They pick up their crazy love howl, and the whole forest shudders at the wolves' singing, scaring the black ravens asleep on the tops of pine trees and their cawing, complementing the wolf’s howl, scattering through the night dead and creepy swamp. In the dead, deadly silence, shaking the entire dormant forest and reaching the outskirts of overgrown with tall grass and Snezhnitsa itself. The whole swamp is filled with that odd wolf eerie howling that rushes between the marsh pines and birch trees fallen in windbreaks. It spreads with a terrible echo, like a low fog along the high coastal weeds and rises up to the big round burning yellow fire Moon.

***

The village, frightened by the wolf's ferocious howling, boosted, almost all of it on the street Sněžnitsa. All Germans flipped out of tanks and villagers' houses. The policeman himself Whip the same frightened howl popped out. He had a terrible dream. Like wolves are tearing him up, and he flew up from the curfew chair in Kogel's office.

Here were all the old men and women of Snezhnitsa. In the middle of the night everyone was scared and confusedly looking towards the Wolf Farm. And the impending night of summer thunderstorms.

The whip stood with guards by machine gunners near the headquarters of the Germans and also, like everyone, was looking towards the swamp forest.

Everyone understood that something was happening there. Just before the storm. There in the swamps themselves. There the howling wolves howled the wolves howled

no one even from the villagers really saw. This terrible wolf howl led the whole village into a solid whimsy. Everyone knew about the legends of those places from which no one had ever returned. They knew from the ancestors of old men about swampy wooded swamps of birch trees and pines filled with windbreaks. Everyone stood listening to this crazy, terrible, terrible wolf howl, looking at the black night rain-filled cloud that was creeping into that forest.

Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled, drowning out the rumble somewhere out there, on the front line of contact between German and Soviet forces, the clatter of gunfights and battle.

While the Whip stood, like everyone was looking in the direction of the swamps and the Wolf Farm, a local village Simka Pelagina was quickly running almost at a run past the commandant's office. She, barefoot on the village road, hurried from the collective farm barn to her home. She, having picked up the only rooster who was tied to her now in the whole village, ran to the aunt Barbara and Pelageya, who was arrested by the fascists and trapped there until dawn, to feed them there with their children. Soon they should have been hanged for contact with the partisans or shot in front of the whole village by order of commander-in-chief Günther Kogel. Next to him ran Maria Kozhuba.

- Whip - she asked scared and this howl and the disappearance of his Seraphim - You did not see the Seraphim ?! He was there in the swamps with you ?!

- No, I did not see - answered, not even looking at her Whip - I did not see him at all. And he was not with us. You can ask Pryshch - he turned and opened the door to the commandant's office, and Maria ran through the village to search and

ask about her husband to the village headman of the village left by the Whip and the policemen killed in the marshes.

The whip was almost in, opening the door, and at that moment Lyubava Dronina jumped towards him. Somehow imperceptibly shed past the German machine gunners, frightened by howling.

“You need Dronin what you need - he hit hard on her - Pimples might be looking, so he went home to you.”

- I do not need this pimple - Dronina Lyubava murmured - He is sleeping, like a dead man at home. I need you Egorushka!

“You call my name only by one name — he answered her, suddenly somehow softened in relation to her — I myself don’t remember my name since the beginning of the war.” All Whip yes Whip.

- Here I am about the same Yegorushka! Except me, no one will treat you that way! - she clung to the policeman changing the pimple and hugged him, looking, he devotedly and fell in love with his eyes.

He quickly swallowed Lubawa to the commandant's office and closed the door on the lock from the inside.

***

Now they both kiss him and hug him, calling him son and brother. Now he is engaged with this animal and strange love. Right here in this bath in the full night darkness. Under the sound of pouring water from the bucket. They are poured in turns of that now ice spring water and copulate in turn.

He copulates now with one, then with another female wolf.

Who are they? But, oddly enough, but now he knows them, but does not yet know their names. And he himself is no longer he, but someone else is already. Who he himself did not really know yet. He no longer knew his name. And he did not remember anything from his past life. He seemed born again. Born here before their eyes, the eyes of these two young women. He knew only what became a wolf. We are a wolf, the same as they are.

He was now healthy and felt somehow not at all usual. Somehow very different. Not exactly like an ordinary person. He felt more than an ordinary person.

This incredible tide of unusual miraculous powers inside his body. Naked young body. This bright yellow moon and its bright light,

baths falling through a narrow window and illuminating their night ritual wolf love orgy. Orgy under the wolf howl at the whole swamp.

Their fur-covered wolf bodies merged into one unit under the roof of a log bath.

He was again in the body of a wolf. He felt everything now. And now I heard everything. Everything is at a distance. He even heard the approaching thunderstorm approaching the forest. And all the sounds of the forest that subside before her. His wild wolfish howl was picked up by those who stood around that bath. From this howling shook

swamp night forest. And he flew right up to Snezhnitsa, scaring everyone who was awake that night. Especially the Germans.

Even the commander-in-chief, Günther Kogel, jumped out of bed and ran out onto the porch from a village not far from the school of the commandant’s house, where he sat down with one of the residents of the village. He, along with the adjutant, fellentfebel, jumped out onto the porch with a parabellum in his hands and looked dumbfounded in the direction of the village where the wolfish bog was, and there was the Wolf Farm. Almost all the Germans promoted who, in what, to Snezhnitsa Street was frightened in its own way, saying something. Together with frightened no less than the villagers, they stood and looked at the place where the wolf howl came from to their ears.

In the mowing country barn, Pelagin screamed at the scared Dawn cow again. Crouched under the gateway only in the whole village surviving miraculously cock. On the way, he escaped Simka from the hands of Simki, who was running back home, and, ahead of her, climbed frightened and fell silent under the boards of a rustic household threshold. And on the horizon was going to a terrible thunderstorm. The summer night thunderstorm and lightning flashed, also loudly rumbling under the front-line cannonade somewhere in the front line.

This wolf howl frightened Dryk himself. He was so frightened by such an unexpected encounter with the forest horror of the swamp, and then there was this horrible many-voiced wolf howl.

Drik pressed against the pine and put his hands over his ears. His burning flashlight fell into a swamp swamp under his feet and went out. Complete darkness ensued, and she surrounded Dryku.

The storm on the horizon grew like a war with unprecedented force. Thunderstorm with heavy rain. This summer and dark night.

She approached quickly and threatened to capture Dryku right in the swamp. But he did not yet know this and did not see her approach. He walked on

swamp, carefully stepping on the intended path. The path known only to him. He shone a pocket flashlight in front of him and tangling his boots in the aquatic vegetation of the marsh.

He hurried to her. She told him to come to her that night. For what he did not know, but was forced to obey.

Dryki was in an unfavorable position compared to the same Acne. He, as a servant, belonged to that forest she-wolf and served her. He could not tell anyone about this at all in the village. For her then in the swamp salvation she demanded services from him. And now he has served her for almost two years.He brought her two Germans ... Read more →