Forest King …can’t you see…

Forest King …don’t you see the King of the Forest?… Goethe and Judging by the flickering pointer, while the city was still seventy-six miles — If you’re not digging for an hour, we would have been , said the irritated father, the Darkness, pitch dark… a great joy to travel in such weather and at such a time Could stay at grandma’s, if I can’t meet English so my school tomorrow, said the son is so expressionless, how could Any shade of expression would make this simple phrase a bad sense, and to make intolerable the already difficult road For example, the father might seem that the son does not want to leave from my grandmother that he didn’t want to school that he didn’t like the strict fine… any of these assumptions would not like the father, the Son hoped that the detachment colors will relieve him from having to continue the conversation, but it seemed to the father that there is not enough respect, or too flippant — if you’d do about school of thought then another day on the train would have left! said the hostile father — Mother doesn’t like when I drive one, said son and turned back to the window of the November dusk there was a black-cherneshenko Commuter route whistled under the wheels, gleaming in the headlights of the Forest was flying towards me from the forest walls sharp distant light suddenly snatched in a brief moment of sharp details: the branch was drawn to the way his bony hand, shaggy spruce piano waved a ragged hem, a broad ribbon of fog crawled between the black trunks… the fog, whitish in the dark, long spread along the tracks, shuddering, ranging from wind — and son, watching dear staring eyes, suddenly thought that it is not so long And not fixed fog, like a comet trail, flew over car, scrolling, Varas — and there was something in it strange and disturbing, even more strange and disturbing than the whole night at all Unusual Abnormal road On a sharp turn the fog licked the car door Forest came close — and the son suddenly clearly saw and seen for a moment in the road TRANS stretching for eternity in the misty club pale contour of the face, with no features, without expression — onemy dull shimmering tiara in a Dewdrop is Not a figure, not a shadow, even the essence, not the essence, the vortex damp cold, barely indicated by fog — but this entity looked without eyes inwards, filling the soul instant and terrible feeling of not even fear, and pulling outrageous horror — Dad. — breathed son, barely managing to say the word, pausing, gripping the belt Called for help as I could — already big enough — he said at this point, but the beginning of the phrase the son either did not hear or did not remember — And your mother could understand Well, what else? “The King Of The Forest!” — whispered to the darkness “do Not be afraid, — murmured the mist — I — Forest King Forest King Your Your new friend Breathe.” — you almost hit the King of the Forest, — almost inaudibly said the son, unable to tear my gaze away from the foggy darkness of the Machine… You see — the King of the Forest… in a crown and a tail… — the of the father sounded rather surprised than annoyed — Completely empty the road is, the son, tortured by his own insecurity and impudence of the gesture, pointed — once again — pointing the finger only village louts, ‘ growled his father — no One there Just the fog and all the Forest slightly parted From tear of the clouds slipped the moon, cold and white, dispelling the grim darkness of the earth the tree Tops, already naked, a crown of fantastic shapes, resembling the pattern of the branches of the complex pattern of capillaries in the human lung dry dead grass — all made from the darkness, appearing proud of his strict and cruel beauty Showing him the son, “You could see more, — said a in his Now he sounded almost human Fun, friendly — he was, perhaps, the best, the voice of the Son slightly relaxed — not all Fall dead At my secret shores of beautiful flowers in bloom, there is still heat in the — the water in the river is soft as satin, soft, as milk…the sand is white and gold I Want to bathe? It’ll be fun!” Son unwillingly smiled slightly, but noticeably Mother did not allow him to swim, fearing that he will drown — she did not know how to swim From his father in the never had time to go with my son somewhere to the water, but if, contrary to expectation, it suddenly was able to convince the dip didn’t last more than a couple minutes “Now come on, all should be fine”… “Bathe and play,” said the Forest King, and the son heard in his voice a warm chuckle He was not the eldest son, this Forest King, and he was a fun guy, He clearly didn’t care that my son is not a comic with Spider-Man, and that he was almost not allowed to play computer games: dad thinks that a half-hour in a few days is more than enough “Then we could wander through my woods, And by the way — my mom would find comfortable clothes for you And beautiful You would chose Hate because that jacket, huh?” — Yes… — nodded the son, smiling into the dark behind the windshield Yeah, that stupid purple jacket with some ugly kitten sewn on the pocket, wear it as an intolerable disgrace the Whole class laughed, but my mom and dad and to hear wanted nothing Mother said: “Very nice jacket, warm And everything is so go,” and the father immediately started to cry, that the son is ungrateful and capricious, spoiled brat That’s when father was a boy, children and did not dare to think about such clothes — and now every bastard only nose wrinkles, it does not surprise, snickering… “You just wish you listened to, right?” said the king