its other ghostly appearance, devoured fresh yet warm human flesh.

He felt the tearing of the human body of his victim. As in delirium of furious malice and thirst for blood, he enjoyed this wild murder.

Directly under the feet of his Mother Forest Goddess, Ferol, twitching in painful and painful convulsions, became a werewolf forever. From now on, his human body gave way to the wolf’s body, and his human soul now belonged to the ancient world. A world so ancient that its history is lost somewhere far away in the centuries and its roots, like the roots of this ancient tree, go deep into the swampy soil, among birches and pines of the swamp forest. His present brothers and sisters, standing in a circle with him and his mother Goddess, led by werewolf Voltar and his future wives Agez and Agella, holding hands, dance, dance around him lying and beating in wild convulsive convulsions on the ground at the feet of the Goddess the woods. They whisper some prayers in their only understandable language. In the language of wildlife and with their heads up in the morning sky, they howl at the moon barely noticeable in the sky. They howl at the same time near that bath where the initiation rite was conceived.

Howl with him Ferol, now kneeling in this circle in the form of a werewolf wolf. Near the ancient marsh tree, into which his Mother Goddess re-entered, having passed the wolf’s shadow again through the circle of a round dancer naked from human bodies, which soon turned into a pack of wolves, who broke the ritual circle and jumped in the morning air of the marsh forest, where one werewolf wolf. Kneeling and bloodied mouth howled at the moon.

***

The whip dragged his mistress to Lubava Dronin through the morning forest. On the other side of the swamp forest, the wolf forest of the Snezhnitsa, they, hiding from the partisans, and from the Soviet soldiers, wandered through the pine and birch forest in a white, thick, impenetrable fog that fell on the forest. Carefully trying to go and very quietly, and constantly changing direction, he was the only one who made the right decision for his salvation. Don't be a whip if you ever made a mistake.

He ran to the place where the least shot. There, where the Germans did not think to retreat, that save their lives. Behind the backs of the partisans and the Soviet troops.

Hiding behind their backs and losing themselves in a general exchange of fire and running, the Whip, dragging Dronina Lubava along, walked around the partisans and Soviet military units on the edge, hiding in high weeds and diving into the forest on the right side of the village of Snizhnya.

He grabbed the woman, so in reserve. You never know what, but a woman is needed, needed, in order to survive he has a whip in the forest. Far from here in the outback of the Belarusian forest. And Lubava, like no one, approached him in all descriptions, and not Porschu, who rested by Kogel’s hands.

The whip heard a wolf howl, on the left side of the opposite of Sněžnice, and this urged him on.

- Let's move your legs bitch! - he told her loudly - God forbid the Soviets grab me! Then I will shoot you and do not blink! Move your legs!

- I'm in a hurry! - Lyubava also answered him loudly. “Yegorushka can't live without you. Do not leave me, I can and I can!

- Come move, move and be silent Durra! - Yegor Miroshnikov shouted at Dronin - We need to get lost in the forest to the right time. In the forest we will live. Once the forest saved me, save me today.

***

It was July forty-fourth. Thundering tracked tracks, Soviet tanks and troops of the Soviet army rushed to the West. They were torn to the place where their enemy sat down. They went to liberate Europe from the fascists, and their path lay in the lair of their main enemy of Germany. But first there was Minsk, and his release was near.

Somewhere in front of them there were explosions of bombs and shells and gunfire was heard. There was Victory ahead! There in the lair of a mad beast called fascism. And behind them remained freed

Belarusian villages and villages, the river Berezina. And among them was Snezhnitsa, who managed to survive in the fire of a monstrous war.

END 1 PART

A. A. Kiselev

04.19.2015 - 05. 05. 2015

(83 sheets)