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The sailors sang a sea song:

“In the kingdom of the sea lord. Fishermen went for a meal.

The wave is like a mother's cradle. Gave the sailors peace.

Fish catch for home. Feed the family and guests.

Do not touch us formidable sea. We want to see children.

Let the network come not empty. And the storm will bypass.

You sea lord, do not want to disturb the rest ... "

The king stood silently and listened. Then, just as silently, he went to his chambers. Arriving in his cabin, he took out a diary and made a new entry:

“The unknown disease has overtaken one of our serviceman. Stupefied. Got mad. I was wild. Okay, teddy bear was near. Otherwise the king would have died and the country would have remained an orphan. ”

November 6, 1696 Tsar Peter I.

I did the usual procedure with wax and ring, the king closed the diary and looked out the window. Sunset was spending this long day and night already not far away. Peter was so exhausted that he did not notice how he fell asleep. In the unconscious state of deep sleep, he again began to show bad pictures of the previous night. In nightmarish visions, Peter again experienced the fear that he had seen in the wake and sharply jumped from the bed. He got up to his full height and hit the ceiling of the cabin. Making sure everything is calm and quiet. He exhaled and rubbed his head in the place where the injury was. Having drunk water, he took his cane and headed towards the deck to see how Bear carries the service. Out on deck, he heard the familiar and already dangerous silence for him. To dilute it, he immediately called out to Mishka with a shout:

“Bear, Bear !!! Where are you wearing? Damn old !!! "

On the deck near the bow of the ship, a silhouette was expressed. Coming closer, Peter was convinced that it was Mishka.

"Are you dead ?? Do you not hear how the king calls you something? ”

But as soon as the king touched his shoulder, the bear seemed to be off the chain and rushed at the king.

His eyes were inhuman and covered with the already familiar muddy veil.

Similarly, witchcraft. I thought the king.

Pushing a friend aside, the king took a blade out of a cane and jabbed the body of Bear.

There was a loud female laugh. They were witches. Flocks of huge crows began to fly on the vessel. The water in the sea began to rage and wind the ships like tea leaves in a saucer. That's about to scatter in pieces.

Sailors woke up in bewilderment began to fend off the crows holding on to everything that comes hand in hand. The birds pecked out and scratched their eyes after which the sailors had the same eyes as Mishka had. They seemed to run wild and began to rush at each other and at the king. Beating off all this devilry, Peter moves in the direction of the hold, where they were sharpened in the armor of the witch. But with each step it got harder and harder. Bewitched sailors became more and more. "As if the forces were enough," the king thought.

And then there is a loud rumble of thunder and a sharp piercing light of the lightning blinded everything that was around. The birds evaporated, and the eyes of the sailors who were bred by the crows again became sighted and there were no scars. Dead silence. The sailors received their sight and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The king rushed to Mishka. He was no longer breathing. And his eyes were ordinary, but already empty.

“A friend has died. I am tormented. ”The king thought

Ordering to count the corpses and throw them all overboard. Peter went to the witches' hold.

They sat in the same silence. And chained. The king ordered each of them to blindfold, put gags in their mouths, put bags on their heads and tie chains all over their bodies so that they could not even move.

"Unhristy!" - Said Peter. But there is absolutely nothing left.

Immediately there was the cry of the sailor: “Earth !!! I see the earth !!! "

Chapter 4

"CHUSHBINA"

After the king entered the harbor, they were met by ministers

Peter is showing his indestructibility and steadfastness

He stepped onto the platform and cried:

“I, Tsar Peter the Great, the sovereign of Russia, came to you at the international court at the behest of my royal decision. For a fair trial of the souls of the wicked who are accused of witchcraft. "

Here the sailors begin to take the witches out of the hold and one of the ministers has changed their faces. And he ordered his soldiers to take the three witches to the dungeon, and the fourth and whispered something to his assistant in his ear, after which he took her arm somewhere he led.

