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The forest, endless and wild, left our trace in us, we have become part of this nature. We love the forest as it is - strong and gloomy.

We looked up at the children, at the noisy branches of pines and fir trees. With their eyes and soul, they watched powerful trunks, climbed along them, clinging to their knotted branches -ruks, upstairs, to the very top of the wind swinging from the wind, into this beautiful blue.

The sun settled. Loneliness and peace were lowered into the meadow with a dense veil. It seemed that the earth did not dare to take a breath, and the forest froze in silent expectation. Only our hearts pounded furiously. We wanted more - we asked, we begged, we demanded fairy tales! Harsh, wild fairy tales for us, poor children.

And the forest gave us a fairy tale.

She sneaked silently, as if on soft cat paws.

Everything that was precisely petrified before, now began to move.

In the distance, the mountain overgrown with forest leaned forward. Surprise and fear seemed to hide over her ... She had eyes ... She moved ... and went straight to us! And we froze with delight and horror, we loved this miracle with all our souls!

This is a forest troll! In his only eye there was for us fear and horror, gold and wealth - everything that our childhood soul longed for.

We wanted to be afraid - but we wanted to resist this fear! So small, we dreamed of teasing the troll, catching up with him and steal his gold. But most of all we wanted to get his luminous eye. Just think about it! Such a terrible troll has such a wonderful eye!

He glowed and shimmered like a clear day in the middle of a dark night. What you had not noticed before, which you did not even think about, was reflected in it and became beautiful. The forest stream flowed with silver murmur, the pine flourished with reddish cones, even inconspicuous moss on the rock sparkled, as if a scattering of precious stones, and wanted to fall and pressed against it, like a motherly chest.

- We love you, deaf, dark forest, as you are - strong and gloomy. You are our favorite book with pictures: here the squirrel gnaws on the bump, the tit is peering out of pine branches, the bear roars in the grove. And the forest troll goes, stepping heavily and holding his head high above the tops of trees.