Из-за своей любви к сыру Вовка не только получил прозвище Сырный мальчик, но и попал в сказочную страну, где кот Сырник, мышка Сыроежка и бабушка Сыроварушка готовили сыр для разных сказок. Сырный мальчик выручил из беды своих новых друзей – помог им найти злодея, разорявшего сказочную страну. А в это время его близкие, обеспокоенные отсутствием Вовки, сами того не зная, тоже отведали Волшебный сыр. И, конечно, все их желания исполнились!
Книга на английском русском языке. Отлично подходит для изучения русского фольклора, пословиц, поговорок и сказок.
Once upon a time there was a Cheese Boy. Actually, his name was Vovka. He was quite an ordinary boy and not made of cheese at all. He just loved it very much. Well, tastes differ, you know. So do people. There are potato, bread, egg and milk folks, as well as meat and fish ones. Needless to say, the majority belongs to chocolate, cake or ice-cream people. But Vovka was a cheese person and his friend Ljoshka – a potato one. To tell the truth, at first Ljoshka didn’t like potatoes at all, but that is another story and we won’t tell it now.
As for Vovka, he liked cheese since he could remember himself. When Vovka became old enough to help his Mama and go out all by himself, he would do the shopping on the ground floor of their apartment building (because they had a grocery store there) almost every day. Usually he bought everything that his Mama had told him to buy – and some cheese. He knew all sorts of cheese. Not all the sorts in the world, of course, only the ones that were sold in shops. He never mixed them up. One glance was enough for him to tell whether it was Poshehonskij or Radonezhskij, Altaiskij or Lamber, Yaroslavskij or Edam, Kostromskoj or Gollandskij, Gornij or Rossijskij, Swiss cheese, brynza, Camamber or any other.
Naturally, shop assistants nicknamed Vovka the Cheese Boy. ”There he is again,” they would say. “He must have a large family to buy cheese every day!” They didn’t know that Vovka’s family was small, only his Mama and he himself. Well, of course, he had Grandpa and Grandma, and also Uncle and Aunt, but they lived so far and visited them not very often. Vovka lived with his mother and had cheese all for himself. Now, don’t think he was that greedy. The reason was simple – Mama didn’t like cheese and almost never had it. Sometimes (very seldom, though) she could try a little, but Vovka always had the most of it. He was able to eat more than half a kilo at once. But not only that – he could also make different tasty things of it: cheese-sprinkled potatoes, spaghetti, meat, fish or eggs – anything that could be cooked in a hot frying-pan. Then there were sandwiches – hot or cold, cheese salads, cheese sticks, cheese balls, cheese dumplings and cheese rolls, fried cheese in bread crumbs, cheese pan-cakes and tomatoes stuffed with cheese (sweet pepper, lettuce and eggs as well). Vovka even baked a cheese cake several times. No wonder he was called the Cheese Boy at home as well. Mama would always say, “How can you eat so much cheese? Aren’t you sick of it?” But Vovka was never sick of cheese. So, Mama only sighed, “All right, you may have it. Cheese is good for your health. It would be better, of course, if you also had milk, kefir, cottage cheese and sour cream. But if you don’t like them, eat more cheese. And don’t have only cheese – add some apples, carrots and walnuts, and make a salad out of it.”
Mama would always worry that Vovka didn’t eat properly. She was a pediatrician and didn’t like it when children ate little healthy food. Or (which was even worse) when they had unhealthy things, too sweet or salty. Mama – doctor would always criticize other Moms, when they gave their children too many sweets. Vovka’s Mama was strict and serious at her work, but at home she laughed a lot, and Vovka was glad that his Mama was so cheerful. It wasn’t like that all the time, though. Other children’s mothers scolded and sometimes punished them, but Vovka’s Mama wouldn’t say a word when she was angry, and then Vovka wished she would scold and punish him. Sometimes Mama didn’t laugh, only sighed, and that was when she felt very tired. She was responsible for a lot of children, and when they got sick, she had to come to everyone and prescribe the treatment. On those days she would come home, have a seat and wouldn’t say a word for a while. She would only say that her legs couldn’t walk anymore. When Vovka was little, he wondered what had happened to Mama’s legs. But later he began to understand that grown-ups talked that way when they were very tired. He had learned that when Mama’s legs couldn’t walk, they had to be put in a tub filled with water. Then Mama would get some rest and become cheerful again, and also surprised with how much cheese Vovka had eaten. And she would surely worry whether his stomach was all right. All doctors believe that there is always a chance to get a pain of some kind, especially when you have eaten too much of something tasty.
One day Vovka went to the store to buy some cheese, biscuits and sooshkas (bread-like doughnuts, only dry and hard) for his Grandpa and Grandma, because they had promised to call in. Grandpa and Grandma liked having tea. They would stay in the kitchen together with Mama for the whole evening and have tea until they were tired. Grandma liked dipping biscuits in her tea and Grandpa enjoyed crunchy sooshkas. All his false teeth were of metal, so it was easy for him to eat hard stuff.
So, Vovka went to the store. He thought of buying something for Uncle and Aunt, but then decided against it. You could never tell for sure, whether they were going to come. Uncle and Aunt had promised to call in so often, but then they had never had. Nevertheless, they could come without telling about it, and no one really objected. Uncle and Aunt had their own business and not much time, and everybody understood that. When they did come, they would always bring lots of tasty things, especially when no one expected them.
That was the reason why Vovka didn’t buy anything for his Uncle and Aunt. He decided to buy a chocolate bar for Mama instead. He thought that Uncle and Aunt might not come, but Mama would for sure – and she liked chocolate. It made her cheerful, and she often had it. Even when there was no chocolate left, Mama would smell the paper it was wrapped into and smile.
Vovka thought that over and bought biscuits, sooshkas and a chocolate bar. He did that rather fast. Buying cheese was a harder task, though. Vovka spent a lot of time standing in front of a shop window. The sorts of cheese were so many and it was so hard to pick up only one. There were white cheeses, yellow cheeses, with or without holes in them, soft cheeses, hard cheeses, smoked and salty ones and also curd cakes. Even the shape was different – round, rectangular or sliced. There were cheeses for a picnic, cheeses for tea and for a snack. And oh, how they smelled! Vovka even closed his eyes and shook his head.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw an old lady, but such a strange one that he even forgot which cheese he had chosen. The old lady was wearing an old-fashioned dress, the one that could be seen only in old movies or in a museum. Her hat was old-fashioned, too. Sometimes Vovka saw ladies that wore hats, decorated with flowers or bows. But on the old lady’s hat there were tiny cows and calves, sheep and lambs, and goats – all with little bells hanging on their necks! Vovka’s mouth went wide open.
The old lady paid no attention to him and started to read the labels, following them with her hand in a glove – that way it was easier for her to read, Vovka guessed. He looked at her strong glasses and felt sorry for the old lady – the letters were so small and she was straining to read them.
”Can I help you, madam?” asked Vovka.
The moment he said that, the old lady suddenly vanished, as if he had never seen her before. Vovka was completely amazed! But also another wonderful thing happened – a new sort of cheese appeared in the shop window. Vovka had never seen this one before. On a bright yellow wrapper it was written with red letters: “Magic Cheese, weight 200 gr.” There was also a smiling little mouse on the wrapper. It even seemed to Vovka that the mouse winked at him. Well, of course, it could not be real – had anybody ever seen winking mice? Suddenly Vovka wished to try this magic cheese so strongly that he took it and went straight to the cash-desk. But, strangely enough, a cashier didn’t take any money for it.
At home Vovka washed his hands first – after all, he was a big boy to know about bacteria. Then he went to the kitchen, turned the kettle on and put cups and saucers on the table: for Mama, Grandpa, Grandma, and for himself. He put biscuits and sooshkas into a biscuit dish and got a sugar-pot. As for the cheese, Vovka sliced it thinly and laid on a plate. He couldn’t help having a tiny slice of it. “What an unusual smell!” he thought in amazement. “It doesn’t smell like cheese at all – it smells of summer, flowers, apples, water-melons, a little bit of a damp forest where mushrooms grow, loud splashes of water on the river, fresh milk that you drink before going to bed. And at the same time it smells of Christmas, of a Christmas tree, decorated with tangerines and brightly-wrapped candies, of a goose roasted in an oven, merry Christmas carols singers, frosty air that pinches your cheeks when you slide down the hill. Wow! How can they make cheeses like that? I’ve never had anything like that in my whole life! I wish I could take a glance at how they make it,” thought Vovka.
Immediately the usual kitchen surroundings vanished somewhere, and Vovka found himself in a huge green meadow. The boy was absolutely confused. Only a minute ago he was making tea at home and then – imagine that! – he was in a meadow! And oh, what a meadow it was! The grass was thick, bright and rich, and it was coloured with flowers – blue, yellow, pink, purple, white and red, large and small ones. They made the meadow look like a fine carpet. There also was a path across this flowery carpet, but not a single person anywhere. Vovka couldn’t even ask anyone what kind of a place he got at. And, which was more important, how did he get there? Surely, it was some kind of magic. Vovka thought that perhaps he was only dreaming and pinched his hand. It became white, then red – no, a bruise wasn’t a dream at all. The boy looked around again and walked along the path decidedly.