Peter rebelled:

“On what right do you dispose of my prisoners?” And where did you take this girl ??? "

The Minister said:

“It will be locked in a separate dungeon. And you, Your Majesty, will have to respect our local customs, considering that you have already entered the harbor on warships. ”

The Minister suggested that Peter rest off the road before the dinner party and discuss interesting questions during the meal.

Peter approached the eldest on the ship and ordered:

"Let none of the sailors drink a drop."

(In order not to talk about the ships and their number)

The Tsar himself went to the chambers that he was given. Having washed off all the burden and mud swimming, he began to write a new entry in the diary.

“The road was even more difficult. Many have seen the unknown and the wicked that they will not believe who to tell. From evil spirits to spiritual losses.

Pomer Bear The land he rest in peace. But he lived a man and died with honor for his sovereign. It remains for me to hope in the will of the Lord that these foreigners will not go to war with us. And the plan with the fleet still work. Ali no, then my little hand will have to make some noise here before the last breath. ”

November 7, 1696 Tsar Peter I.

Having melted the sealing wax, Peter set up his own seal with his usual movement.

Before dinner, Peter wanted to visit the little girl that the crowd in Voronezh almost tore up and ask her what she knows about the unclean power.

After long walks through all the hard-labor dungeons and places of torture, he never found her. Heading towards the minister they ran into him in the corridor.

Peter in an angry voice tries to clarify:

“Where is my prisoner? Where are they hiding? Is alive? Al already killed? "

To which the minister told him one story.

This girl was his daughter. Four years ago, at her sixteen, she began to show strange opportunities. He witnessed how she communicated with the beasts in the wild forest and they obeyed her. And after her abilities began to grow, he was afraid that his own daughter would notice anyone in the use of magic and ruin like all other witches.

He hid her on a merchant ship and sent for her own good to meet her fate, in order to save her life. But now she was brought back home. And he will have to hide her again from the eyes of the people.

Peter understood that fortune was on his side and there could be no military conflict after saving the minister’s daughter. And he agreed to keep it a secret.

He asked her to see and talk. To which the minister agreed and escorted him to the garden. She sat there, but already in palace clothes and with a clean face.

The king asked her about the forces, asked what she could? How does this manifest itself? And asked to demonstrate.

She touched his forehead and he saw footage from her childhood. I saw my parents playing in the palace. I saw Bear.

Emotions washed over the King and he abruptly stood up and left.

On the way to his quarters a servant met me and said that he was expected in the hall for a solemn dinner. Peter headed there.

During the festive dinner, everyone was having fun, eating and laughing. Peter communicated with ministers and learned new things about a foreign country. As suddenly all the lights went out in the hall and only the fireplace lit up this darkness a little. There was a dead silence. She was prompted by ringing and terrifying laughter .. A whole sabbath ran into the hall and the forces of evil began to rush at people. Everyone fought who could. Peter took out his blade from the cane and began to fight back, as something sharp was thrust into it from behind. The king fell. The young witch ran to him and lifted his head on her lap.

Peter:

“It’s not destiny to rule further. It is a shame to die on a foreign land. It is terrible to leave people when this is happening around ... "

The girl says to him:

“Rest your lord. Do not worry. Do not torture yourself. Close your eyes. "

Peter:

“I feel my last breath. What's your name even? ”

The girl answered:

"Maria!"

Peter:

“Eh Maria! The soul is pure! Forgive me! Do not save you! And myself, too ... "

The king's heart began to beat more and more slowly, his eyes roll into eternal sleep, and his mouth breathed his last breaths.

There was silence ...

Peter heard a familiar melody. What is the power opens the eyes, and there ...

Moscow. Palace. Winter of 1696 The same masquerade ball. All around are having fun, and the King is sitting on his throne and nervously looks around. Here the servant leans to his ear. Peter interrupts him. What is the date today?

The servant responds exactly the same date when this ball was already and he should have been informed about intelligence data.

The king gets up and quickly goes to the ministers. They say everything exactly what they said then. The king listens to them and is silent. And in my head spinning thoughts. Has he gone crazy? He opens his diary and there all the records are saved and a new one is added.

