a team in the city of Kiev to Svyatoslav. With me were two squad people. But the Tatars have already entered the castle, and we have seen and defeated. As you can see, I only managed to survive. With a shame I will not go back until I avenge atrocities Tatars damned. – Thanks again lapsed into unconsciousness. This was his last oblivion. Most of this has not happened to him.

Prince recovering. His wound was delayed, but he was still weak. We have become friends with him, used to go hunting. Collected wild honey, raspberries. One day, we ran into some people who were standing in the woods. They were dressed in rags, who hides. Each horse Tartar bows, homemade swords. Heard Slavic speech.

The prince could not resist and jumped into the clearing, in full view of the people. In an instant it was sent all six charged bows.

– I Onega Prince! I urge you to take revenge on the Avengers Tatars for our land destitute! – Forest people surrounded the prince. On the horse pulled them healthy as a bear, a man in a bearskin rug and boots. His bushy, black as pitch beard and long hair gave him a fierce look.

– Prince! – I turned fierce, without dismounting – You call us infidels to take revenge, because we already know and revenge. And when there is no Tatars nearby, so take rations from the rich, just such as you. But merely they do not agree, and solve them immediately without discrimination, who are infidels, and who is not.

– What did you also collect food robbery? On the gulls go, you can not avoid hard labor! I do cry of feat of arms on the battle for the land of Russ to become, and you know what? – He had shouted something to them, trying to shout a thunderous guffaw widespread, bearded men surrounding him. Suddenly the wild horse whinnied and reared. The passenger, who spoke with the Prince, could not resist and fell to the ground. The horse fell and crushed a track rider, snorting and emitting the spirit of them. The guy did not even gasped, he was dead. And then whistled on all sides of the boom. There was a heart-rending cry:

– Tatars!

Prince loudly ordered: – Everyone who hears me! – And immediately near the prince gathered the surviving bandits. A Prince, meanwhile, continued pulling out of its sheath killed a horse guy, sword – Who’s with me, that would be an amnesty for robbery. Who bows and arrows to take the defense, hide behind trees and beat the infidels. – Prince obeyed and carried out his commands. Tatar drove and won the squad. As it turned out, it was a volatile Tatar detachment of scouts, which consisted of a small group, usually six or twelve. They stumbled on forest robbers and made a stir. Except for one killed, no one was injured, another reason that the Tatars were good in the desert, in the woods, they did not know how to fight, and the forest people were in the woods at home. That result, Tara three infiltrators were shot, and the rest fled. After a successful fight gang forest people began to obey the prince, and he took command. And these formers Rogues it was an honor to serve under the command of Prince. It was decided to hunt down and attack the convoys and small reconnaissance detachments Tatars.

The father in the campaigns took me with him on our mare. He currently forge club and wielded it in battle, smashing the enemy’s sword as fragile dry branches on a pine tree. All mining dumped and dumped in a hut. What is there just was not. Carpets, beautiful golden cups, ornaments. Weapons, curved swords, bows, lances, arrows, expensive seat. Duke Squad is now like a motley clean the clothes obtained horsemen, numbering as many as a hundred people. Only Father did not wear a personal enemy. He wore a bearskin, went shaggy, unshaven and in his fierce battle was catching views on fear of the Tatars. Their horses shied sideways, snorting, took him for this bear. Father wore different clothes on me. So I had the blue silk trousers, a white coat, brocade belt, turban and shoes with curled toes. I began to resemble Tatar boy, so I did not fight took no boom nor Tatar saber. So we wandered through the forests. Prince constantly avenged violently killing ruthlessly cracking down on enemies. He once said that liberate Kiev from the Tatars, but you need to collect more and more people in the squad.

Once we started the night. The sun is still shining, though its rays were no longer bright and painted in a reddish tint. Unsaddled horses, herded into a pile. Only the father did not put our bay to the common herd. Bay has always been close to his father.

Tatars suddenly collided with the shouting and whooping, walking vigilantes started shooting. My father grabbed me, jumped on the mare and drove to the arboretum, but we noticed. Several riders rushed in pursuit. We soon ran out to a dilapidated guard tower. Father drove the horse there. He jumped inside and climbed the stairs to the top. I stayed in the saddle. Indescribable fear and disappointment came over me. How could a father to leave me? But after some time I understood. Wishing to save my life, he deliberately threw me to the Tatars took me by the prisoner, and that I was still alive. Father caught the enemy arrow, and he gave a hoarse groan, fell silent, hanging in breach of the tower. I was brought into the tent to himself an alibi. There was a ten-year-Alibey daughter. Her name was Liling. During her two grandmothers looked Galim and Fatima. They are now courted and me.

At first, I was silent. Silent for a long time and gradually all become accustomed to my silence. They began to consider me deaf. But I have heard and continued to perform their duties Liling live doll. Gradually, I became clear language and I already knew everything, and even unable to speak, but was afraid to give their origin. I was afraid that Alibei know my real origins and destroy me. We were sitting in a basket with Lily on the back of an elephant. Everywhere across the conflagration, burned farms, land devastated by the Tatars. Alibey riding on Arabian horses there and looked fondly at her daughter. Behind the elephant stretched his army. Troop Ali Bey returned to his distant Mongolia…

This boy interrupted his story. Beginners looking at the visitor from the distant past astonished eyes, not believing in the experience. But the experience with the time machine was a success and he is now talking with the little-known historian and later a politician, the first resident of Kiev Russ times of the Golden Horde. He did a lot for ancient. With it unchecked revived Kiev and Russ and strengthened, becoming within the Horde into a mighty fist. The seeds of the future power of Russia Vladimir laid Ahmed Ali, the court approached the sage and Genghis Khan. Vladimir turned to the Novices Nikolka:

– You are now in a very distant time of the day. It has long been no Alibey, nor his army, nor those whom he serves. You’re the boy in the twenty-first century. In place of the Kiev a Russ is now a great and free Ukraine, the capital of Kiev in Ukraine. You came to us from the stern harsh time. We have to send you to your age. You will live there and spend (or rather had) kind of life, which we know from the history of ancient peoples. And now I sit in this chair. Nikolka obediently sat on the specified Novichkova place, laid his head on soft pillows, comfortable in the hand rails… and soon, swaying in the basket bishop and opened his eyes.

– What’s wrong? – Pushing him Liling – You slept like a dead man, I even scared.

– I saw a wonderful dream. – Answered Nikolka.