СОКРОВИЩА СИЛЬФОВ – серия
МАГИЯ СИЛЬФОВ
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THE
TREASURES OF SYLPHES
One day when my parents were
not at home my friends came to me to talk about treasures of sylphs. We often
discussed that topic. But we never spoke about it in the presence of adults.
They considered both the treasures and the silves non-existing and didn’t take
us seriously. So we tried to find places where adults couldn’t interfere with
us. And our living room was exactly such
a place for my mum and dad used to come back late.
There were five of us. And each one told
his version of the legend about the treasures.
All of them were very different. So we
argued for hours, trying to find out the truth. The only thing we agreed upon
was that the treasures were real. The rest was doubtful.
We talked by turns. One after another. Tim
stated that silves lived in the North of Canada. Nick believed that it could be
the North of Siberia as well. David tried to persuade us that they dwelt on one
of the faraway islands in the ocean. While Max was convinced that silves had
settled in uninhabited woods surrounded by rocky mountains. And I was sure that
they lived in the jungle.
“People are not allowed even to cross the
boundaries of their magic country,” Nick said.
“There are all sorts of natural protection
like cliffs, fogs and narrow paths known only to their guides,” Tim added in a
mysterious voice.
Then it was David’s turn to continue. May
be he had nothing to say, so he sort of disapproved the last version, “I don’t
mind the term a magic country but I do mind the impossibility to cross its
boundaries”.
Of course, it was significant. We sort of
wished to penetrate their lands. So we had to investigate that point and
discuss the subject further.
“People
say their guards are smart and brave warriors. They protect secret entrances on
the four sides of the land,” Tim explained.
“You’d
better confess that you are afraid to risk and see it yourself,” Max began.
“Mummy’s boy.”
“I hate when somebody calls me mummy’s boy,”
Tim said. “Couldn’t you be more friendly? I am talking about serious matters…
The North, the South, the East and the West. Imagine, all four sides have their
own guards. And they hunt those who try to penetrate their sacred settlements.”
“You
mean there are some?” we inquired.
“I
guess so. Otherwise why should they keep so many guards?”
“It’s ridiculous to suggest that these
harmless creatures keep the whole army of guards.” I started but was
interrupted by David.
“It’s ridiculous to talk about those
fantastic guys if we even don’t guess where to start our search. And there is
nobody in the whole world who can clear up the matter about the location of
that magic country.”
We didn’t speak for a while. Suddenly I
thought that my friends were hungry. So I went to the kitchen, fried the whole
bowl of thick pancakes, made ham and cheese sandwiches, boiled tea, filled the
jug with milk, took some tasty buns and brought the trace with food to the
living room. That cheered us up sufficiently.
We were sitting round the coffee table
enjoying our meals and discussing exotic views of the silves’ country.
“Let’s make a list of all the things we’ll
need,” Max offered unexpectedly.
And the first thing we thought about was a
map of the world. There was one at home but I didn’t want to use it for the
parents not to suspect anything.
So we decided to draw a handmade map with
the probable dwelling places of silves.
“We
must be ready to check all five versions,” Dave said.
“It’s
necessary to find the mysterious land,” Nick added.
“You
can’t imagine how much I wish to get to desirable treasures,” Tim exclaimed,
chewing a sandwich and stretching his hand to take one more.
“It
looks like sandwiches are more desirable for you,” Max joked.
“I
love to eat, but of course I love precious things like pearls more,” confessed
Tim.
“You are so stubborn about unexisting pearls,”
stated Max. “Everybody knows the treasures in the trunk are golden coins and
luxurious jewelry.”
“I have nothing against golden coins or
jewelry but why do you always imagine them in a trunk?” I asked.
“A
sack with golden coins is a good idea, but only a blockhead can keep treasures
in a sack,” explained Max.
“And
your imaginary trunk is an old-fashioned thing,” I ascertained with a clever face. “Smart
creatures like silves don’t have the pirots’ habbits to use trunks for
treasures.”
“You
don’t mean that they keep gold in a safe?” asked Max with irony.
“We
don’t know much about silves. They are unpredictable for us,” Nick said
reconcilably and smiled. “They can keep the coins even in a pot.”
“How
about dollars under a mattress?” inquired David laughing.
We often argued about what it was so the
variety of treasures in our minds increased every day as well as the probable
places where silves kept them. The dispute continued until I tried to attract
attention of my friends to a very important question which we somehow always
ignored.
“Guys!” I exclaimed. Everybody looked at me.
“Do you think silves would enjoy sharing their treasures with us?”
We sat in silence for a while.
“We
didn’t reflect too much about it,” Max and Tim said simultaneously.
“That’s true,” the other boys agreed.
“I
feel we’ll be able to deal with that point one way or the other when we get
there,” Tim said with confidence.
“It’s better to discuss this item before
we get there,” Max offered.
“Then let’s talk now,” Tim supported his
cousin. I forgot to tell Tim was Max’s cousin and mine.
“Not today,“ I objected, looking at my watch. “Finish the meal and hurry up! The parents are
coming.”
We had a reason to avoid the presence of
grown-ups for their probable attempts to prevent our venture.