“Darling, Sovereign! Gratitude for the saved my soul has no limits. So let me thank you in the same way. God will give more we meet again. Take care of yourself and your state Your Maria.

November 7, 1696

END OF THE FIRST PART

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"The Tsar's Diary (Notes about evil spirits)"

Author: Andrei Hems

CHAPTER 1

"HELLO, THE BAD VEST"

Moscow. Palace. Winter of 1696 The action begins with a masquerade ball, where all the invited retinue carelessly had fun and danced. But Tsar Peter sat on his throne in thought and with his usual stern look watched the fun taking place.

A servant approached the king and said something in his ear. Then Peter got up and left the hall. Walking along the long palace corridor, Peter opens the door and enters the office, where the ministers and generals gathered and nervously discussed something. The room was not so light because the light gave only a few candlesticks and there was a heavy smell of tobacco smoke in the air. As soon as the king entered the room, everyone was silent and stopped. The king, with his usual strict facial expression and silently sits at the table, as if knowing that the news will not be good. There is silence in the office. And then a ringing and commanding voice is heard: “Report!”

One of the generals began to talk about intelligence. Which reported on the increase in military units of the Turks and the preparation of Europe for attacking our country because of the weakening of its military forces. Considering it as a destructive threat against our power.

The general was slowly reporting this news. With each word, looking at the king and waiting for his quick-tempered and familiar reaction to such news. But Peter silently listened without giving any emotion. This silence puzzled the generals and ministers even more, as if the King had already dealt with the coming defeat. And there was no hope of avoiding the collapse of the empire. After the report in the office there was silence, which was heard only the crackling of burning oil in the lamps.

The king stood up. I went to the window and said emphatically:

“By tomorrow morning, gather my crew. And at dawn we go to Voronezh ... "

The generals and ministers were at a loss for the speech and instructions of the king.

As if he had not even heard that he was reported. And then one of the ministers decides to remind and ask about the situation. But as soon as the king began to ask him, he cut him off:

“How dare you, cross the cattle with the royal word. Al, I'm not the king nor any ??? And I don’t know what to do ??? ”Everyone was silent. Peter left the office.

Earlier, dark winter morning. The crew moves on a snowy, forest road. From the window of the royal carriage there was a dim light of candles. Peter was sitting in it and wrote something in a notebook interlaced with calf skin. It was the king's diary. Paper kept in a variety of his thoughts. Peter's record:

“In my soul, there is no peace.” Weaken people and power with him. Give them all joy, debauchery and drunkenness.

They do not think about the future of my kingdom. Prisons are full of prisoners who drunk on stupid things have done rash. The country perishes and the Russian people along with it. ”

March 12, 1696 Tsar Peter I.

After the next recording, the king took off the ring from his little finger, dropping wax on the page and put his own seal. Which was made in a single copy especially for valuable documents and sovereign decrees.

After a long journey, the crew arrived in Voronezh. The city was grim, gray and dirty. Somewhere there were songs of drunken hard workers and laughter of street girls.

The crew stopped near the old hut which was near the river. Peter ordered everyone to stay on horseback while he bent down and walked into the low door of the hut. In the hut at the table under a dim lamp sat a strong, but untidy man. In the house, carpentry tools and a lot of wood chips were scattered everywhere on the floor. Peter, who had come to the hut, was leaning over and leaning slightly on his cane and in a clear, commanding voice said:

“What are you doing when the king enters your house ???” Al you have little light so that you can see me so I can burn this hut to you so that you know better that the Russian sovereign is standing before you !!!! ”

To which the man answered him:

"But what kind of king will burn his people huts ??? What kind of a king will he be then ??? ”

Silence hung in the room ... Then the king’s loud laughter rang out. And he said:

“Can you keep the damn answers ... You still haven't put your finger in your mouth ...”

After these words, he came up and gave a friendly hug to the peasant in a friendly way.

It was Mishka. Joiner. With him, the king was familiar from childhood. When he was still a prince, he loved to play in the stables and watch as Mishka's father repaired carts and carriages for the royal family, and the bear helped his father there. So they became friends since childhood, despite the division of their class differences.