Vovka had never seen such amazing paths before. It was very much alive and joyful. It seemed to Vovka that the path was playing with him, slightly pushing the boy ahead. But of course, that couldn’t be true, just because it couldn’t be true at all. Still Vovka thought that only such paths were able to ‘lead’ you. This one was really doing that! Vovka had no idea what kind of a place it was, but he enjoyed it. On both sides of the path there were trees. They grew thicker and thicker until they turned into a real forest, and into a rather strange forest, one should say. Tiny yellow, orange, pink, red, green and blue birds were sitting on the branches of the trees. There was even one purple bird. All of them were singing about something kind and good, and these songs filled Vovka with joy and strength. The warm wind caressed the boy’s face, and brought fruit and (for some reason) honey fragrances. In the thick grass bright flowers were blooming and butterflies of many colours were flying over them. Beautiful green trees grew in the forest and almost all of them were in full blossom. Those that were not had ripe juicy fruit on their branches – cherries, plums, apples, pears, oranges, apricots, figs and many others. Well, even a small child knows that all these fruit trees can’t grow at one place and bear fruit at the same time. This isn’t possible and such cases are unknown to science. But Vovka saw that with his own eyes and even could touch the trees. Every time he would exclaim, “That cannot be!”, wondering at this miracle, an orange or some other fruit dropped into Vovka’s palm. Yes, this forest was truly magic. Its trees seemed to understand human language and gladly treated the boy to their fruits. Vovka wasn’t hungry yet, and he also remembered well that in magic gardens not all the fruits were harmless. If you tried them, you could have donkey’s ears or deer’s antlers afterwards. Or, which was even worth, you could stop breathing. Vovka had no wish to try these fruit, but he also didn’t want to hurt the trees, refusing them. He thought a little and put the fruit into his pockets. The trees seemed to notice what Vovka was doing, and started to give him more. “This way I won’t have any room left in my pockets very soon,” worried the boy. But then quite suddenly the forest came to an end.
It happened so abruptly that Vovka didn’t even have time to get surprised, when he saw a green meadow with bright flowers, a house made of yellow stones not far away, a wooden well and a mouse that was pulling the water out of it. It was the mouse from the cheese wrapper – the one that winked at Vovka. The boy saw the wells similar to this one in the country and even tried to take water out of them himself. At first you had to tie a bucket to a chain or a rope and then throw it down, turning the handle until the bucket came up. This work wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t too difficult either. With some training everyone could easily do it, but – a mouse?! A little grey mouse with a thin tail? Even if it were dressed up like that – in a fine scarlet pinafore embroidered in gold threads, still it wouldn’t be able to do it. Vovka decided that it was some kind of a trick. And then the mouse turned around and said not very politely, “There is no shame, you know, when one is bowing low. You can show respect by bending your back.”
Vovka was taken aback and didn’t even say ‘hello’ to her. He had never seen talking mice before. And also no one had taught him how to bow. He could shake hands or say ‘hello’ all right, but bowing?! Still, he remembered seeing it either in a book or in a movie and bowed low to the mouse. He had no idea how to behave properly to talking animals and decided to be as much polite as possible – just in case.
“Hello! Will you pardon me, please, but I’ve never seen talking animals before. Is it really you talking or is it a trick of some kind?”
The mouse grew kinder and grumbled quite friendly, “Well, live and learn, you know. Are you trying your luck and here got stuck? What fairy-tale are you from, dear?”
“I am not from a fairy-tale. I am from a city district. The only thing is that I have no idea how I’ve got here and which bus I should take to get back.”
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the mouse and clasped her paws. “If you have no place to go, welcome to the old mouse’s home! Once we have a seat, we can talk and have some tea.”
The mouse ran to the house, but she hadn’t forgotten the bucket. Vovka wondered how she was able to carry it.
“Let me help you with the bucket,” he offered.
The mouse gave it to him and said, “Thank you for your help. The one who is kind to the rest will surely be blessed.”
With these words they approached the little house made of yellow stones with a little bit of orange in them. It didn’t appear small at a closer look. Vovka liked it at first glance. Everything was so nice and cozy that you had a feeling of having been here already. The porch was painted blue, there were flower pots on window-sills, embroidered curtains and bells made of clay, hanging over the door.
Vovka came into the house, following the mouse, took his shoes off (he didn’t want to make crocheted rags dirty) and went to the kitchen. In spite of the warm spring day there was fire in a big Russian stove. It smelled of fresh cheese, the ‘Magic cheese’ Vovka had tried at home before he found himself in the meadow. Near the stove there stood a huge red cat in a colourful apron and a chef’s cap. He stirred something that was cooking in a pot.
Without paying Vovka any attention, the huge cat grumbled at the mouse, “I told you, stop br-ringing str-rangers home. He wasn’t called, so he shall go away. I have my hands full without him. Even if a fr-riend is ver-ry dear-r, I cannot stop making cheese her-re. Why are you not at wor-rk?” he asked Vovka rather sharply.
“I do not work yet.” Vovka got embarrassed. “I go to school.”
“See that?” The cat turned to the mouse. ”Some people have it tough; other-rs can affor-rd to laugh. Mer-rily he lives and has no gr-riefs. He doesn’t wor-rk yet! That I can see for myself. Then tell me, my dear-r fr-riend, who let you wander-r ar-round fair-ry-tales in wor-rking hours and distur-rb others? Didn’t Sister Aljonushka look pr-roperly after her Br-rother Ivanushka again? You are too big for Ivanushka, though. Too young for the Pr-rince, too clean for the Dir-rty Boy from Moidodir. Are you Phjodor from Pr-rostokvashino? Chr-ristofer Robin and Car-rlsson with his Little Boy live too far away, it will take two days for them to get her-re. So, dear-r guest, if you had to call, tell us, wher-re you came fr-rom.” The cat frowned and stared at Vovka.
“Actually, I am from home. I bought some food, came home, laid the table and then found myself in the meadow,” tried to explain Vovka, feeling that his words were not very convincing.
“Poor thing!” The mouse took pity on him.
“You laid the table and found yourself here?” The cat was doubtful.
“Why, yes! First I had a slice of cheese and then went here.” Vovka sighed. He realized that it was the most unbelievable explanation in the world. If all this hadn’t happened to him, he would have never believed such stories.
“Cheese?! What cheese? Wer-re there any holes in it? How did it appear and why did it vanish her-re?”
“The cheese was so delicious! Like the one you have in your pot on the stove. It smells the same. I have never seen such cheese before, but today, when I was helping that old lady in the store…”
“The old lady? The old lady!” The cat interrupted Vovka and quite unexpectedly gave him a hug. “My dear-rest, my sur-rely best! So, she has been found! Our Gr-randma fr-rom the dair-ry, the Cheese Fair-ry has been found! Where is she?”
“But…I don’t know.” Vovka had no idea what to say. “She vanished! Right there, in the store!”
“Vanished at once, left us no chance…” The cat became sad again.
“Let’s give our guest something to eat at first, Curdfritter. He is still not sitting, so how can he be further speaking? See in people no vice – when they visit, please, be nice. Better look into your pot, or you’ll have your cheese all burnt,” grumbled the little mouse. “Have a seat!” She led Vovka to a table and made him sit down to a wide wooden bench. “You must be hungry after your walk, and meanwhile let us talk.”
Vovka obeyed and got ready to listen. He was really hungry by that time. The only thing he hadn’t decided about yet was whether he should wash his hands. On the one hand, he always washed his hands at home. On the other, he didn’t believe that there could be any bacteria in a magic place like that. And Vovka had no doubts that the place he had got at was really magic.
“My name is Cheese-eater, the cat is Curdfritter, and the mistress of the dairy is the Cheese Fairy. First eat the porridge, then listen to our story. You need to eat more to grow strong. If you put in porridge some butter, it will only make you smarter. The strength of a mill comes from the wind, a man’s – from what he can eat.” The mouse was talking and at the same time putting on the table wooden plates, clay jars and pots. Curdfritter brought hot pots and pans from the stove.
“Why are you eating nothing?” asked Vovka. Somehow he didn’t feel right having all the food for himself.
“When you’ve got many dishes to make, you won’t car-re what’s on a plate,” purred Curdfritter. “Since our Gr-randma the Cheese Fair-ry disappear-red, I have had no r-rest or appetite. Befor-re that I always ate with pleasure, but it’s not like that now.” Curdfritter sighed.
“Don’t listen to his complaints; let me fill again your plates. Eat and drink our bread and milk. But I’ll surely have no rest, if you don’t say that our cheese is the best,” said Cheese-eater.
“Thank you, I just love cheese, and you have the most delicious kind of it!” exclaimed Vovka.
“Cheese is cer-rtainly our best, and we gladly shar-re it with our guest. Fr-rom the sunr-rise we are awake, for there is always mor-re cheese to make. Do you know The Crow and the Fox fable?” asked Curdfritter.
“Of course, I do,” smiled Vovka. “Everybody does.”
“But not ever-ryone understands. Have you r-read it? R-remember how the Fox cheated the Crow and r-ran away with the cheese? But when you r-read it next time, the Cr-row has cheese again. How did it appear, if the Fox had stolen it?”
“But…this is a fairy-tale!” Vovka was confused. “You may read it a hundred of times and it will always be the same.”
“And so it can be said, but not in this land,” said Cheese-eater gently. “The Cheese Fairy, Curdfritter and I are making special magic cheese here. It’s for all fairy-tales – for the Crow and the Fox, for the Cheshire cat or the Greedy Little Bears, if they happen to drop in. We work for all the fairy-tales where there is cheese, milk, butter or sour-cream. You can’t make dough for the Round Loaf without sour-cream, or pan-cakes without milk, so what would the old man with his old wife do? You can think for yourself how many fairy-tales won’t do without our help.”
