As a child, I was familiar with a hermit Shaman living in a dense coniferous forest. I had no home and family, and I had to wander to different places, until I came across strange house, in which lived the Shaman. He took me in and taught me a lot of things. I became his disciple, if I may say so. He loved nature, loved animals and birds. He cared for them as his children: to protected, healed, comforted. He long left the place, in which was born and lived. He said he didn't like that place and he doesn't like people. They have become hateful to their; he considered them a cruel race of beings. It seems that he long ago threw the human form. You can tell by his pointy ears like an elf and horns on his head. He says they're real, not fake, but I never checked. I just took his word for it.** *** ** *** ** One night a Shaman called me to walk with him through the woods. Strangely, it is quite rare for me anywhere with you take, especially to take a walk. But I agreed — do not miss this opportunity! My question is "Where are we going?" he said that "There is a time for everything". Again says their stupid puzzles! From this response, I scowled nose and slightly puffed out cheeks. After a bit he stood, and began to mutter something under his breath. "Conjures that whether?" - thought I to myself in my head. To my surprise the hermit took the form of a beast, similar to a slightly thin dragon or lizard. Whoa! I've certainly heard that he can do that -- take the form of animals — but I've never seen it with my own eyes. This was the first time, say, debut! Dropping belly to the ground, the beast growled affectionately, inviting me to sit on the back. I, after standing for some time in shock, still sat down, carefully, as if fearful of something. I didn't mean to hurt him.- Now hold on tight! I did not have time to carry out his orders, as the beast spread its great wings soared high above the fir trees. I'm a little cried out in surprise and almost fell. Very soon we were flying over the forest under fluffy clouds. I gently opened his eyes, gently straightened up and was stunned by what he saw: the View of the night nature is just amazing! Under us spread dark carpets of tall and fluffy fir-trees, light carpets of small glades and lawns with soft and fragrant grass of different kind, brilliant mirrors of lakes with cool water. And above us was a beautiful night the sky is a deep blue color, dotted with many big and small stars; something where I could see the tracks of cosmic clouds, and do the usual fluffy clouds.-That's beautiful!.. A view that takes your breath away! — I said enjoying the flight and looking at the beauty of the view. I gingerly opened his arms to the side and, giggled, said loud — I'm flying!- People are deprived of this sense of freedom. Yes, they can fly planes, parachute, but..-..But this is not comparable with these sensations! — I continue the words of the Shaman quietly giggle- Precisely, my disciple! — I think the dragon chuckled. - Now hold on tight!I guessed, that a Shaman intends to in free fall, because I jumped off with him and headlong flew down. I was sure he'd catch me in time because he was falling right next to me. I looked down: we fell right into the big lake! Before his surface I was wrapped in a cocoon of big wings and I felt a dip in the cool water of the lake. I shrank back into the chest of the dragon and closed his eyes, holding his breath. But then I felt unable to breathe under water. Magic again? Well, I'm not surprised. Well, is that a little bit. We gently descended to the bottom. By the way, it was sandy like the sea, which I was a little surprised. I looked at the Shaman and saw that he was already in his usual appearance. His glance directed upward and I, too, looked there. And again saw the extraordinary beauty, but of the underwater world: over our heads expanse of water swaying slightly and is illuminated by the dim light of the full moon, and the fishes seemed to be circling over our heads for sure in the dance, theirs gleaming scales. At the bottom of the seaweed slowly swaying beautifully from weak currents.-This miracle, too, people deprived of. Their the body not feeling all around, their eyes not observe such beauty! As long as you want. It's beautiful and amazing! - quietly spoke I, admiring.-Well, let's go to the beach. And then you have a cold — after some time he called me. We Shaman went ashore and spreading fire, we sat and warmed himself.- I'd like to show you the last little miracle. I trust you, I'm attached to you, so I can trust you with this secret miracle. - quietly began my the interlocutor. - I want to show you the music of my soul. Please close your eyes. I obediently closed my eyes and relaxed. The shaman gently touched my forehead with his fingers, and my hand to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under the warm clothes. Then quietly sounded lovely, calm melody. She poured exactly a trickle between the rocks, barely perceptible, barely audible. I tried to get as much as possible into its stream. I enjoyed it. I felt so peaceful and truly happy that I smiled involuntarily. The music ended and I opened my eyes- Thanks for trusting me. I will keep this miracle in my heart.. — I whispered, and hugged the Shaman, and continuing to smile like a fool or like an innocent child. And the fire quietly crackling..
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