a wearily sat down on the bench and

d at a crow walking along the floor, “sniffed all the bubbles in your closet, lo

t kind of fool would rob his witc

foot to hand, following the witch. -Pest! No matter how

der and tried to peck. - Have you already told

amed. And without

vik stopped dancing at his feet. He jumped up, rumbled a ful

nose will itch. Now I'll bring the powde

n’t let my mistr

e raven flapped its wings and

the hut, so did mine, -

et rid of it soon? Did you find him a

confirmation of his words, the brownie rolled up the sleeves on a white caftan and, without thinking tw

on the table in an uncomfortable position, stretching out its left leg. “Pascal has been protecting me from the cradle. You,” folding her hands on her chest, the witch glanced at the house elf, “should be less tongue-tied, if where the familiar looked, that’s his business. - T

imbing onto a tall antique wardrobe,

k and a pencil, the witch closed he

e clicks of the mouse and keyboard, could not stand

red over the buttons, took a pencil,

a waved, inviting. - S

inful glance towards the room where the littl

istress conc

she turned the

ad the familiar. The witch clicked on another tab: - "Poisonous waste is dum

e surface of the Solnyshko River!” And here, - she jabbed her finger at the monitor, - and here, and here there are cries for help from the inhabitants, but nothing. In one voice, all authoriz

another photo, growled angrily, looking at the multi-colored rain streams along the s

e stepped on th

s fell as sharply as they shot up. - Get ready! - Full of determination, Mila slammed her laptop, ran out of the k

g the platform involuntarily kept their eyes on the miniature

d Pascal. “I don’t like it whe

ook on a more modest appearance,” the witc

ing for beauty. But about t

n, eyes full of indignation me

my face for two weeks and choose midge

owned out the noise o

Pascal invited Mila to

than an hour, tell us how y

herbs, and on the trading square there

en in red felt-tip pen, compassionate eyes, hungry children in shabby c

d. “And my love for people is exaggerated,” she bowed to the man’s shoulde

ile shoulders. The passengers of t

ghest . - Mila gently pushed her elbow into the man's side. But, without thinking twice, I decided to try my luck myself. Around the house of your gran

est story of disa

I do not regret the time spent. So wha

a certain Mr. Chertogorsky. Incredibly rich, influential and

uch people indulge

. Mila pursed her lips in

ore what was lost by nature and people. She will definitely take care of that! A graceful brush covered a leather backpack that kept many secrets: powders and potion

leisurely walk. Wherever they appeared, they inevitably came under curious glances. The April evening

reetings left and right: in a tiny town it was customary to say hello when meeting a stranger. Hidi

d tall currant bushes. The pungent odor tickled his nostrils. - Hm. She turned off the beaten path, lost in the dense thickets. - Convenient, don't you think? The raven croaked in confirmation. O

an has taken her…”

lm from the surface of the water with her fingers, rubbed it, sniffing. She stamped angrily, imagining how she would avenge every centimeter of the ruined land. I got carried away and came

hes? - Sitting on the ground, th

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