“We have special cows, sheep and goats. They gr-raze in a magic meadow, that’s why the milk is magic, too. The cows have gr-rass but the milk is for-r us. Oh, how well it was with our Gr-randma fr-rom the dair-ry, the Cheese Fair-ry! Making cheese for all, having no gr-rief at all… We used to have so much cheese that we didn’t know what to do with it. And now with the Cheese Fairy gone everything went wrong.” Curdfritter wiped his tears with a red paw.
“And out of the sheep’s wool the Cheese Fairy and I were spinning yarn to knit socks, mittens, hats, scarves and shawls. When your hands and feet are warm, don’t be afraid of cold,” said Cheese-eater. “Sheep grow wool not only for themselves. Do you know how cold it can be in our winter fairy-tales? If the Stepdaughter went looking for snowdrops without warm clothes, what would become of her? Or the girl that met Father Frost – remember she was left under the tree all alone. And also the old man that took the Fox in his sleigh… Whatever fairy-tale you read, the Cheese Fairy takes care that everyone can be warm in it.”
“Whatever she does, ever-rything is so nice. Only the one who has a special gift can make magic por-ridge and cheese. And now the old lady is gone as if she has never been befor-re. And our gift of making cheese is not the same without her-r. Besides, our sheep keep disappear-ring…”
“What gift? What sheep?” Vovka was puzzled.
“Talk business and not about our miseries,” reproached the cat Cheese-eater. “I will explain it all and you, Vova, eat some more. Many men, many minds, one head is not the same as many ones.”
And Vovka began to listen.
“We lived happily, worked not lazily. The cheese-maker was the Fairy and we helped her at the dairy. A fairy-tale is fast to flow; the story itself is rather slow. We had to work hard to provide all the fairy-tales with milk, cottage cheese, sour-cream, cheese and butter, warm clothes and felt boots made of our sheep’s wool. The sun rises early, and so did we in the morning. When you’ve got cows, goats and rams, there is no time for idle hands. Our herds are magic, of course. Still, we’ve got a lot to do. All the cows, goats and sheep need to be fed and watered. If you spare the food, you’ll have no milk. In summer you need to lead the animals to the pasture. Our sheep are so clever that they go all by themselves early in the morning and are in stalls by night. In winter it’s quite different, though. Summer gets, winter spends. Hay-makers prepare hay and then cart-drivers from all the fairy-tales bring it to this place. And then, when summer comes again, everything goes in its usual way. All the animals go to the pasture and graze there.
Something strange happened, though, not long ago. A cow hadn’t come back home, we thought it might have lost its way. But then there was another one, then the third one. At first we thought about a wolf or a bear. But no bear can a cow steal, if it’s not alone in the field. If you stole a cow, get a pail, for you must of it take care. So, we were the worst fearing, and the cows and sheep kept disappearing. Oh, how much we pitied them! They may be only animals for you, but for us they were like human beings, so sweet and kind. The Cheese Fairy was by these losses distressed, but where they’d come from couldn’t guess. There was some talk that a wolf was the one to blame. But all the wolves belong in their own fairy-tales; they would never do a thing like that. So, this can be only a stranger. The cows become less in number; soon our fairy-tales will suffer from hunger. Everything in the stories will go wrong, so little children will read them no more.
The Cheese Fairy went away to find out who could be responsible for these outrageous things, but then she was gone, too. Without her the food we make is not that tasty and the clothes are not so warm. She had a special magic talent, but Curdfritter and I this work cannot handle. We had been waiting for her, but you appeared – maybe, to send you was her idea?”
“Well, this fence is not our defense!” Curdfritter was indignant. How can a str-ranger, a little boy fr-rom the human wor-rld help us? Now, don’t look at me like that! You are a good boy, but you don’t know the r-rules in our fair-ry-tales. You may choose the wr-rong r-road and never-r retur-rn home! What a silly idea!”
“Well, you keep harping on the same thing! How do you know he can’t help us? It happens sometimes that a sheep the wolf overcomes. Who knows, maybe it’s even better that Vova is not from the fairy-tale world. He is not used to it. A strange thing may strike him faster than us, and our missing cows will be found at last.” Cheese-eater was on Vovka’s side.
“I don’t know why I’ve got here. If I can help you, I’ll try. But how can I return home?” asked Vovka, yawning. He was so full that suddenly wanted to sleep.
“Exactly!” Cheese-eater clapped her paws.
“That’s r-right!” yelled Curdfritter.
“Return home!” exclaimed both of them at the same time.
Greatly astonished by their behaviour and without saying a word, Vovka was watching how the cat and the mouse took each other’s paws and started to dance. When finally the cat sat down to catch his breath, the mouse explained, “Since old times people from your world haven’t appeared in our fairy-tales, if only for a purpose. Though we live close, we keep the borders. But if any fine fellow or a beautiful girl found themselves in this place, that would mean they should do something great. Our Cheese Fairy decided to give you the magic cheese so that you would be able to serve us. When you find out who the cows hides, you’ll return to your place at once! However, after a long way and a good dinner you should have some rest. You’ll need all your might in a battle to fight. The sun is setting, the night is near, but in the morning all will be clear.”
Really, one could already see the sunset out of the window; the most unusual day in Vovka’s life was coming to an end.
“I bet you’ve never slept over-r the stove, we’ve got a great sleeping place made ther-re,” purred Curdfritter.
“No. What’s it like?” asked Vovka.
“A city per-rson doesn’t know what he dr-rinks or eats; he lives too far-r away fr-rom fields,” grumbled Curdfritter. “Cheese-eater’s made your feather-bed and br-rought you a night-light.”
“Have you got electricity?” Vovka was surprised. He hadn’t seen any wires, sockets or electric devices.
“What tr-ree in the city?”
“E-lect-ri-ci-ty. Turn the switch on – you’ll get light, turn it off and it’s dark again. Also there are different electric devices – a TV, a cooker, a fridge and a cassette recorder.”
“All these slices-devices the humans use, here a piece of rotten wood will do.” The cat grinned and hung the piece of wood on the wall. Indeed, there was faint light in the room, as if a night-lamp was on.
“I wonder, what keeps it hanging on the wall? How is it fastened?” thought Vovka. “Poor Mama, she is so worried by now. If I could only make a call…” Thinking like that, he fell asleep.
At the same time the following things were happening in the kitchen where Vovka had been making tea not long ago. Mama came home from her work and saw the table carefully laid, biscuits in the biscuit-dish and a bar of chocolate. Cheese slices on the plate were not dry yet and the kettle was warm, so Mama guessed that Vovka had just left. It was strange though that there was no note. A long time ago they had agreed that if Vovka wanted to go somewhere, he would leave a note to tell where he went and when he would come back. For example – ”Went to Ljoshka to play, will be home at six.” Or “Went to the hairdresser’s at the corner.” But today there was no note. Maybe, he was taking out the garbage. No, he must be with Ljoshka. But Ljoshka and his mother had been gone! Maybe, he went to Pavlik. Well, of course he went there, because Pavlik couldn’t come to Vovka himself. Pavlik was a very good, kind and intelligent boy; he was Vovka’s best friend. But he couldn’t come to Vovka, because he wasn’t able to walk and used a wheel-chair. And it was difficult to drive a wheel-chair along the corridor and to the elevator. So, usually Vovka would come to Pavlusha and not the other way round. Having thought about that, Vovka’s Mama sighed with relief. Pavlik had got a wonderful mother and the boys were not to be worried about.
Vovka’s Mama had some tea, and then tried the chocolate. She realized that her worries hadn’t gone away even when she persuaded herself that her son was visiting Pavlik. She was still troubled that Vovka hadn’t left a note. It was so unlike her thoughtful son.
Suddenly there was a door bell. “He came back at last!” said Mama happily. But these were Grandpa and Grandma, and not her boy at all.
“Here we are!” declared they solemnly and brought in a big wrapped box tied with shining and colourful ribbons. “We’ve got a present for our Cheese Boy, the one he wouldn’t even dream of! Vova, come here quickly, we’ve got a surprise for you!” shouted Grandpa happily, as if the present was meant for him and not for his grandson.
“He’s got a surprise for you, too. He’s not at home,” said Vovka’s Mama.
“Well, he has come home from school, hasn’t he?” asked Grandma. “The classes were over a long time ago.”
“It looks like he had, then went to the store, laid the table and made tea. But then he disappeared somewhere. Perhaps, he ran to Pavlushka.”
“Well, that’s quite another thing! I’ll go and bring them both, and also help Pavlik with his wheel-chair. I hadn’t played chess with him for a long time.” Grandpa was glad to go and get the boys. He liked playing chess, dominoes and lotto very much, and Pavlik played chess better than all of them.
When the door was closed, Grandma said in a low voice, as if plotting something, “We’ve got such a surprise for Vovochka – the book of a famous cheese-maker! It tells about 839 sorts of cheese – can you imagine how happy Vova will be?”
“I can imagine how much it costs. It’s so expensive that you’ll spoil the child,” said Vovka’s Mama strictly. On the one hand, she was glad that her son would have something that he had dreamed about and waited for a long time. But on the other, she felt sorry for Grandpa and Grandma. They were not very rich, so this present meant that they had been saving money for a long time, not buying anything they really needed.
“Don’t talk like that! We are so glad that Vova has this book now. He will be happy, and that is the best present for Grandpa and me,” gently said Grandma and gave Mama a hug.
Then someone rang at the door again, and they both hurried there. When they opened the door, they saw Pavlik in his wheel-chair, Grandpa and Aunt Lena, Pavlik’s mother. Vovka’s Mama looked out to see if there was anyone at the stairs. But Vovka wasn’t standing there.
