1. Tunguska. Part 1
  2. Tunguska. Part 2

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considered the string, but praised the quality lived. When Sveta gave him his half-rifles (without a tip and with a tied bird feather), he fired a couple of times and brought from his stock an excellent quiver with a couple of dozen heavy arrows. They pierce the skin of a bear, he promised and pierced through a young birch tree, standing about twenty meters away. Forces to stretch the string, like this Borislav did, Sveta did not have, but they practiced for some time. Borislav gave her advice on how to save energy when archery and not to waste time and energy on aiming, but to aim and pull the bow at the same time. An hour later, running after the fallen arrows, she realized that the heavy arrows of Borislav began to fly away much further from her, though there were problems with accuracy. Then Borislav called her on the hunt, because they hated talking to the hare. For dinner you had to cook something to eat. Sveta understood that many times Borislav himself could have already shot the wood grouse whom he had promised for dinner, defiantly ignoring the other game. But he persistently interpreted to Svetlana about the next mistakes because of which she again and again did not have time to get into the grouse. Capercaillie - was an ideal target for training. With a loud noise, a large bird flew almost from under its feet, flew above its head, hung on the spot for a split second, and flew away loudly, flapping its wings. Borislav unmistakably knew where the next wood grouse would fly from, showed Sveta where he would fly and where he would hang, but she didn’t always have enough time to shoot at the bird. A couple of times she even managed to shoot an arrow, but as long as the arrow reached, there was no grouse there. Only at twilight Borislav finally achieved from her that she should feel where the grouse would be in a second, aim at the empty place and shoot the arrow in an instant, how the bird would turn out to be there. Sveta had never had such an intense workout with a bow, her hands ached wildly, her fingers twitched as she pulled the arrow, but her patience was rewarded immediately by three grouse, whom she knocked down one after another. At this, Borislav interrupted her training.

He laid out the fire, and only now Sveta understood what for all the time of her preparation for the campaign she had not even thought of learning from the hunters. She never in a life has not finished a game. And even more so I didn’t even know how to flay large animals. Therefore, it looked like Borislav does everything in his eyes, and he was delighted with the sharp ceramic knives of Sveta.

Sveta decided to cook something like soup, adding instant noodles and spices to the meat. In order to eat such a dish, I had to whip up a couple of crooked wooden spoons. Borislav was delighted with the soup with an unusual taste and unusual instruments for its use.

When Sveta asked what they eat in his world, he replied with shame that he did not know. Since childhood, he was brought up in the guild of guards among the soldiers, and there always used his hands and a knife to eat. And in the woods, he usually hunts and feeds in the form of a wolf, there is an extra knife there ...

He went to sleep in the forest, said that he had lost the smell of the fire and could not sleep here normally. And in the morning they walked along a slightly visible overgrown road, accompanied by deer. Filina Borislav sent yesterday to watch the gate.

On the way, she learned that Borislav communicated so easily with her - part of his work. He was obliged to learn the languages ​​of the indigenous people around the portal. But in order to communicate normally with the rest of the people of this world, she needed to at least speak a common language, and ideally also learn to read and write on it. A common language was known by almost all the inhabitants, except for some principally refusing to recognize other races, except their own. In addition, there were lands where wild peoples lived, many of whom have forgotten not only a common, but also their own language, and magicians conferred on whether to consider these peoples reasonable or referred to animals.Therefore, on the way most of the time they spent studying a common language. Sveta diligently repeated the words and tried to build sentences. Borislava was surprised at how quickly she remembers new words, on cramming them, the warrior spent a lot of time and effort.

A week later, Borislav, in principle, had already refused to speak Russian, having fully switched to the general in communication with her. However, it only pleased Sveta, she was pleased to note that the common dialect is given to her even easier than English or French, which she studied at her mother’s insistent request.

4 comments
  • nadywa (a guest)
    December 19, 2014 0:43

    I liked it, write a sequel ;-)

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  • December 19, 2014 14:57

    damn, I want to bite the author!
    He cut off his story on the most interesting place!
    Is it possible to torment readers like that?
    In general, I am dragged from fiction, but here is such a beautiful story.
    Urgent continuation! PPROADOLEF-EH-EE!
    you are welcome!

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  • December 19, 2014 18:08

    Do not bite much. I send another piece for review.

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  • May 29, 2015 21:15

    I haven't read anything like that in a long time ... I put the highest score

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