After such a meeting, two old friends, Mishka, cleared a chair and table to put the guest at the table. The king sat down at the table and said:

“I'm not so easy for you to go so many miles to see your old face, to sit at the table. It is up to you! ”

Peter loudly called an assistant, and then a young lad came into the hut with some kind of oblong piece of wood. Peter picked up this item and says:

“See what thing is necessary. Tube called. The paper in it, even after three hundred miles as new ... "

Mishka says: “Aha and Magarych can be stored with lard”

Peter (with a smile): “All this is for you Magarich. Reverent you old "

He took a huge sheet of paper out of the tube and carefully laid it on the table with care. He speaks:

“Your help is needed! Teach me and my hard workers how to do it ... "

To which the Bear laughed and replies:

“But who to teach? No hard workers. Everyone drank themselves and killed each other drunker. Al you do not know all the prisons shoved. And those who are not in prison are already in a cemetery, and there is no help from them. ”

Then the smile from the king’s face seemed to evaporate. As if she was not. His usual stern look appeared. And in a quiet but trained command voice, Peter says:

“Neither do I order the king for the time being, but as a friend the old one came. Teach I do not ask for myself. The country needs ... hands I will give you! "

Mishka understood that it was really important for the king. And how not to help an old friend? He says:

"Good! Tomorrow morning, I must have 20 pairs of workers and tools. How everything will be ready somewhere in a year, come and take a job. "

Tsar: “Long year. Do not have time. Will you have hard workers. And one more pair of hands. Of mine. But no one from the local people should know that the king is staying with you. Tatters to me what pick up my growth. I will work with you. "

And left the room.

Eight months later, the city was already shrouded in gray and prolonged in the cold autumn, and on the shore stood something big all hung with rafters and woods. It was something like a big hangar. And on the water there were six more ships ready. These were the first Russian warships. The boys ran alongside them and were surprised to see such magnificent buildings. Why are there the boys and the local peasants stood and examined with caution what they thought was unknown before.

The work was in full swing. Most of the construction was attended by inmates of local prisons and local hard workers. Among them, Peter himself labored in gray and out-of-shadow rags. His plan was a success. Nobody guessed that he was among the ordinary people. Yes, and for such hard work. Peter was very responsible in his work and worked like everything, maybe even more. On his hands were already dried corns from planers and saws. And the loin is tied with a belt so as not to rip the back while carrying logs and boards on oneself. Mishka was a responsible manager and himself watched the entire process of creating warships. After all, there was no other attempt to correct the shortcomings.

During lunch, Peter sat and made a new entry in his diary.

“Everything moves with God's help, but slowly. For this and scary. Eight months have passed, and we have only six and a half ships. Hard workers are always lacking. Some people die of drunkenness, some at the hands of their own comrades because of foolish reasons. There are few convicts left in prisons, as they are hard workers. So without massacres and drunkenness does not pass. Peasants do not want to work. They women better in the corners to squeeze yes vodka vyzhrat. Shame and dirt !!! There is a desire to whip everyone away with your own hand and how to make cattle plow. But I don’t have time to reveal my royal personality to me ... ”

November 3, 1696 Tsar Peter I.

And he also took a signet, but not from his finger, but from his pocket (so that the hard workers would not notice and kill him for this shiny knickknack) set his stamp.

CHAPTER 2

"EXIT FINE"

After the thought was written in the distance, there was a loud and distinct voice. And all the hard workers leaving their instruments headed for its sound. Peter stopped one of the workers and asked:

“Where is all this? Al fire what? "

Worker: “Dak because the witch trial is underway. Their heads will be demolished now. At least some fun, and then all the backs themselves tore at the toys of the king, but for the joy of his royal. Why aren't you going? ”

Peter: "The court say ??? Well, let's see what kind of trial ... "

Going into the crowd, Peter merged with them. The rags on it were already all torn and darned in the holes. His pants were not in his height and were slightly stitched from slightly differently colored fabrics.