“Please, don’t worry,” said Grandpa, and Vovka’s Mama and Grandma went pale. “Vovka hasn’t been at Pavlik’s today. He promised to come after school, but he never did.”
“O-h-h!” exclaimed Mama and Grandma at the same time and both fainted.
“Looks like we won’t play chess tonight,” muttered Grandpa.
Luckily, Aunt Lena was good at giving the first aid. Before Pavlik got sick, she had worked as a doctor at the same children’s clinic where Vovka’s Mama was working. That’s why Aunt Lena wasn’t taken aback and quickly brought Vovka’s Mama and Grandma to their senses. When they came to themselves, she told them to have sweet tea. For the rest it was also rather useful, so everybody went to the kitchen and sat round the table.
“Let’s try to sort out things to understand how it could happen that the boy had disappeared in an unknown direction,” offered Grandpa. As a former military-man, he liked accuracy and order in everything.
“It would be better to think where we can look for him.” Grandma sighed. As a former military-man’s wife, she knew that this ‘sorting out things’ can take a long time.
“Pavlusha, you two must have been finishing your model today. Vova told me that it was almost ready. He wanted to help you. At least, that’s how I got it,” said Vovka’s Mama.
“That’s exactly what we were going to do! We had already assembled the aircraft and had only to paint it. But first we wanted to test the aircraft. You see, if the model has any defects, you’d better fix them before having it painted. And even if the test goes well, still…” Pavlik was embarrassed to talk about the forthcoming competition. He thought about it every day and even hoped to win in it, but to think was one thing and to say it aloud – quite another. Actually, it was like declaring that in his wheelchair he might be a champion in chess and modeling, the things he was good at. He stopped short, but then realized that the grown-ups wouldn’t understand that and began explaining.
“The aircraft might get scratched during the test, but we want it to shine in the competition.”
“That means that Vova was supposed to come to you today to fix the aircraft, right?” asked Grandpa.
“Yes, but he was going to the store first. He had been waiting for you and wanted to buy something tasty for tea,” said Pavlik.
“He went to the store and something happened to him on the way,” sobbed Grandma.
“Oh, mother, what are you talking about? Nothing has happened to him; he’s a clever boy and knows that you can cross the street only when the traffic lights are green. And he knows that you mustn’t go anywhere with a stranger, even when he asks for it. Look at the table, he had bought everything and made tea. The only thing I don’t understand is where he went afterwards,” said Vovka’s Mama sadly.
“Where he went! I am telling you, somebody rang the door bell, and he opened the door! Maybe they were criminals – there are plenty of such stories, you know. They could have pretended to be kind or in need, and then seized him and ran away!” Grandma started to cry again.
“How can you even think of that, mother! You know Vova, he will never open the door to a stranger! He would talk through the door and do whatever they asked him for. He would call the ambulance or emergency services, but he wouldn’t open the door even to the neighbours, only to us, the members of the family. Of course, he is a little boy, but not a silly one,” said Mama indignantly.
“I’d like to know where this smart boy is now,” grumbled Grandpa.
The door bell rang again, and everyone was near the front door at once. Only Pavlik, who couldn’t turn around in his wheel-chair quickly and Vovka’s Mama who stayed in the kitchen.
“That’s not him,” she whispered. Every mother has the ability of recognizing her children without even seeing them.
“Hi!” They heard a cheerful voice of a woman. “Where is our favourite Cheese Boy?”
“Indeed,” there came another voice, low and loud. “Where is he?”
When all the words were said and all the pills were taken, the whole company sat round the table again.
“I think,” Uncle’s voice was booming in the kitchen, “we’ve got to call the police.”
“Do you think they will search for him?” asked Vovka’s Mama hopefully. “The day is not finished yet, and usually they start searching when a person has been missing for three days.”
“Usually eight-year-old boys don’t disappear in broad daylight,” argued Uncle. “And yes, they don’t search for three days, but that’s for missing grown-ups. As for children, they start searching immediately after your call. Of course, the police will search for him, and they will certainly find him. So, let’s call right now.” And he called 02 immediately.
Uncle was right; they took the call about the missing boy at once and promised to send a district officer to take Vovka’s photos (they were necessary to give the boy’s description to all the police in the city). That was the way they did it when a person had to be found quickly. They would give his description to all the policemen on duty. Then wherever the missing person went, he would surely meet a policeman, and the latter would recognize him according to his description.
After the call everybody got a bit relaxed and started waiting for the district officer.
“Please, help yourself,” offered Vovka’s Mama. “We’ve already had our pills, but the tea is absolutely cold. Grandma, here are your favourite biscuits. Grandpa, nibble your sooshkas; Vova bought it for you specially. Lena, Pavlusha, do help yourself and feel at home, let me give you more hot tea. And why are you not eating?” she asked Aunt and Uncle.
“Thank you,” said Uncle absent-mindedly and put a slice of cheese in his mouth. It tasted a little strange, but Uncle didn’t pay any attention to that. “If only we had children,” he thought, “they would grow together with Vovka, and he wouldn’t feel that lonely. And we wouldn’t worry now, not knowing where the child is and what’s happened to him. All that happened because he was alone. Everybody was busy and no one had time… Yes, if only we had a child, everything would be different.” But Uncle didn’t say these words aloud, because he knew what Aunt would say to all that.
As for Aunt, she was silently chewing her cheese and recollecting her childhood, summer, splashes of water in the bright sun, the smell of a Christmas tree and tangerines, crunchy sparkling snow under the sledge, waiting for presents on your birthday. “There is a lot to think about,” sighed Aunt, “Everything was so magic and mysterious in our childhood, but where did it go to when we grew up? It didn’t go anywhere,” she told to herself, “we are only too busy with different urgent things and can’t think about something that is really important. There is no way we can live like that any longer,” she decided. “I’ve even lost contact with my favourite nephew, he’s been waiting for us to come so long and now he’s gone. Is our work really more important? Oh, how I’d love to return the magic of my childhood!” But for some reason she didn’t say that out loud either.
As for Pavlik, he was sitting beside her and didn’t think about anything that much important. He only wanted Vovka to come back sooner. Tonight they wouldn’t test anything, it was getting dark, but tomorrow they could do it for sure. And then they would paint the aircraft and Pavlik would win the competition. Mother would be proud of him, and he would be happy; and Vovka would, too. Pavlik was chewing his cheese sandwich and dreaming.
Aunt Lena, Pavlik’s mother, didn’t like cheese sandwiches and didn’t think about the competition. She liked making pyramids – to spread jam on a biscuit and put a slice of cheese on top of it, and then to have some tea. She thought every day about the same thing – if there was a remedy she hadn’t tried yet that could help to cure Pavlik’s legs. Aunt Lena wanted her son to be healthy, so that he could walk, run, jump, play ice-hockey, fly kites and dance; that was her most treasured dream. Aunt Lena wasn’t scared at all that Vovka had disappeared. She was sure that nothing bad had happened to him; he just stayed somewhere too long and forgot to tell about that. “If Pavlusha could walk and went somewhere without leaving a note, I would worry and wait for him. How great it would be when he returned home and told me about his day that he had spent somewhere away from me. And we would have dinner and tea, and be so happy!” was thinking Aunt Lena.
There was no way Vovka’s Mama could be happy when her child was gone and nobody knew where he was. At first she thought (like all mothers in the world waiting for their children probably would), “He’s going to get it when he comes home,” then, “My dearest child, may you be only well,” and after that she didn’t even know what to think. “If only Vovka had father,” she sighed, “everything would be different.” She would know that Vovka was all right, because his father would always help him, give a piece of advice and protect, and also he would teach him different things that only a man could teach. Vovka’s Mama was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even know what she was eating or drinking. She thought that it would be wonderful if Vovka had father and they would have a happy and joyful family where there were no missing children.
When Grandpa had a lot of sooshkas, he noticed that everybody took a slice of cheese and grew thoughtful after that. Grandpa didn’t like cheese that much, but he decided to try it anyway. He had a tiny slice, but to nibble cheese was not that much fun as it was with sooshkas. “Ah, too bad they have no pets at home! If they had a dog or a cat, I could give the cheese to them and nobody would notice. And now I’ll have to have it myself. No, it doesn’t feel like home if you don’t have a dog.”
Suddenly everybody was startled at another door bell.
Vovka was awaken with a sunray that was playing on his face and the pillow, stroking his eye-lashes and cheeks. “What bright sun!” thought the boy, stretching.
“Sleeping sound with his blanket ar-round,” purred Curdfritter ironically.
“Did I get up late?” Vovka was surprised. He had always been an early riser and did his exercises every morning.
“Up is the sun, the day’s begun; the time you’ve lost will never come. Don’t stay in bed, young fellow! Wake up and wash your face, and I hope your jour-rney won’t be a mess. But fir-rst you should eat – who knows, maybe you’ll have to fight in a battle.”
“Do you think I’ll have to fight? But with whom?” asked Vovka when he sat at the table.
“No one knows the villain who the cows has caught, but he should be by any means down br-rought. Besides, if the Cheese Fair-ry br-rought you here, ther-re is no one who could find her except you. A br-rave boy like you by her magic bound will have ever-rything lost sur-rely found.”
“I only have to find a telephone to call Mama, so that she would not worry. She doesn’t know why I’ve disappeared and is worrying now, and probably crying.”
“What is a telepon? Is it a bell of some kind that you are going to r-ring?” Curdfritter was puzzled.
