A tale within a tale/Сказка в сказке/ Part II

Continued

Finally, at full tilt we're on the edge of the forest where almost bring down the unwary Eugene.

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He barely managed to jump aside and cover your face with your hands, just in case.

He was scared at first, but then began laughing and squirming with laughter, rolling on the grass.

A young rider, jumping off the horse, joined him.

Enough having laughed, they left the horse at the edge of the paste, and themselves moved forward into the clearing, strewn with flowers.

They lay down on the grass and watched as different insects busy running around with a worried look up and down their unintelligible for people.

• Eugene, do you believe in miracles, in fairy tales? - asked his girl friend.
• No, I'm an adult, I'm nine years old! proudly he answered - I even no longer believe in Santa Claus, you know that the gifts under the tree are hiding mom and dad, not this mythical grandfather. However, I have not yet spoken about it, I don't want to upset - he sighed.
• And that? Why do you ask? Do still believe in what is written in fairy tales? - in turn asked Eugene.
• Why not? - mused his girlfriend.
• You yourself can not even imagine how many miracles, it is only necessary to be able to see them. Only it's not everyone, but only those who truly believe in miracles...
• So, like you, for example? mockingly squinted Eugene.
• Yes, imagine that. And there is nothing to mock. He just try to imagine anything that you could say that it's improbable, impossible, close your eyes, turn a little imagination and...
• And then what? I will meet with the miracles? - chuckled in disbelief Eugene.
• But try something you can do? Right now, here, with me, when nobody sees and not laugh if anything!
• Well, I agree - he agreed, - just promise me no one will ever know about it. I don't want to made a fool of the guys in the school.
• No never, I bet, sworn girl - let's hold hands, close our eyes and imagine that we found ourselves in the Kingdom where you live now these same insects: beetles, spiders, lizards...
• Well, come on! - he agreed.

A few minutes nothing happened. Zhenya again started to doubt that something can happen.

But then something began to dawn, before my eyes appeared a gleam of white, and he whispered:

• Well, what the eyes can I open them?
• Of course, open it, start the tale...

Opening his eyes, the boys found themselves in a clearing, which was bizarre houses, near which bustled their inhabitants.

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• Have you noticed that ants houses of the same form, and the spiders - the other. Dragonfly itself is generally arranged something like gamachu at the top of the grass, which careless here, no wonder they wrote a fable...
• Yes it is okay, you don't notice, we greatly reduced in scale, were the same as they are, in a frightened voice uttered Eugene, - we that, and stay?
• Don't worry, ' reassured his girl - not the first time I am here, then we will be back like before, and now see and watch what is happening when you see this, coward...
• They that live by themselves, and they never happen?
• Why, there are various adventures, as we, the people.
• There, by the way, came out of his underground Palace, the Queen lizard will now take his subjects. Someone with the gifts will come, and some complaints.

Indeed, soon it lined up a whole queue of insects. Everything went peacefully and quietly, but suddenly all became agitated, began to scatter and hide in their little houses.

Only the Queen stood proudly at the door of his Palace, but there was a few Bogomolov - preservation.

As it turned out, all were afraid of the evil mole crickets that came out of the hole in which she hid from time, to time.

A lot of the trouble it has brought to local residents who were not able to control it.

And now she begin to look, where to move, who harm more to apply.

But her rushed mantis, got into a serious fight.

Seeing that the mantis defeated, Eugene suddenly my courage, jumped into the fray...

Together with the remnants of the troops he's got the nasty mole cricket back in its hole.

Tired but pleased with himself, Eugene returned to the girl...

It was getting dark and they decided it was time to return. For this they again lay down in the grass, held hands, closed his eyes, and at the same moment was where they began their journey...

• It was great! said Eugene saying goodbye - and we will be able to go there?
• Yes, of course, at any time, - replied the girl, straddled the Funnel and rode home.

The day ended with him and ended this tale, but there is still a long life in which at each step we can expect stories and miracles.

Thank you for your attention, see you next time!