Real book of a red-skined man. V. Chizhov

      After the storm has passed, you can explore new territory! Do not forget, you are leaving the familiar lands of Komaria. There are a lot of angry mosquitoes after the rain. Manitou always forgives the Indians, do not be afraid of thunder and lightning when you are under the roof.

      Don’t forget: there is something magical to be found on the path of thunder. True, this is something that is usually found after a thunderstorm. When the lightning and thunder are gone and the rain stops. Remember the side where the thunder came from. Calculate the approximate distance, if you don’t know how to count or divide, ask the white-skinned Giant to teach you how to divide by three. They say that the Great Manitou himself throws arrows from the wings of Pegasus and throws them into the ground. You can find them only after a thunderstorm.

      Look in the eyes

      – «Hanukkah, what happens after the rain»? – asked the Indian Mamuka from his faithful companion.

      – «Puddles! And sometimes I drink of them», – said the snoring dog.

      – «Never do that! What do you need a bowl for? And what else happens after the rain», – asked Mamuka, looking at his four-legged companion.

      – «Rainbow»! – almost immediately, without hesitation, replied Hanukkah.

      – «Yes, you are right. How many flowers did you count in it»? – asked Mamuka.

      – «Now I will count», – the dog silently looked at the wall and scratched behind his ear, – «that’s so much»!

      – «How much is this»? – asked the Indian, not having time, counting the movements of his friend.

      – «How many times I hit, so many».

      – «Okay, in this you are also right, listen to me carefully, now I will read you a secret. Perk up your ears and don’t dare sleep here»!

      – «But I remember it better», – Hanukkah looked mournfully from under his brows.

      Shaman Yungani talked a lot about one big bird. In her tail were all the colors of the rainbow. The shaman ran out of his dwelling, and a bright bird walked in front of the entrance. For a very long time, the shaman gazed at her colors. Yungani was afraid to frighten off his bright guest and did not take his eyes off her.

      – Seven! – the satisfied shaman said loudly, after the bird fluttered up.

      In response the wind blew right into Yungani’s face. A white feather gently descended from the clouds. After scratching his head, the shaman looked at the rainbow and began to laugh like crazy.