“No, it’s not a bell at all. Do you mean you do not have telephones? How do you contact with those who live far away? Do you write letters or send telegrams? Or, perhaps, you have a computer. Then I’ll write to Mama an e-mail, I know letters.”
“Good morning!” said Cheese-eater, coming in. “I’ve been busy about the house, managing everything and giving to every fairy-tale what they need. Here is your fresh milk, help yourself. And what were you talking about?”
“I am telling him one thing, he is talking about another-r. I’m tr-rying to see what you mean, so don’t talk like a fool to me. Ele – what are you going to wr-rite?”
“Electronic letter,” corrected him Vovka. Though he had already guessed that he wouldn’t be able to call Mama, he gave a lecture to Curdfritter and Cheese-eater about modern technologies.
“Good heavens, we didn’t know about such things! We use only old stuff her-re, like a flying car-rpet, a magic table-cloth, fast-r-running boots and things like that, you know,” said Curdfritter with some envy. “We don’t have contact with those who live far-r, behind the blue mountains and thick for-rests. What for-r?! They are all tr-roublemakers, anyway. And those who live over-r the sea-ocean are fr-rom the fair-ry-tales for gr-rown-ups. We are not old enough for-r them. If we have a need of any kind, we’ll call a magpie that is fast to fly. The tr-rouble is, when it’s flying tr-rough woods, ever-rybody knows our news. Loves gossip, nothing can be done about it.”
“Then please, let’s send the magpie, Curdfritter,dear! Mama is so worried by now!”
“Without children your life is troubled, but with them you have worries doubled.” Cheese-eater was upset. “You can’t mix the human world with our fairy-tales, because then you’ll have a mess! And the magpie is so muddle-headed, it always causes confusion. It’s got everything out of place, not to the point, so no wonder it’ll have things only spoilt. Probably, because of that chatterbox you won’t be able to return home.”
“No!” Vovka was frightened. “Then don’t send it. Maybe there is another way.”
“What way? You humans have many modern things, but we live in an old-fashioned way here. We are old fairy-tales, you know. We have been living since they made us up. And our ways haven’t changed since that. We don’t run from our future, but we don’t try to look ahead, either. There is no need to hurry up; the day awaited will come up. Perhaps, we also have new lands in our fairy-tale world where there are these telepons and compruters, but we never travel there. We are so busy that don’t have time for that. But I’d love to travel for a good reason. If you took me with you, I’d be glad to join.”
“What are you talking about?” said Curdfritter indignantly. “And who, may I ask, is going to do the wor-rk about the house? I won’t manage it alone!”
“But I have already done everything! You’ve got to churn the butter and make the cheese. This is your job; I am of no help to you here.”
“Really, Curdfritter,” said Vovka excitedly, “let her go with me! She knows everything here and will advise me.”
“Well, if so, she may go. Only she is so small that won’t be of any help if you have to fight. And she will get tir-red soon; her paws are as small as a thimble.”
“My paws may be slow, but my mind is not so! I won’t let him fight alone with some villains in a foreign land. Put me into your pocket, Vova, and take with you. I have small weight, but can be a great help.”
“Splendid!” Vovka put Cheese-eater on his shoulder, so that she might look around. “The more, the merrier.”
Curdfritter grumbled a little, but mostly because he didn’t want them to see how he was worried. He gave them a tiny magic table-cloth, and when Cheese-eater took it, it became smaller and smaller, until it was the size of a cedar nut. She put it into the pocket of her pinafore, and off they were to their journey.
At first Cheese-eater took Vovka to the cattle-shed. The boy expected to see an untidy barn, but to his surprise it was a big wooden house.
“In this mansion our cows live.” Cheese-eater was beaming with pride. “The sheep live there, the goats here, and there is a barn on the left. Well, well, give us the way!” she raised her voice at the young sheep, playing in front of the shed. “The Cheese Fairy told us to keep them in the barn, so that no one could to the forest run. And the babies are in a manger. You may have a look at them.”
Cheese-eater easily climbed the pole, pushed the door-bolt and opened the door, inviting the boy to come in. It was light and tidy inside and one could smell a sweet scent of hay and fresh milk. In a far corner there was a fence with a door in it, where the babies were happily playing, jumping, butting each other and also sleeping. Some of the lambs, calves and kids were sucking bottles, and Vovka realized that their mothers had disappeared. On both sides of a wide passage there were stalls for grown-up animals, and many of them seemed deserted. In spite of all the cleanness and order, Vovka had a strange feeling of uneasiness. Too quiet, too tidy, too lonely it was for an inhabited house. There was a portrait in each stall, so one could guess who lived here – a cow, a bull, a sheep or a ram. Vovka thought that the animals on some portraits were looking at him pleadingly, as if asking, “Find us! Bring us back!” He turned around, saw the manger again and walked to the door decidedly. The babies needed their mothers and he would try to find them.
Vovka went round the shed and followed the path that was running now away from the yellow house and the forest he had already walked through. At first the path was as playful as it had been before, but then it grew quiet. Vovka noticed that it wasn’t bouncing under his feet and wasn’t joyful any more.
“Do you think we could have done something wrong to the path?” he asked Cheese-eater who was sitting on his shoulder. “It’s so quiet. Can it be that it’s got tired?”
“Did you say ‘tired’? No, the path is quiet because it’s frightened. Now, Vova, keep your eyes open,” said Cheese-eater.
“What for? What’s going to happen?” Vovka was not easily frightened and never felt afraid beforehand. His Mama would always say, ‘Look straight into the Fear’s eyes and the Fear will close its own tight.’ The boy wasn’t scared; he just wanted to know what was waiting for him and what he had to be ready for.
“It’s only worse when you have fear, so you’ve got to be brave, my dear,” whispered Cheese-eater in his ear. “Go and don’t mind what you’ve got behind. Courage can help a fellow most, and without it he will be lost.”
“Can you explain to me what is going to happen?” Vovka was getting impatient.
“Don’t shout and quietly move, for not far from here is the Wolf.”
“How do you know that?” Vovka was surprised.
“I can guess. The birds stopped singing and squirrels stopped playing; mother-hares caught their young ones and ran to their burrows. Even hedgehogs rolled themselves up into a ball, as if they had never been here before.”
“But why is it the Wolf? It can be a fox, a bear or some forest spirit!”
“I can see that you’re too young, so listen to my words here, son. Surely, you’ll be as good as dead without me. Nobody in the woods is afraid of the forest spirit. It’s the best friend to all the animals and also their protector. The fox is cunning, but it won’t play such mean tricks. The bear is already berry-picking or destroying beehives; it loves berries and has a sweet tooth. No, all this exactly suits the Wolf. He’s got great strength, little brains. And no friends, either.”
“In what way do friends relay to the Wolf?”
“Well, if someone has no friends, but wants to be respected and loved, he starts doing mean things to make everybody love him.”
“Can you make anybody love you?” asked Vovka doubtfully.
“No, of course not, but then you’ll make everybody fear you,” said Cheese-eater. She understood that it was easier for Vovka to fight his fears if they talked, so she continued in a whisper. Looking for the robber and the Cheese Fairy in a thick forest was scary enough even for a brave fellow. But courage is not being fearless; it often means conquering your fears.
“But why is the Wolf trying to make others love him, if it’s useless?” Vovka was trying to understand.
“I’m telling you, he’s got great strength, but he’d better use more brains. The Wolf just cannot get why nobody loves him. That’s why he does all these mean and naughty things. He is trying to show everybody how strong and swift he is, and capable of doing any mischief one can think of. Can anyone be loved for such things?”
“No, of course not,” agreed Vovka. “In this case everyone will only fear you. And you are not loved for what you do, anyway. You can be just loved, that’s it. Or people love you if you are kind and smart, if you help others or have sympathy for them. So to say, if you are good.”
“You are quite right here,” nodded Cheese-eater. “The only thing is the Wolf thinks that he is good, too.”
“How come?!” Vovka was indignant. “How can he consider himself good, if he hurts everybody? A good person is the one who does good things. Has he done anything kind?”
“Here you are right, but don’t be blind. Everybody considers himself good, nothing can be done about it. Everybody thinks that he is right and the other is wrong. That’s why there is so little understanding among people. And we don’t have much of it either in our fairy-tale world.”
“Can it be corrected somehow? There can surely be done something for all the people to understand and stop hurting each other.”
“Certainly, it can. In a very simple way.”
“Really? What way, will you tell me?”
“There is no great mystery in it, you know. To love and understand the other, you should put yourself in his place and try to feel and think the way he feels and thinks.”
“Is that all?” Vovka didn’t believe it.
“Strange, isn’t it?” smiled Cheese-eater. “That’s the only thing you have to do – just put yourself into his place and you’ll understand him.”
“I’ve got to try it. Do you think I can do that?”
“You?” Cheese-eater’s eyebrows went up. “Why, of course, you can! You’re kind, brave and smart. You will be able to do everything you wish, considering that your wishes are good.”
“Dear Cheese-eater, I don’t want to scare you, but right now my only wish is to understand what’s happening to the path. At first it ran and played, then it could hardly move and finally it stopped!”
“What do you mean it’s still? Can’t you see it goes farther?”
“The point is,” explained Vovka, ”that it does go farther, but doesn’t ‘lead’ any more. On the contrary, the legs stumble and stop. But why?”
“Because of me!” growled the Wolf and jumped out of the bushes.
