“Camp”. Small and sad story.

Good morning/day/evening. I decided to share my short creative impulse with large masses than a closed group in “VKontaki”.
This is a short story, or rather even a sketch – fifteen minutes of the camp of the camp near the cave. Enjoy!

Night. A dense forest spread out at the foot of the mountain, and at the entrance to the cave, near the road, the bonfire crackles cheerfully. A rumble and a distant echo of conversation are heard from the black pharynx of the cave: there is someone there. Three people are sitting around the fire. A man with a dressing beard and in an old fur hoodie eaten by a mile. Next to him, a young man pulled into leather armor in the very chin. Acne has not yet left his face, and the hard throat of his armor does not allow him to lower his head, so his face is always directed a little upward. Opposite them, a woman sits, indefinite age: she looks twenty -five, and all fifty are seen in her eyes. She is dressed in a simple burgundy mantle embroidered with semiprecious stones.

– And he turned out to be from these, well, you understand. – the young man said enthusiastically.
“Ugh, what a shame … these abnormal ones divorced …” the man grumbled.
– Well, I threw him, and he will cut it: “They will rape!»And he glances at me, waiting for me to start raising. He looks so disgusting, well, I gave him a face, and he was in tears ..
– So him. – the man nodded, scratching his knee.
– Well, I cut it down, I get up, and a hefty man stands next to me. I did not put it in my pants almost from fear. As soon as I was going to give Dero, how he said with a cow-and-hearted voice: “Do not hit me, I will open the door to you, you just don’t hit me!”I almost did not go to the dance, but I realized in time, let go of the severity and answer him:“ Well, open it, if I suggested.”
– Well done! You are famously. – the man praised, looking at the road looping between the trees.
– Well, I go into the house, and there ..
– Quiet! – the woman said sonorously, raising her finger.
– Well, yes, it was at night. – the guy answered incomprehensibly.
– Get in. Someone is going. – the man shook, rising from the ground.
On the road there was a rustle of steps and a quiet rustling of the wheels. Three hid. The guy inaudibly stepped into the shadow of the cave, and the man went closer to the road. The old man was walking along her, he was already far over sixty. He dragged behind a small cart with clay pots and the fields of his hat swayed to the beat of their steps. His hair, barely knocking out of the body of a wide straw hat, gently silvered in the meager rays of the moon, barely breaking through the foliage. The old man quietly sang a song:
“I’m walking through the forest alone,
I am not afraid of A’Tuinn.
I’m walking around the field alone,
I am not afraid of Bedouin.

How to get home I,
The whole family will be https://velobet-casino.uk/ glad.
How to reach the tavern,
Meet everything, here I am!

I’ll go for a walk in the morning,
The main breakfast does not oversleep.
I’ll come home to dinner,
And there is a wife and a feast with a mountain.

And tomorrow again,
Everything will happen again.
Somehow.”

– Hey traveler! You can’t make us a company? – called out the old man’s man.
– A? No, kind person, I have to go home. It was not long to go. – answered the old man, raising his head.
– Wait with us in the morning, warm up by the fire, and then again. The road will not run away.
– Thank you, I’ll go better. It’s calm to me when the sand rustles under my feet, and the road, you look, will really run away. – the old man smiled back, not slowing down.
– OK. Good road and take care of yourself. – the man answered widely with his hand, but remained standing still.

Then an arrow flew out of the bushes into the old man and pierced his hand. He did not have time to scream, his legs buckled and he fell. From there, a woman in a mantle came out of the bushes, went to a paralyzed traveler and took out an arrow.
– Let’s pull it to the fire and there is a seal. – the man suggested, approaching the cart.
– Malaya, take a cart and roll back to the fire, but more accurately, and you drag the old man. – ordered the woman ..
– And we will kill him or let him go later? – asked the young man, rolling the cart to the fire.
“We’ll see …” the man breathed out the old man to the ground. In the eyes of the traveler read incredible sadness and disappointment.
The woman began to rummage the traveler pockets. She managed to find a wallet with money and a beautiful medallion. In the pots that stood on a cart, seeds and dried herbs were discovered.
– It looks like that. Thank you, old man. – a man patted his shoulder traveler and cut his throat with a quick movement. Pain and fear flashed in the dying eyes. Tears rolled down the old man’s cheeks and he died.

The story was written by a single impulse with a minimum of amendments. This is not the first job and far from the last. The spoiler did not use the text intentionally because then the whole post will wake up in a couple of lines of nonsense and several gray dies, which is not very solid in my opinion.
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