© Inga Soborova, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0065-0111-9
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Greetings dear reader. My name is Inga Soborova. I am the author of these fairy tales «Your fears from childhood».
Each tale will immerse you in a world that is filled with magic, miracles, humor, illusions, and of course, fears, originating so long ago. As a child.
How brave are you today?
Find that little boy or girl inside of you who was sometimes so afraid of…
Enjoy your reading, dear reader.
Once upon a time there was a boy. One day he was playing a ball. Hit the ball hard and the ball burst. So, the boy went to see what was inside the ball. He cut the ball open and saw a black cube there. It says, «Whoever found me becomes the ball itself.»
Strange inscription thought the boy. Suddenly, a friend of the boy’s came up. The boy said hello and the friend kicked him over the head. Now the boy was mad and was trying to hit him back, but he couldn’t. And he rolled on the grass and couldn’t do anything. Only a ball can «roll,» thought the boy.
All day long, everyone was playing with the ball. With feet, knees, they hit the ground.
An angry aunt came out and said, «For making noise all day, playing ball, not letting me sleep, I’m going to pierce your ball now.»
And she took a knife and pierced the ball. A loud clap sounded, and there was blood on the aunt’s hands. The boy appeared on the floor. He was battered, but alive. And the aunt had cut herself with the knife.
How old man wanted to take away the children’s laughter
Once upon a time there were two brothers. Little kids. The same age. One day they were taking a walk, and they stumbled on the outskirts of the village. They saw an old house. The roof was sagging. It’s going to collapse. And from the house, they heared laughter. A long laughter. Sometimes a squeaky voice came out, sometimes a thin, squeaky note. And then, as if someone was crying. The children peeked through the window. They saw an old man sitting on an armchair in the room. His beard was long and shaggy. And there were spiders running around his beard. In his beard the old man throws flies and caterpillars. And spiders run and eat. Ticklish and fun for the old man. His laughter was so loud that it’s heard on the streets. Stand boys, scared. And couldn’t take their eyes away. The old man grabbed these spiders, squeezed them in the fist, got up and walked up to the chest. He opened the lid and threw the spiders into the chest. And the boys ran away. They were afraid but their curiosity was stronger. They came back to the house.
Peeked in the window and there was no old man. They went into the house. Wondering to look in the chest. Then they opened the lid there was a black snake. The snake hissed. And they quickly slammed the lid. When they turned around, that old man was standing there.
He blocked the door and said, «I’ll let you go if you give me your childish, sonorous and overflowing laughter. And take mine, the old man’s squeaky one. But you can only take back your laughter if a child laughs.»
He tied the boys up and tickled them with his bony fingers. They didn’t laugh. They were crying, screaming. The old man wondered how to make the boys laugh, and take their laughter away. He thought that if he was ticklish, then the boys couldn’t stand it and laughed. The boys were shouting and twitching. Seeing them not laughing he untied them and chased them out of the house with a stick. And threatened them with his fist in the trail.
And the boys never peeked through that window again.
Once upon a time there was a young girl. One dat she went for some shopping. There were a lot of people at the market, and she didn’t notice a hunched old woman next to her, and stepped on her foot. Of course, she apologized, but the old woman did not hear her, or maybe did not forgive her, and spat on the girl. And it landed below her back. The girl didn’t notice and getting home she approached the mirror, turned her back and saw that someone had spit on her. She wanted to shake it off, but something was sticking out and hurting under her clothes. After taking clothes off, she saw a grown tail. Small, like a pinky finger. She ran to the doctor. And the doctor cut off her tail. In the morning she got up, and the tail has grown again, only bigger. The doctor cut off it again. And next morning, the tail grew again, and it was like a big dog’s tail. The girl was afraid to cut it off now. And began to live with that tail.
She moved to the outskirts, away from people, so no one would see her. The tail was hidden under her clothes. Once a young guy was passing by her house. There was an angry dog in the girl’s yard. And the dog attacked him and tore his pants. The girl said sorry and invited him into the house to stitch his pants. Sitting there, she stitches them up. She sees the boy acting strangely. Sitting and stitching them up. She sees the boy acting strangely. Doesn’t turn his back on her. Suddenly the dog growled again, and scared the guy. He jumped up, turned his back, saw the girl – her tail was like a wolf’s. As a child, on a full moon, the wolves bit the boy, and his tail grew.