“Can’t you see that this is the Wolf? So, get ready and quickly move! Oh-oh, it’s better for us to return than to make such a turn,” squeaked Cheese-eater. Vovka didn’t have a chance to recover from the shock he had got, when she exclaimed, “Have a look at us you may, for you won’t see us again! Little legs, little legs, run away as fast as you can!”
With these words she slipped from Vovka’s shoulder and immediately was under his collar. The boy didn’t expect this and was ready to get the quick mouse out of his shirt, but his legs ran back all by themselves. Maybe because he didn’t like tickling (and Cheese-eater was tickling him under the shirt), or maybe obeying her order to run, but Vovka was running really fast. So fast that he didn’t have time to look at the trees on both sides of the path, and sometimes their spreading branches touched his face, neck and his sides. Cheese-eater was sitting under his shirt, guiding him – she quickly moved to his right side, if he had to turn right, or his left side, if he had to run to the left. Soon Vovka was sweating and didn’t take notice of what was around him. The boy stumbled on the bushes and ran farther, trying to avoid prickly branches. He trusted Cheese-eater completely and turned where she showed him to. Having stumbled on a thick root of an old birch-tree, Vovka fell down. Cheese-eater squeaked, “If you are chased, do get up, for the Wolf behind us is catching up!” Indeed, they could hear the Wolf’s stomping and heavy breathing very close.
“Seems like he’s panting,” thought Vovka, and this gave him more strength. He got up and ran again. Now Vovka left the path far behind him and was making his way through the thicket. The farther he ran, the thicker was the forest and the harder it was to get through. It even seemed to the boy that the forest ahead of them was so dense that he wouldn’t be able to go further. He had to stop, because he came to a blind alley. On both sides and ahead of them there was prickly thicket, behind them there was the Wolf. No way out. But hardly had this gloomy thought crossed Vovka’s mind, the branches under his feet crackled, something squeaked and he fell into a pit. At least, he thought that it was a pit, but in reality they fell into a hole. They landed right on a big pile of autumn leaves. The smell of them was tickling Vovka’s nose and he terribly wanted to sneeze, he even had to hold his nose and mouth with his hand.
“Good boy!” whispered Cheese-eater. “Now sit still until the Wolf runs past this place. He will never find us here.”
“What if he will?” asked Vovka with his lips only. He heard the branches were crackling somewhere up under the Wolf’s paws. The Wolf didn’t look beneath and jumped over the hole without noticing Vovka and Cheese-eater. He ran further, where the forest was even thicker.
“Every mouse knows all the ways in and out of the hole. We can find another way out of here if we have to. But I have a feeling that the Wolf will be caught without anybody’s help, and we won’t have to hide long. They say, ‘However cunning the Wolf was, he had to pay off old scores.’ He won’t get away with it. The time will come indeed, when the Wolf finds his pit. While we’re here, he is coming closer to the trap.”
“Do you have traps in your forest?” asked Vovka, horrified.
“Why, no! We have never had them. I mean that then someone can catch himself; he that mischief hatches, mischief catches. A glutton will burst like a soap-bubble; a greedy man will lose everything. The one, who chases, becomes hunted at. And we’ll see who finally overcomes.”
As if proving Cheese-eater’s words, there came a loud howling of the Wolf from somewhere far ahead.
“Even if you are good at playing tricks, you can’t play with the truth. Its road is straight and you won’t avoid it. We don’t like the truth, of course, but without it our life is lost. Let’s go, Vova, and get even with the grey robber. He’ll get his punishment for all the sheep’s tears.”
Cheese-eater quickly ran up the pit wall. As for Vovka, he was slowly getting out, holding the roots that were protruding from all sides of the hole. To get through the thicket, following the Wolf’s way was much easier – the grass was flattened, the branches broken. The Wolf left a tunnel-like path behind him. Cheese-eater was again on Vovka’s shoulder, advising how to get through without stomping on nests and ant-hills, or falling down. The Wolf’s howling was closer and more pitiful now. Then it became very close and similar to a whining of a child, who had been punished and felt pity for himself. When Vovka saw the Wolf, he understood Cheese-eater’s words. The Wolf had caught himself. He hadn’t paid any attention, when they disappeared, and kept going, thinking that he was still chasing his prey. The forest grew thicker, and the Wolf could hardly squeeze through the bushes that were scratching his skin. But he wasn’t able to stop. He was greedy and didn’t want to quit his chase. He was pushing his way through the thicket until he got stuck. Young oaks and birch-trees firmly held the Wolf with their thin, but strong trunks. If he had stopped or jumped away, he would have been saved. But, pushing through, the Wolf got into a place, where the young trees were growing very close to each other, and was completely stuck. Seeing him in a live tree-trap amused Vovka at first, because he realized that the Wolf couldn’t do them any harm. But then he started to think seriously how to get him out without instruments. As for Cheese-eater, she was having a lot of fun.
Cheese-eater was so excited that she couldn’t help laughing, putting her paws on the hips.
“It served you right! When you chased us, you were growling, but right now you’re howling! Look at yourself! You became timid, like a wolf cornered with a bear-spear.”
When she had enough of laughing, Cheese-eater grew serious and said to the Wolf strictly, “The Wolf may be beaten in his own forest, too. And not because he’s that bad, but because of the sheep he had. If there are cows or sheep, the Wolf will come, indeed. Where did you come from? From what fairy-tale? And why are you stealing our cattle?”
“Now, don’t call me a thief – the Wolf is to blame for all the mischief! Don’t lump everything together,” grumbled the Wolf cheerlessly. “Such is our fate; nothing can be done about that.”
“Don’t pretend to be a poor little thing!” exclaimed Cheese-eater indignantly. “And who will ever believe, that you haven’t stolen the sheep? There is no peace in every fairy-tale because of you, grey robber! Tell at once, why do you keep stealing from us?”
“It’s because of my life,” complained the Wolf. “Hungry wolves eat hooves. A living soul should have a piece of bread. Whatever fairy-tale you read, a wolf wants always something to eat. Well, it’s useless to explain this to you. If you are full, you won’t understand the one who is hungry. Our fur is of the same colour, dear mouse, but our lives are quite different. You have lots of milk and heaps of butter every day. But all these supplies are not for us. You may have milk with porridge or churn butter of it. But I am happy even when I get some bread for dinner. Since my young years I was a poor orphan and had to search for my daily bread. And who keeps company with the wolves, will finally know how to howl. If you get that hungry for a meal, you’ll soon learn how to steal. It’s wrong when a cow becomes a wolf’s prey, but it’s the cow’s fault that it has gone astray. A disobedient sheep is also easy to catch, for it has left its flock.”
“Don’t steal someone else’s bread, get up early and work instead.” Cheese-eater intended to give the Wolf a good scolding. When else could she do it, being that safe? “But you forget one thing – though a dog on a leash sees milk, it will never get it.”
“By the way,” the Wolf got animated,”in old days in fairy-tales a wolf and a dog lived together. Wolves and dogs are in kinship, you know. If I had good masters, I would gladly serve them. Take me with you, and I’ll be on guard duty. A wolf that is fed lets the master sleep well in his bed. The wolves will be fed and the sheep safe.”
“Indeed, let’s take him home!” said Vovka. “He will guard the house.”
“Believe your eyes only and not what he’s saying boldly. Listen to him, if you want to, but don’t believe! He’s lying as if he’s pan cakes frying – only too much noise,” said Cheese-eater and turned her back to the Wolf. “Don’t lie any more; it will help you in the days to come. You’re playing a fox, thinking that if your strength has failed you, your cunning won’t,” snorted the mouse scornfully. “They tell not without reason – a wolf has its tail between the legs in a kennel. You will never live in piece with a dog! If you are as meek as a sheep, then a bear is a shepherd, and a pig can do a gardener’s job.”
“If you don’t like what I’m saying, you may not listen, but don’t hinder my lying,” snarled the Wolf. “Why is everybody trying to make unfounded accusations against me?”
“Bewail or not, there is no trust in you any more. Answer at once – what have you done to the Cheese Fairy? Have you eaten her? If you don’t answer, we’ll leave you here for the rest of your days. Let’s go, Vova!” And Cheese-eater pretended that she wanted to go back.
“Wait! Don’t leave me alone here! I’ll tell you everything!” pleaded the Wolf.
Cheese-eater turned to him and the Wolf started to talk as fast as he could.
“My dearest, my most precious ones, have mercy on me! Don’t leave the old man to perish from midges and mosquitoes in this thick forest! I’ll do anything you say, I’ll tell everything that I know. The only thing is, I know nothing,” he said in a sad voice.
“What words we hear from you now! Even gnats, whose stings are painful rather, keep company only with each other.” Cheese-eater screwed up her eyes. “Do you think you can deceive us? If you don’t help, you’ll stay here forever. There is no use in deceiving yourself.”
“Oh, I will help – if only I can… I was only joking. I didn’t know you were so serious. I thought that maybe we could laugh a little.”
“Your jokes are so queer, so you’d better stay here,” said Cheese-eater and climbed on Vovka’s shoulder.
“Cheese-eater, dearest,” whispered the boy, “I feel so sorry for the Wolf. Are we really going to leave him here? Nobody will save him; he played his tricks on almost everyone. Let’s free him, ah? Shall we?”
“Look at this tender-hearted boy! Do you know that the Wolf is only waiting for that? You’ll free him and then he’ll – snap! – seize you at once and swallow. Though he is so greedy and rude, I pity him, too. But we shouldn’t show that to him, or he’ll never change his ways. You have to be hard on the Wolf, only then he’ll understand. And now,” she turned to the Wolf, “have a nice day, the joke-lover! Good-bye!”
