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Tamir got up from the dead room to his resting place. His head hurt as usual, his body was pounding with chills, and it was as if sand had been poured into his eyes. I wanted to fall on a bench, pull everything I had on top - from a blanket to ducks - and fall into oblivion. But the novice knew that he could not sleep until he warmed up. The ice walls of the casemates drew heat from the body, chilled the blood. Yes, and the coldness reigning in the room surrounded from all sides. It would be necessary to heat the hearth, sit with your back to the fire and feel how sweet warmth spreads with languor, reaches out to every bone, caresses every vein. It's all just a scam. After the death of Eilish, his fire did not warm. Neither the one that burned in the oven, nor the one that once warmed in the soul. Tamir has turned into a block of ice that will never melt again, because the longing that wraps around a dead soul in dense rings will never dissolve. Only the body remained alive, and now,
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Tamir drank the cold milk brought from the cellar and wondered how it did not curdle as soon as he touched the dishes. Such rage bubbled up in my chest... The girl looked at the sorcerer, and he felt how she was numb with fear. But he didn’t even frighten me, and he deliberately conducted a private conversation with his mother. “Hold it,” he returned the krinka to the young mistress. - Don't be afraid. Your father will rest in peace and will not return to the house. With these words, the learner took the bundle from the hands of the boy who came to the rescue and said: You are now the head of the house. Father's grave under the floorboard behind the stove. That is his concern for you. Spend money wisely. The boy nodded, but his face was filled with astonishment. “Show me off,” the sorcerer said to the mistress of the house without turning around. She hurriedly jumped up and rushed after her, throwing on her sheepskin coat. In the entryway, the prisoner turned to the pale, frig
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Having poured out on Tamir, Nurlisa went away. What drove the grandmother out into the street, she herself did not know. Either sudden melancholy, or a desire to breathe fresh air. Once in the courtyard of the Citadel, the old woman turned her nose, as if sniffing if it smelled of spring. Spring did not smell, where is it! It smelled of despair and grief that spilled like a viscous jelly and made it difficult to breathe deeply. This winter has brought many troubles, and how much more it will bring, only the Guardians know. Hrychovka hobbled towards the pillory, watched as Olst flogged the skinny lad who, with his eyes closed, writhed under the whip, spat at her feet, muttering: “Killers, everything is killers here, how the earth only wears you!” Circling around the yard, the grunt grappled with the groom, barked at the cook, wished Rusta, who had fallen in her way, to fail, and was about to return to her, when she ran into Bjerga: - Wow, bloodsucker, you again! There is no passage
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- Lesanka! - the dungeon was lit up by the bright light of a torch, and somewhere in the neighboring kutu an angry growl full of flour was heard. - Get out! The grate creaked as Veud pulled it towards him. The prisoner blinked. After sitting in the dark for a long time, the radiance of the fire cut the eyes weaned from the light. “Daren stood up for you before the head,” Vyud said, hastily tidying up the felt that had served the prisoner. - She says, they say, what to take from a girl-fool, she has already received her own, she has been fermenting for several days, it’s time to know the honor, otherwise, they say, everyone is busy with business, she alone is lying on her sides. So Ned blessed you to clean up the dead and the dead. He says you have to scrub the floors there for four weeks. Let's go, it's cold here, passion! Both hurried to the exit. The girl wandered from the casemate, in which she stank of prel from head to toe, and thought what bliss it was to stretch her stiff l
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Therefore, having finished, Lesana curled up on a cold hay and then remembered that ... she had almost no face. The next morning, her eyes would not open, she was swollen with bruises, and her nose was bruised ... The girl took several heavy breaths, gathering her strength. She raised her hand to her face. Inhale. Exhalation. All in the past. Inhale. Exhalation. A bluish glow slowly blossomed on the fingertips. Inhale. Exhalation. Eilisha did this when she treated Tamir. Pale sparks, like reflections of stars in water. Inhale. Exhalation. Weak tingling in the body. It will turn out. It should work. After all, it worked for Eilish. Inhale. Exhalation. Tomorrow she will not come out of her bed swollen and disfigured - a universal laughingstock, an occasion for gossip among students and evil joy of Donatos. Inhale. Exhalation. A pale glow seeped through the skin. Inhale. Exhalation. Lesana dropped her hand. From the incredible tension, her strength dried up, the novice fell
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The days spent between nightmares and reality slightly dulled Lesana's black longing. The girl got up and began to clean the closet. - Did you get up? - the old woman, who returned with a bucket of icy water, was surprised. - Got up... - Come, come here, wash yourself here. The student suddenly said bitterly: - You're messing around with me. Useless me. Worthless. The grandmother put her hands on her hips and asked caustically: - She invented it, al suggested who? - Itself. What kind of howl am I if I couldn’t fight back?! the girl suddenly cried out. Karga chuckled. – Howl... What kind of howl are you? You are a follower. About last year, you were only taught to jump and fall, to wave sticks, to pull the bowstring. In the autumn, they only began to mix with each other. And for the time being, you don’t know how to own your Gift at all. Howl... will say too! She sat down on the bench, wiping her sweaty forehead with the corner of her handkerchief. Lesana clenched her fists
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Lesana was carefully cleaning the soot-covered vat. Nurlisa shuffled along, shaking the junk from the chests. She took out one bundle of fabric, then another, laid them out, stroking them lovingly. It was hot, stuffy and ... blissful in the closet. During her monotonous work, the novice was carried away by her thoughts into the void. She didn’t think about anything, she just carefully rubbed the round iron sides, and enjoyed the warmth and roar of fire emanating from the furnace. “Look out,” Nurlis’s assistant would sometimes call out and show her another piece of fabric. - It seems like you didn’t catch it? The girl nodded in response. That was the whole point of their simple conversation. And the grandmother, like many old people, loved to ask empty questions and wait for an answer to them. - Avon, how firewood cracks! Come on, again this stoker from the stokers of one pine fell off me, but what, Lesanka? This question had to be answered with an invariable “yes”, otherwise Nur
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The climber has come. Severe, with frosts and snowstorms. For days on end, outside the walls of the Citadel, the wind howled, whined, whistled and beat, sweeping loose loose snowdrifts to the foot of the fortress. But Lesana still lived in the dungeons, rarely getting out to the surface. Daren, enraged by her clumsiness and inability, imposed a double duty on the novice, turning her into a second Nurlisa. Now she, too, carried firewood all day long, washed, rubbed, drowned. Here it is today... The girl slammed the casemate grate shut and threw the dirty rag into the bucket. Phew ... All hands are pissed and cracked, the skin has become like a washcloth! But today, even the dead to scrub. And just try not to wash somewhere, Daren will instantly appear, poke his nose at a poorly done job. He, apparently, had already decided for himself that the student Kleskha was not capable of anything other than scrubbing the floors. Well, let. In the end, the usual women's work. However, this was
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