how it turned out.
– I see.
– Then she will disappear and that is it.
– We need to catch the moment, as soon as the moment succeeds, I will immediately use it.
– We all believe in you.
The effect of the drink was beginning to end, and we began to feel cold.
– Do you feel the same as me?
– You will not believe it, but yes! Same as you.
– She is brewing a new potion. If you drink it, then the action will last.
– And how will we do it?
– Let’s hope for a miracle.
The girl continued to cook and shamanize at the same time. In addition, every time the shamanic words intensified, she became older. First, it was a girl, then a girl-woman, then a young woman, and so gradually, she turned back into a poor old woman. She stood hunched over by the fire and continued to brew a potion.
The drink was ready. The old woman poured it into the same wooden cups and distributed it to the servants. They drank and assumed human form. Then the servants carried it to the others. First to souls, then to demons and trolls. Everything went smoothly. I saw how the drink remained in the pot. Fumes were coming from it. After drinking the drink, the Sabbath began. Demons, trolls and souls were having fun. The old woman and the servants stood aside, they could not take part. The fun was in full swing. In addition, I decided that this was a chance and I should take it.
We walked around the tall fir trees, the holiday remained ahead. After walking a little forward, I got as close as possible to the grandmother. The three of us were shaking from the cold. She had her back to us. I plucked up the courage and called her in a low voice. She heard me from the first call, but did not dare to look back. I realized this and waited. She exchanged a glance with one of the servants. This dead man sneaked into our Christmas trees and brought a cup of drink. We drank it one for three, forgetting that we were drinking from the hands of a dead man. The gods were watching the Sabbath and did not notice what was happening. The fire was blazing with a bright flame and we were not visible. The old woman took a few steps back and without turning to face us began a dialogue.
– Why are there three of you here?
– We do not know ourselves. A friend replied.
– Well, he is fine, and what are you doing here? With three, it will be more difficult.
– «Don’t they know we’re here?»
– I think they know; only the three of you will be more difficult to save.
– How to understand?
– It means that he died alone and dragged his tail behind him. You should not be here.
– And what should I do now?
– Rescue drowning people.
The potion began to work, and we felt a surge of strength and stopped feeling cold.
– You have been here too long; you have already spent too much time. It is time for you to get back. In addition, in order not to get into the court again, you need to close the passage to the other world. It is an unmarked grave. You need to make it personalized, install an obelisk and a fence. In addition, no more going to the cemetery at this time of year. It is better in spring or summer. This grave has taken away many lonely souls. I will try to send you back. However, this Koschei is a powerful sorcerer. No, matter how he enchanted you.
I looked around. We were in a beautiful garden. It was night all around, snow and a bonfire lit up the clearing. I had no idea where I could go or run away here. Devils and trolls were having fun; this holiday was to their liking. The souls stood aside and watched the fun. They adopted the image of ghosts; probably it was more convenient for them. The celebration was in full swing.
– Actually, we came to save you. I said firmly. Grandma could not stand it and looked around.
– Have you come to save a dead soul? My place is here. I am already dead. However, you need to run away from here; otherwise you will find yourself in my place.
– I have been thinking about it. She did not see our faces and talked to the Christmas trees. Turning away from us, she resumed her former pose.
– Do you want to take my place? In addition, where do you want to send me?
– In the bright Iriy.
– What he wanted. Who will let me in there? In addition, how long have you known about Iriy?
– My sister told me. You can get there. You can be saved. You were just stolen by dark forces.
– It is. But…
Our conversation was interrupted, and she walked away from us.
– What are the next steps?
– We are waiting for her. We do not have enough support. We need our supporter.
– Find supporters in hell. It sounds ridiculous. If this is blurted out there at the top, then we will find supporters elsewhere.
– I have been thinking about it too. My grandmother took her place by the fire and began to throw firewood into the fire.
– If she throws firewood, then the Sabbath is not over yet.
– «It doesn’t look like it.
After taking a few steps back, she said she knew the way to another dimension. However, if they think of us, we will stay here forever as servants. We agreed to take the risk.
The three of us began to crawl through the snow in the direction indicated by the grandmother. She assured us that she would catch up with us when they got rid of her and she would not be needed. Our path was as follows: first, we had to disappear from sight. Then go to a certain place, from this place go through a snow tunnel, it was the most dangerous way, then go to another dimension through an ice bridge, this is the threshold of Navi. The bridge should be laid out because winter has come and the water has frozen, this bridge was intended for guests leaving the holiday. On the other side we had to go through the same houses, there we had to go through a green tunnel and go out to an oak tree, and there the grandmother had to take us to our world of the living. After hearing the information, I became unsure of myself. Remembering what I have already been through and I will have to go through it again. The scariest thing for me was that it was all in vain. It was impossible to save my grandmother, and I was responsible for my friends.
I made my way with a heavy heart. I did not want to leave her. I could not even hug my grandmother. My friends understood the reason for my sadness and tried to comfort me.
– Don’t be sad, she promised to catch up with us, so she will catch up. It was the only consolation, and it warmed my soul in this icy world.
The gods were too busy celebrating. Mara was having fun playing