“No-o-o!” howled the Wolf. “I’ll tell everything, and only the truth!”
“Then we’ll listen to you with great interest,” agreed Cheese-eater.
“That’s great!” Vovka was glad. “You will tell us everything, and we will free you afterwards.”
“No, you’ve got to free me first.” The Wolf started to bargain.
“Are we again in the beginning of the story?” frowned the mouse. “Then tell it to yourself, and we’ve got other things to do.”
“Okay, as you wish,” obeyed the Wolf and began his story.
Vovka was listening with surprise to what the Wolf was telling them. He didn’t know whether to believe him or not.
THE WOLF’S STRANGE STORY
“Well, let me tell you the truth – no lying, I swear! I’ve been working as a wolf for a long time and know the rules: to chase the Three Piglets and scare them well, to eat six Kids and leave one in a stove, to let the Round Loaf go away, to fish in an ice-hole with my tale, then carry the Fox on my back. When I worked for my friend once, I had to swallow the Red Cap and her Grandma. Whatever fairy-tale I have to work in, I always reread it carefully not to miss anything, and then do everything as it has to be done. But lately amazing things have been happening. I’ve never harmed any cows or sheep, but now it looks like I have. Maybe it’s really me, and yet I say that all this is very strange.”
“What do you mean by this ‘maybe’?” frowned Cheese-eater. “Don’t you know what you do?”
“It seems like that. You see, I’m getting old. Sometimes I forget whether I’ve had my breakfast today or not, whether I’ve been at my work already, or am going to it. I often stop and scratch my head, trying to remember where I am going to. My memory is getting weak. But there are things that are worse than forgetting everything. I started to see visions, and such mysterious ones! You won’t believe it, but yesterday, hiding in the bushes for a hunt, I suddenly saw a wolf that was walking on the path.”
“Now, what kind of a mystery is this?” snorted Cheese-eater. “A wolf got bewildered, when another one appeared. You know, of course, that it’s a good sign, when a wolf runs across your path.”
“That wolf wasn’t running! It was walking on its hind legs, carrying a sack over the shoulder. Also, it had smoke coming out of his mouth, like the Three-headed Serpent would have. I know all the wolves in our area, but I’ve never seen that one. Maybe a werewolf from foreign lands came here, you wouldn’t find him in our fairy-tales.” The Wolf was talking in a tone of excuse.
“A werewolf, ah?” said Vovka. “That’s interesting. Where did it happen?”
“Near the river, I say, not far away.” The Wolf nodded in that direction, but for some reason looked scared.
“Can you show the place?” Vovka was genuinely interested in what the Wolf was saying, but Cheese-eater was eyeing the old robber with distrust.
“Don’t believe him, Vova! He’s lying, that’s for sure. He is trying to distract us by talking, because he wants to be freed out of the tree-trap.”
“No, dear Cheese-eater, this time he’s telling the truth. I have an idea, but we’ve got to check it. Let’s free the Wolf and go to that place where he has seen the werewolf, and then I’ll tell you.”
“You decide.” Cheese-eater shrugged her shoulders. “But in my opinion, the Wolf is deceiving us. He might as well eat us up when he’s free. He is hungry – alas! – and will swallow us at once.”
“I have no need in eating you up,” grumbled the Wolf reproachfully. “The game is not worth the candle. I’ve got better things to hunt for.”
“He won’t get anything for deceiving us,” laughed Vovka. “But if he tell the truth, not only will we free him, but we’ll also save him from the undeserved disgrace.”
“Really?” exclaimed the Wolf.
“Of course, we will!” Then Vovka continued, “You don’t know for sure whether you have done all these bad things, but I am certain that you haven’t. And I’ll prove that. I can’t say anything about other tricks of yours, but you were blamed for stealing cows and sheep unjustly.”
“Didn’t I tell you so?” exclaimed the Wolf. “You blamed me unfairly, accused an innocent one, but I suffered humbly like a lamb.” The Wolf pitied himself so much that he even sobbed.
“Of all the animals in our fairy-tales only you can tell such fables,” reproached him Cheese-eater. “All right, you’ve made a mistake, now make everything right. The one, who his guilt admits, can be with everybody quits. Now we’ve got even with you for your past tricks, and I’ll say this for the future: if we catch the robber with your help and free the Cheese Fairy, I will give you fresh milk every morning.”
“Lately I’ve been with my life repelled; from this day on I’ll be more than glad! My day will come!” The Wolf was happy.
“But first we’ve got to free you,” reminded him Vovka.
“We have, indeed,” agreed Cheese-eater, “but how?”
Everybody became silent and started to think how to get the Wolf out. To return home and get Curdfritter’s axe? It would take a long time. Also, this was a fairy-tale forest, and even the stones here were alive, and so were the trees, of course. No one could bring himself to cutting them down. To ask Cheese-eater’s relatives to gnaw the trees through? Again it was impossible. The more they were thinking it over, the more pitiful the Wolf was. It looked like he imagined himself left in this trap for the rest of his life.
“Well, your greed caught you here, but at least you’re alive,” sighed Cheese-eater.
“Cheese-eater dear, what did you use to say – ‘please’ doesn’t bow and ‘thank you’ doesn’t bend its back?” asked Vovka suddenly.
“Yes, that’s right,” agreed Cheese-eater. “But why are you asking?”
“Because we are in a fairy-tale forest!”
“Well, of course we are, so what?”
“And in this forest everything is from a fairy-tale, right?” continued Vovka.
“That’s true as well,” said Cheese-eater, beginning to understand what Vovka had on his mind.
“So, that means that all the trees are alive and understand everything. And if you ask them well, they’ll set the Wolf free.”
“They’ll never do that,” grumbled the Wolf. “You’d better talk business instead of nonsense. I don’t believe they will free me only if we ask them for it.”
“But that’s exactly what we should do!” assured him Vovka. “We’ll ask them well, and they’ll let you go.”
“I’ve never seen such things happening,” insisted the Wolf.
“And yet they do happen!” exclaimed Cheese-eater. “You don’t believe in good things, that’s it. But one can move a mountain, if he only believes. There are kind people in the world. And kind trees as well.” Cheese-eater stepped beside, bowed and started talking with her muzzle up, “Father Forest, Mother Earth and your children, Trees! You are masters here and we are only guests. You treated us well, but still there is no place like home. Will you please set this senseless Wolf free? He’s got in this trap because of his own foolishness. Of course, if the Wolf is in the trap, everybody will be only glad. It will be peaceful in the forest without his mischief. Young Hares can play without caution, a strong Elk doesn’t expect to be attacked, and neither do the seven Kids and their mother. All the birds and animals are glad that the Wolf is in the trap. But in a garden everything grows, and the Wolf has his own place in our forest. He hadn’t been brought up somewhere else; he had been growing here, among us.”
Listening to Cheese-eater’s words, the Wolf burst into tears.
“Nobody loves me, nobody cares! Woe-oh-oh!”
“Stop howling!” The Wolf was getting on Cheese-eater’s nerves again. “What do you want them to love you for, for all your mischief? Your first task is for forgiveness to ask.”
“It’s easier to say than to do. I’ve never asked anyone for forgiveness in my whole life, also had no pity for anyone.”
“I can see that,” smiled Cheese-eater ironically. “Look, where you are now because of that.”
“All right, I’ll try to. Please, forgive me, Father Forest for breaking off branches, stomping on flowers, hurting small animals and birds. I won’t do this again, I swear!” The Wolf laid back his ears apologetically.
In a minute the tops of the trees swayed, the leaves rustled, as if starting to talk in many voices.
The young trees that had caught the Wolf suddenly bent to different sides and gave way to him. Vovka and Cheese-eater seized the captive at once and got him out of the trap. The Wolf was hardly alive and frightened. He stood still, too scared to move. Then he realized that he was free and jumped up, ran to the nearest clearing among the trees and raced round. When the Wolf finally became breathless, he came up to his saviours and confessed, “I thought I would die there.”
“Troubles torture, but give you a good fortune,” said Cheese-eater. “You’ll be kinder afterwards.”
“I will be the kindest wolf in the world, I swear!” promised the Wolf.
“And now let’s get to the place where you have seen the werewolf,” said Vovka. “We’ve got to hurry up.”
“Let me take you on my back, I’ll get dear Cheese-eater and you to that place in no time,” offered the Wolf.
“No, no!” Vovka didn’t like that idea. “I am so big and you are not young.”
“Are you joking?! I used to carry Ivan-zharevich with the Fire-bird and the apples that bring youth, and then with Elena the Beautiful.”
Vovka put Cheese-eater on the Wolf’s back, then had a seat himself and held the Wolf’s neck tightly. The Wolf started to run, moving so fast that one couldn’t even see the trees; they were all merged in a green blur. “Wow!” Vovka was excited. “Cool! What a transport!”
Near a small river the Wolf stopped. Vovka helped Cheese-eater down and walked away from the path.
“I saw it over there,” showed the Wolf.
“Let’s go all together to the bushes where you were sitting,” said Vovka.
They hid in the bushes and looked around. The path was seen well, and they were safely hidden behind the bushes. It looked like the Wolf had been telling the truth – the path was clearly seen, and if that strange animal had been walking here, the Wolf could have seen it without being noticed himself.
“And now let’s take the path in the direction this creature went away,” ordered Vovka. “You, Cheese-eater, run along the road and look under the bushes and burdocks; maybe you’ll find something interesting there.”
“There are a lot of interesting things there,” said Cheese-eater. “Berries, mushrooms, herbs…”
“Not of this kind. Look for something unusual and call us, if you find anything.”