Grown-ups are weird people. The only thing
they want are good marks. They are sort of concerned with our future success.
But they don’t understand a thing. So it’s important not to share secrets with them.
Everyone
took a new sandwich and went to the entrance door.
We made up our minds to meet after school
the next day.
I
was impatient to see my friends again as soon as possible. So I went to bed early
that evening and began to imagine how to reach the mysterious tribe of silves
and find their treasures.
Soon I was wandering in the jungle
together with my friends looking for secret paths which could lead us straight
to the silves’ settlement.
Happily it wasn’t the North of Alaska or
Siberia or the North Pole itself. So it was warm and sunny and we could enjoy
the search.
We were not scared though the place was
full of exotic animals and plants. Some of the beasts tried to chase us. But it
was the daytime and we felt they were not dangerous.
We were walking in their forest that is
jungle and they sort of accompanied us out of their curiosity.
We
welcomed the ones which were inquisitive: a couple of dwarf squirrels, a raccoon
and a pair of fluffy hares. Not interrupting their regular activity (picking up
mushrooms) the dwarf jungle squirrels climbed the huge trees to store their
provision, while the raccoon stared at our company hiding behind the bushes
ready to run away at first signs of danger. And the pretty hares followed us at
a safe distance.
We didn’t understand how it happened but
soon my friends and I began to guess that we got lost.
The landscape suddenly
changed. It wasn’t jungle any more with its marvelous plants. It was a forest
with well-known trees, though it was fantastically beautiful.
Strange enough but the
friendly squirrels were there too. Only they were significantly fatter.
A rain started and all the boys run in
different directions to hide. They ran very quickly and in a minute I couldn’t
see them. So I began to look for a shelter.
The squirrels rushed ahead and I followed
them. I didn’t chase them but merely tried to get to a safe place. And animals
know such places better.
Soon I saw a huge tree with a hollow
inside. The squirrels evidently hid there I guessed. I was sorry I wasn’t a
squirrel myself, because I couldn’t climb trees so well as they. Still it was the best shelter in the forest.
To be exact it was already the edge of the forest. But it didn’t matter.
The only thing that mattered was the size
of the tree. It was enormous. Huge branches with leaves protected me. I knew
trees were not recommended as shelters in thunderstorm. But there was no
choice. I didn’t want to get wet.
I stood there for an hour or two. Then I
decided that it was time to act. So I went further. I walked and walked and
walked. The rain stopped. But I didn’t stop walking.
I was hungry, so I had to eat some
berries. Happily the friendly squirrels didn’t leave me alone. They followed me
staying at a safe distance and not approaching too close.
Soon I saw several very tiny far-away wooden
houses. They were so tiny that I could easily call them huts. Their size didn’t
exceed the size of an average bird-table. So my companions the squirrels looked
huge in comparison with the huts. Of course, it was only optical effect. But
still I felt they were not for people.
And
I wasn’t mistaken. It was silves’ village or their secret settlement.
As
we had predicted they were really very harmless creatures. Staying in the
bushes I could hear their friendly laugh and watch their activity.
At
first the squirrels watched the silves with me, but then for no evident reason
the animals disappeared. May be they didn’t want to come in sight.
I didn’t want to come in sight
either. I intended to fulfill our plan
and discover the treasures. So when I made sure the silves were busy I checked
the nearby forest in order to find the mysterious path. The landscape gradually
turned into jungle again. I admired
marvelous trees. It was wonderful to touch the huge leaves and climb exotic
trees. From time to time I had to sit high on the branches in order to choose
where to go further. But generally I stayed down that is walked down on the
grass, for I am not a squirrel to move otherwise. I am a usual boy, so I acted
like a boy in the circumstances.
I was wandering in the
unknown lands until I felt that somebody was secretly chasing me. I couldn’t
understand who it was. But I had no doubt it had nothing to do with the
squirrels. I guessed it had something to do with the treasures.
I guessed that I was approaching the
sacred lands with the hidden treasures. The golden shine in the air betrayed
the location. I rushed to the secret place and heard somebody’s breathing
behind. But I didn’t stop.
Soon I reached a small cave in a rock. The
light went from the inside. The light of the treasures. I glanced around to make sure
there was nobody near. Happily there was none. I felt the cave wasn’t big. The
shine increased when I approached its entrance.
And
then suddenly I saw the treasures: a lot of golden coins, thousands of
glistening golden coins, uncountable piles of round money. I stretched my hand
and touched it. It was real, I felt their structure and density. I took one and
felt its weight. And at the same moment I felt somebody touched my shoulder.
“Put
it back!” said somebody into my ear insistently. “NO!!!” I shouted with all my
might.
The
echo of the cave was alert. It copied our voices at once with doubled strength.
Scared by the touch and the echo of two voices I woke up.
I
was so happy it had been a dream. I was safe. It was my own bed and my own
room.
“It
was only a dream,” I assured myself again and stretched. At the same moment I
felt something in my hand. I couldn’t believe my own eyes. It was a golden
coin!
The other parts of the book(The MAZE of SILVES, The SETTLEMENT of Silves, IN THE COUNTRY of SILVES, The MAGIC of SILVES,) are available in the Book.
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