The crowd was hustling and bustling. Everyone wanted to see how the accusations would be made and the execution would take place. In the middle of the square stood a large wooden platform on which, judging by the clothes, three women with bags on their heads, which completely covered their faces, the executioner in his eerie mask from which only his insane eyes and a huge meat ax were visible. With dried blood residues and hair of past defendants. Well, the pompous inquisitor who read the sentence to these women.

Inquisitor:

“The sentence is being read to three of these women accused of witchcraft and the use of black magic against local residents and the Russian state. They were spotted for their rituals in the old cemetery. At the time of their detention under strange circumstances, several law enforcement officers were killed.

Namely, by self-inflammation three burned.

The verdict for the committed acts of witchcraft in the territory of the Russian state and resulting in the death of soldiers serving the king faithfully. I sentence you to death by cutting off the head !!!!! "

The crowd cried pretty and joyfully that she would finally get those spectacles for which she came. But here joyful hails are interrupted by a loud and painful male cry ... It was the executioner. Smoke was coming from his eyes and blood was running in a stream. It was as if his eyes had burned someone with a red-hot needle and they burst. Splashing thick blood all over the podium and the people standing next to her. Then a voice is heard from the crowd: “Another witch !!!! Here she is!!!! I saw her whisper something when they read the verdict !!!! ”

They throw on the platform another girl dressed in some kind of tattered, dirty face, but with big blue eyes filled with fear.

The crowd screamed at what was happening and shouted:

“Burn them all together !!! Cut off their heads !!! "

But here a loud and expressive voice is heard from the crowd:

“To set aside lynching !!!” it was Peter ...

He removed the hood from his head and slowly headed towards the platform and with each step, taking off the rags that he was wearing.

And here Tsar Peter appeared before the crowd. The whole crowd froze abruptly silent.

Tsar: “What are you, Herods, have staged here for self-justice ??? Al, we all live like savages and are ready to tear anyone to shreds, who we do not like ???

Or did you all want to shackle ???

What smells of evil here is even the beasts smell. Not a single crow is above the square, when at the time of their execution there is as dark here as they circle. Waiting for their production.

We will judge the witches in Europe. As civilized people, not as a beast. I'll take them to court myself. And who against the will of the king will go. I will chop !!!! "

The crowd did not make a sound, but stood silently and looked at its powerful and tall king, who was visible from any point of the square.

The guards began to take away the prisoners, and the king went towards the port. To meet him Teddy.

“So what's the king? All throwing his venture with the ships? "

Peter:

“Let's go on the water. On the fact that they had time to build. I have one thought ... "

CHAPTER 3

"JOURNEY"

A couple of days later, the king and his crew of sailors set off on their journey. From the diary of the king:

“Vessels assembled, guns delivered. Sailors recruited from the laborers and servicemen. With discipline they have weak, but with the king, they shake like a sheet in front of the wind. So I think we will come without incident. Bear, though a beggar, but copes with the tasks as well as any minister or warriors. Sailors execute his orders and listen. Well, with God!

November 5, 1696 Tsar Peter I.

Putting wax on the sheet again, he set his royal seal.

The first day on the road was calm and without incident. The ships functioned and cut the wave right. The king decided to rest and went down to his cabin. Deep in the night Peter awoke from dead silence. There were no voices of the sailors or the cry of the gulls. The king decided that everyone went to bed. And he decided to climb on the deck and breathe in the fresh sea air. As soon as the king climbed onto the deck his gaze swept over a thick fog that was everywhere.

The king was alarmed by this dead silence. He approached the sailor who was standing at the helm of his ship and asked:

“How can you keep this way in the fog?” You can’t see anything, even if your eyes are poked out .. ”

The sailor was silent. And he continued to turn the steering wheel.

PETER:

“You are not answering the king to the mob ??? Fell asleep at his post ???

Well answer !!!!

Peter took the sailor by the shoulder and turned him around to face him. From what he saw the king pushed the sailor and whispered: "Blasphemy !!!"