of the Forest gently No, he still was a little bit in the sixth Class, maybe… if only the Kings of the Forest go to school, I thought the son and giggled Such big guys I know a lot of stuff to play would be great, but who is going to mess with the minnows? “I wish to talk to you, — said the king of the Forest — you Know, in the evening, when the dawn burns, stars appear in the woods I quietly… We lit a fire, chatted about various things…” That would sit the campfire, thought the son, looking into the rainy darkness and not seeing her I Wonder if he lives in the forest many wild animals? Him proteins probably directly into the hands climb… and suddenly he has a pet wolf? Forest King had already begun, was, to say something about the wolf — but then the car shook on the pothole in the pavement Son bumped his head on the glass door, blinked and woke up Dead the dark forest rushed to the side of the car, but the pale whispering specter still glided along with him, not behind and not ahead “I’m talking to it! thought the son, terrified, Mom, was it all a lie?! He’s not the guy, nothing man! With him?!” — Daddy! — he pleaded piteously to Tell him to shut up! He tells the truth, right? — Who? the father asked, raising an eyebrow — Forest King, said the son of the lost — didn’t you hear what he says to me quietly? The father pulled out a lighter to light a cigarette, Opened the window and the cabin broke the icy wind, mixed with the sweet raw breath of autumn forest… the Forest of the King — I think you need to go to early, ‘ said my father — not imagined stuff And by the way, if I hear that you demand take movies from my collection — pour Behold the horror, and then… — But the king of the Forest… — muttered the son, almost in tears Is the wind, her father said angrily — Just the wind and the motor And there is nothing to invent, You are at that age when they stop believing in fairy tales Son sobbed resentment fear receded a little, and Forest King was immediately put in a pause: “And yet I can play with my daughters Though they would be so excited! You know, they can fly, they sing songs, dance — and such funny bone… You don’t think, they’re not like other girls ” They were not like other girls, true Cute girly face, pale, luminous moon, with a gentle sly smile flashed outside the window — and lost a Huge gnarled tree bent over the road — and among its branches the son of the moon saw several girls, blue and silver, weightless, with strekozami fluttering wings They were smiling and waving palms — this light among the black bare branches, so cheerful and kind… Dad, did you see?! — the son cried in horror and delight — You saw that, huh?! Daughters of the King of the Forest, in a tree?! Father threw away the cigarette butt and turned to face his father’s Face expressed irritation and some anxiety — but what’s wrong with you tonight? he asked rather anxiously — the Temperature you have? What daughter? The tree as a tree, an old willow, Calm down already with his forest king, enough And then I start to think you really are dreaming, “He will not believe you, — smiled the king of the Forest — Children no-one ever believes It, by and large, does not you and He loves the fact that he had the right family, an obedient wife, a son, from whom he hopes to grow the same stupid stubborn pragmatics, not seeing beyond their nose as he If you insist — he did drag And you will be ingesting poison and stabbing needles that you’re half blind and become a proper adult Like everyone,” the Son said nothing of the Cold invisible fingers of the Forest King was thrust into the slit of the ajar window, touched his cheeks, ruffled hair Cruel gentle touch “I will you,’ whispered the king of the Forest — I don’t care I know what you mean, I am happy to listen to you I’m much ladies, my poor little friend is such rubbish, like they’re promising you, “education”, “prestigious job”, all this rubbish, no! I’ll give you this: power! fear and delight! flight! the whole of the moon abyss! Are you going to change when you want, how you want — and our world will change with you!” From the power of temptation my son captured the spirit and went cold inside — I can’t, ‘ he whispered faintly, unconsciously while nodding in agreement — I want my mother, — he whispered, thinking about the cold wind in the naked branches — No more, okay? he said, dreaming of the fire over the cliff, the fresh night over the dark waters under the overturned bowl of stars… Dad didn’t hear or wasn’t listening He was watching the road, holding the wheel with one hand while the other twisted the tuning dial of the radio, looking for music for their taste, “Enough to lie to yourself! said the king of the Forest — what are you clinging to mommy’s skirt?!” “I am,” whispered the son silently “Well, — smiled the king of the Forest — Then I’ll take you!” No! wanted to say son, but then an icy hand clutched his heart, and the second throat Dad, without a voice, a wheeze, is the king of the Forest… killing me… it hurts… From the speakers behind the seats slammed music, a thick, confident voice covered all these fluttering and moaning: “…the Vladimir Central — North wind! “”Hold on one moment, tenderly, with deep sympathy, said the Forest King — pain stuck in the back of the head with the edge of the cold — Now released, and will be easy, my precious boy…” the Father increased the volume and switched the speed of the Head of the son helplessly swung To the wide-open dead eyes reflected the lights of the radio son is a wholly owned subsidiary of Forest King


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