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Treasure of the tower. V. SpeysЧитать онлайн книгу.

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think that the scientists who conducted the search there were worse than us with you or what?”

      “Well, do not be any worse, Mishka. Sasha answered evasively. “Did you find the treasure?”

      – No, Sasha, you did not find it. Mamma said that they stayed there for six months. They were digging, drilling, looking for a shorter time, and they could not find a damn thing.

      – Yes, we saw that there is a lot of garbage, whole heaps and ruins with a fresh breakage of the walls. – Sasha commented. “But after your story, God himself told me to go again.” But … “Sasha thought for a moment.

      “What’s that?” – curiosity prevailed, and Misha began to look in Sashin’s mouth with interest, waiting for an answer.

      “We just need to prepare thoroughly and so that our mothers do not suspect anything.” He looked at Misha curiously.

      – You, Sasha, wait, what will I answer? If I refuse, then you’ll still go there alone, so?! If I say this to your mother, I’ll be a traitor, right?! – Misha reasoned, – I’ll have to agree.

      – Yes, I saw on your face that you rejected the style. – Said Sasha.

      “You will condemn me, I will completely refuse, I understand!” – Misha painted an insult on his face.

      – Well, do not be angry, I’m so friendly. I will not call you any more mug, you are my best friend, comrade, and also a cousin.

      – Well, of course, where to go, we’re brothers with you, even cousins. – Answered without offense Mishka.

      The guys conferred for a long time on what to take with them, how to dress and when to make a sortie to the old castle. From the side it was evident that the two boys on the playground were amused by the fact that they were riding on a swing, climbing on sports equipment scattered here and there on the site, and running after each other in catch-ups. When it was time for dinner, Misha’s mother called them to dinner from the balcony…

      Friends agreed on the next day, when their mothers will still sleep, go to the old ruins. With this and ran into the kitchen, trying in everything to be obedient. Sasha without a reminder that to sit at the dinner table you have to wash your hands took a towel hanging from my mother’s bed and under the surprised mother’s looks went into the bathroom where Misha’s hands were washed. Friends with carefully washed hands sat down at the dinner table.

      “You would have stayed with my sister; otherwise my bored one is here.” – Lovingly looking at her son, Misha’s mother said.

      – Yes, no, Olga! “Sasha’s mother flatly declared.” Yesterday, when our skittles disappeared, I thought that I would die of grief if something happened to him.”

      “Well, as you know, Natasha.” We see so little, you know! Olga sighed sadly. Then she took the uncorked bottle of wine and filled the glasses.

      – Well, Natasha, let’s at least drink on the path. – Sisters clinked glasses of crystal, and drank to the bottom.

      Sasha looked inquiringly at his mother:

      – We, Mom that we are leaving? His gray eyes widened with sudden curiosity.

      “Yes, son, tonight by train”. I bought tickets in advance, so as not to hang around in queues. Thank you, that during the reign of Peter the Great the local breeder Demidov laid a railway there. – And this tower, sideways on its side is it, too? Sasha with wide eyes looked at his mother and tried to cheat, seizing the moment when my mother began to talk about the historical events of Nevyansk, he asked pitifully:

      – Mom, leave me with Aunt Olya, now it’s a vacation, you do not need to do any lessons. Immediately I like at home, you yourself said, when we got here, that you’ll leave me for a whole month already?

      – No! You know my word. I almost died of fear for you, for your yesterday’s trick.

      The categorical tone of Natasha’s aunt, finally persuaded Misha that Aunt Natasha would take Sasha away and that he would be left without a friend for the rest of the holidays, cast down in despair. In the evening, Sasha and Aunt Natasha left on a passenger train in the direction of Yekaterinburg…

      Misha did not like these departures of my mother’s sister, on those rare days when she came, and then after the departure of Aunt Natasha, her mother went for a long time, sullen and evil. Often, Misha got slapped for any little things that, as it seemed to his mother, prank and disobedience. And now, especially when Misha suddenly lost his crony friend, it’s twice as bad for her to stay with her mother, who is not in a mood. And he decided to go himself on the planned route, without worrying about maternal experiences and fears.

      In the morning my mother woke Misha:

      – I am urgently recalled from leave to work, I will come late. Eating in the fridge, warm it up on the stove. Look here, that there was an order, you almost adult already get used to independence. – She got dressed, and, taking the business folder, with some papers, left the apartment.

      From the unexpected luck that he is now left to himself and can go where he wants. As soon as the mother closed the door, Misha jumped out of bed and began to gather for sally. Having packed everything into the school backpack, which he considered necessary, and, having dressed in a tracksuit, with a backpack behind him, he slammed the door of the apartment. And then he remembered that he had forgotten his mobile phone. He hurriedly opened the door with the key, returned, at that moment his Smartphone rang.

      – Yes mom. – The mother’s anxious voice asked what he ate, which Misha answered: – I’ve eaten, Mom, now I’ll take the book and read it according to the set program. – He lied. At the second end of the “wire”, already calmer, the mother replied, “Okay, son, I’ll call you back.

      The conversation on this was interrupted and with a sigh of relief, Misha, closed the apartment door with a key…

      It was scary to go to the castle. The farther he left the house along the deserted weeds, which was abundantly growing everywhere, the more insistently the images of the suddenly “revived” human skeleton chained to the basement wall in the castle arose. Mishka in every possible way chased away these eerie memories, but memory inexorably aroused fears. What was left for them to do, how could they not turn and rush home from home? However, the shame for his cowardice and cowardice will then pursue him all his life, and Mishka involuntarily cringed from the chill, which suddenly penetrated with fear for the sports jacket. No, since he decided to go he will overcome himself and these worthless fears of a nonexistent danger and, most importantly, before himself he will overcome. With encouraging thoughts, he was already more confidently stepping forward…

      Chapter – 3.

      Through the ruined bridge he moved and already stood at the castle, still not daring to take the most important step into the breach of the fortress wall and move on to the goal.

      After hesitating for a minute, he finally made up his mind and entered through a breach into the courtyard of the castle, overgrown with grass and bush. The surviving space was gaping with the blackness of the rectangular hole in the entrance to the round, half-ruined watchtower. Misha walked with a firm gait. From the outside, if you watch him at these moments, it was clear that the boy is familiar with these places, as he moved confidently and vigorously, without any circumspection, peculiar to people entering the unexplored for the first time…

      The morning sun penetrated into the round room, illuminating the steps leading down to the gaping entrance to the basement, which the guys opened the last time. Misha looked with fear in the blackness of the door, where the bones of the scattered skeleton were. Imagining this picture, which recently brought Misha into a heart-rending fear, he again hesitantly froze at the steps of the entrance to the cellar. As he did not have enough Sasha in those moments, of course, Sashka would not fail to laugh heartily from him. The imaginary picture of Sasha’s


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