On the face of the sailor there was some sort of shroud, and he immediately attacked the king. Peter fell to the deck, and his cane jumped off by hand and rolled off somewhere in the direction of the mast.

The sailor folded his arms around the king's neck and began to choke him. The power was inhuman, and Peter could not utter not a word to call for help, and attempts to throw him off were spending their air in the chest even faster.

Here the grip of the sailor’s hands weakens and blood begins to flow from his mouth directly onto Peter’s face. The king discards him from himself, but due to the lost forces he cannot rise. glancing at the deck in search of his cane, he notices her in the hands of some kind of silhouette. It was Mishka. He was standing next to a lying sailor, and in his hand he had a sharp and sparkling blade with a handle resembling a king's cane.

“Finish this creature !!! That did not deprive the king of his last breath. ”

Rises and takes the blade out of Mishka’s hands and cuts the sailor with several blows.

Bear begins to calm him down and stops.

“Everything, sir. Everything! No one else will harm him. Dead he ... "

Peter in anger begins to convene all and wake the team:

“Well, the cattle all woke up !!! Are you the antichrists of the death of the king wanted to do ??? Yes, I'll chop you all up now and feed the fish !!! What are you thinking about the plot against the king ??? "

And passing by the sailors kicked in the chest, that he falls overboard the ship. The sailors stand motionless, and behind the cries are heard a man choking with water.

Peter shouted even more severely:

“Stand and listen when the king speaks to you !!!”

Bear took a bag of calfskin, filled with air and threw overboard in the direction of the sinking.

To which the king simply ran wild and shouted:

“What are you bastard doing ??? Tsar disobey decided ??? With rot !!! ”

Peter, enraged, headed towards Mishka. Holding the blade handle tightly in his hand. The bear stood silently and motionless, but without fear in his eyes before the image of the king. Peter approached him and said:

“Do you think that I know from a young age and your hand will not rise on you ??? Break! There were closer people who ruined with his own hand. But you damn old walk under the lucky star. In gratitude for the life of my saved I bestow upon you the royal mercy. Count quits "

The king is brought the second part of the cane which eventually turned out to be a scabbard for his blade.

“Remove this carrion from the deck. And get that poor fellow before he got numb. Be on duty on the deck in shifts of three people. And if something happen again, I'll chop you all up. Even if you have to go further along the sea ... "

After this phrase, the king descended into his cabin.

Going into the cabin, he collapsed on his bed. His hands shook and his breath interrupted. With shaking hands, he tried to pour himself wine, but everything spread to the floor and he took a few sips straight from the jug.

“What kind of evil was that? ..”

Thought sovereign.

After spending several hours in his cabin. Peter managed to fall asleep, but the dreams that he dreamed were terrible and restless.

Coming on deck the king saw that it was already day. The sun in full force

the light of its heat and the sea calmly and not excitingly poured in its rays. The team noticed the king slowed down and began to whisper among themselves.

The king ordered him to set the table and call Mishka.

Bear went to the table and silently stood beside him. Without looking up, the king took a sip of wine and said:

"I suppose you hate me for my trick ???

Do not be king to behave like this. I know.

It seemed to me that the damned fool that my mind had faded ...

Thank you, Bear! You saved my life, and I led myself like a petty tyrant ... "

Bear:

"A wise thought comes after ...

No offense to you. The sovereign has his own thoughts. You are the king! ”

Peter:

"What was with the sailor?" What do you think?

Plague? Al another what ailment? "

Bear:

“Why, there seems to be no sickness here. Before the march of all the sailors, the doctor checked with me. I think evil has tried here. ”

Peter:

"And where were these magic sorcerers at that time?"

Bear:

“In the hold closed. The watchman said no where did not go and were silent "

Peter:

“Strengthen security and increase the sentries. I feel the road will be hard. And today you are responsible for ordering at night. Report in the morning. Go! ”

Teddy bear left unconditionally.

The sovereign, having dined, got up from the table and headed towards the bow of the ship.

And for a long time he stood silently and watched the horizon, as if waiting for at least some sushi.

The sailors sang a sea song:

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