“Maybe, it would be better if we didn’t do it, Vova,” suddenly said the Wolf, looking down. “Let this monster be.”
“You are afraid, aren’t you?” guessed Vovka. “So am I – a little bit. But we are many, and it is alone. And also, this is a fairy-tale land, and you should know that in fairy-tales evil is always defeated by good.”
“I know that, but if only you had seen it yourself, walking on its hind legs, fire out of the mouth, as if it were the Three-headed Serpent. Anyone would have been scared.”
“Last time you told us that there had been smoke coming out of his mouth,” smiled Vovka.
“So what’s the difference?” The Wolf waved aside. “There is no smoke without fire.”
“You are wrong here,” said the boy, and they went along the path.
The farther they walked away from the place where the Wolf had seen the monster, the gloomier was the Wolf and the merrier was Vovka. They were walking in silence for some time, but then heard Cheese-eater’s squeaking.
“Come here, come here! I’ve found something.”
Vovka and the Wolf ran to her call, racing each other. Cheese-eater was sitting under the rowan, pointing at a small object that was similar to a short yellow cotton stick.
“I don’t know,” she looked embarrassed, “maybe I am wrong, but you told me to look for something unusual, and such things don’t belong here. Also, it smells so dreadfully!” she added in a whisper.
“It doesn’t ‘smell’. It stinks!” The Wolf was indignant. “It stinks of a man!”
“Exactly – of a man!” confirmed Vovka. “When you said that the wolf was walking on its hind legs, I suspected that it had run away from a circus. But when I heard about the smoke, I guessed at once that it was smoking a cigarette.”
“What does a ‘cigarette’ mean?” asked Cheese-eater.
“A cigarette is a small paper tube stuffed with tobacco. On the other end of it there is a filter, the one you have found. They light a cigarette, it smoulders and people inhale different poisonous substances, breathing the smoke out.”
“If anyone does smoke in our fairy-tales, he smokes a pipe.” The Wolf was puzzled.
“That’s what I am saying – it was a human being. I thought so at once, but I had to check it. Now we know this for sure. He was carrying a strange load in a sack over his shoulder. I’d like to know what was in that sack.”
“Or who was there,” whispered Cheese-eater.
“So, what do we have now?” said the Wolf indignantly. “Does it mean that I was scared by a mere human? And he wasn’t a horrible magician, neither a monster that breathes out fire, nor a werewolf! Well, just he waits!”
“He is a werewolf, indeed,” said Cheese-eater, “because somehow he turned into a wolf.”
“Cheese-eater, dearest,” laughed Vovka, “we’ll skin him and see what kind of a werewolf he is.”
“What do you mean we’ll skin him?! How?” exclaimed Cheese-eater.
“In a very simple way,” smiled Vovka. “We’ll unbutton him and take the skin off.”
“Don’t talk about his skin when he is still not caught,” growled the Wolf. “I have been disgraced, so he belongs to me; he brought shame on my honest reputation.”
“And he calls it honest!” Cheese-eater pursed her lips.
“Don’t argue,” asked both of them Vovka. “Now it’s more important to find this fake wolf.”
And they followed the path, taking a closer look at the surrounding area. Somewhere here the mysterious werewolf was hiding, and he might have been the robber of the Cheese Fairy and her magic animals.
Someone was persistently ringing the doorbell of Vovka’s apartment. At first nobody could move, but then almost all of the grown-ups ran to open the door, hoping that Vovka came back. They didn’t see the boy, though, but a stranger in a policeman’s uniform.
“Hello! Have you called the police?” he asked sternly. “I am a district officer captain Cheesekin. Who has been missing?”
“Please, come in. Our child has disappeared.”
Everybody went back to the kitchen and sat at the table, bringing another chair for captain Cheesekin. The officer listened attentively to everyone, made notes about when and where Vova had gone and asked for a photo of the boy. Vovka’s Mama went to get a photo-album in another room, and Grandma offered the captain some tea.
“You must be hungry and tired. It’s already late and you are still at work. Have some tea, it’s very good, and let me make a sandwich for you.”
All his life Grandpa had been in the army, and Grandma knew well how hungry a man could be at the end of a hard day. Also, they had to think well where to look for the child, and it was very difficult to think when you were hungry. And finally, it was absolutely impolite to sit at the table and not offer tea to the guest, especially when he came to help. Grandma gave to captain Cheesekin strong sweet tea and moved all the trays and pots with the treats up to him. The captain tried to refuse, but Grandma talked him into having a snack for the benefit of their business. Then there came Mama with an album in her hands, and all of them started to look through the photos, trying to find the one they could give to the police. Vovka’s Mama felt so bad that she couldn’t even cry. Only mothers of the lost children could feel that bad. Everybody was trying to distract her by talking, but it was even worse, because they talked about what they saw in the album. And there was Vovka. With his Mama, Grandma and Grandpa. With his Aunt and Uncle in the park. With Pavlik, in glue and wood curls, assembling a boat. There was Vovka in every photo. But he wasn’t at home, and nobody knew where to look for him. Vovka’s Mama was looking through the album in silence, and the district officer Cheesekin was silently having tea and looking at Vovka’s Mama. “Of all things,” he was wondering, “she is such a beautiful woman, so kind, intelligent and with strong character. She is scared, but not crying. And they’ve got a great family. The boy is good, not a troublemaker or I would have known about him. Only where is he? Oh, if only I had such a great family! If such a scamp were waiting for me in the evenings, we would make some craft with glue or a hammer and nails. And then, while it would be drying, our whole family would walk before going to bed. Or we would play lotto, or just have tea with a pie.” The officer was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear somebody was addressing him. A suitable photo was found; it had to be copied and sent to all the police checkpoints.
“May I go?” asked the officer, looking at Vovka’s Mama for some reason.
“Good-bye,” said she.
Everybody started to say good-bye and was asking him to call as soon as he got news.
“May I come later, if you don’t mind?” asked Cheesekin, a little embarrassed.
And everyone told him that they would look forward to seeing him again.
The path was leading them away from a light and sunny bank of the river; the forest became dark and gloomy. Squirrels didn’t jump on bushy boughs of fur-trees any more, birds didn’t sing. Only sometimes a worried mother-bird would call its chickens, “Come on, fly home; you’ve got me to follow!” The Wolf cowardly put his tail between his legs, Cheese-eater climbed Vovka’s shoulder and was looking round attentively.
“We are approaching a damned place,” growled the Wolf hoarsely. He was evidently ready to run away, but ashamed to confess his cowardice.
“Why is it damned?” Vovka got interested.
“Baba Yaga’s old house is not far away, so everybody left this place long ago. You won’t find a fool to live here.”
“Don’t listen to him, Vova.” Cheese-eater was calm. “Nobody lives there any more. Baba Yaga(the old witch) moved house three years ago and doesn’t visit this place now. There are only fly agarics and toadstools, spider’s webs and lots of dust there. Nobody has lived in the house since that time.”
“But the place is still damned, it has never been good and it will never be,” insisted the Wolf.
“You are both right,” said Vovka, trying to reconcile them with each other. “Baba Yaga has moved and this is good. The one who is dressed up as a wolf definitely lives here; there is no other place he may go to.”
“No, it can’t be so!” exclaimed both Cheese-eater and the Wolf. “Who will dare to live in the dark forest, where Drowsiness lives and makes everyone who comes here drowsy and sleepy? And to live in the old Baba Yaga’s house! What if she comes to the place where she used to live and sees a stranger wandering in her private lands?”
“But someone dared to steal the Cheese Fairy’s cows and sheep, and then got her as well. Such a place fits this robber,” finished Vovka.
The Wolf scratched the back of his head.
“I guess you are right. Then we’ve got to be cautious, because the man is really evil.”
“Let’s do the following,” offered Vovka to his friends. “We’ll go openly and you, Wolf, will be our hidden force. You’ll creep quietly, and if something happens, you’ll get us out of trouble. Cheese-eater, if you feel any danger, hide under my shirt or into my pocket at once. You are small and will creep everywhere, and also you can get into any crack. If I’ll be in need for help, you’ll call for it.”
“I don’t like it. I am a mature wolf, and though you are bright, you’re too young to fight. I’ll attack the robber and you may sit on a tree stump and have rest.”
“Oh, how true the saying is that strength without sense is of a great expense! You will lose anything that you have found.” Cheese-eater shook her head. “What am I to do with you, the grey one? If it hadn’t been this little boy, we would never have guessed that it was a man dressed up as a wolf. And we wouldn’t have known where to look for him. The robber is not as strong as you are, but he is clever. He will cheat you! Remember, how often you were deceived by a fox. Let Vova go, he’ll see through this man’s cheating. And you’ll come for help and defend him.”
“All right, let’s do it this way,” agreed the Wolf. He was aware of his lack of quick wits. “We’ll do as you say.”
They separated, and Vovka with Cheese-eater on his shoulder bravely walked down the path, straight to the deserted Baba Yaga’s house. As for the Wolf, he plunged into the bushes and began quietly creeping along the road.
The forest became darker, the air smelled of dampness and rot.
“Baba Yaga wasn’t used to taking away the garbage; she always lived among the rubbish,” whispered Cheese-eater.
“I got it,” nodded Vovka. “This place needs to be cleaned up. You’ve got to organize a Volunteers’ Day or something.”
“But what is it and how can we do this?”
“It’s cleaning up a certain territory – near a house where you live or near a school you go to, in a park where you walk or in a forest where you go skiing in winter. They arrange about cleaning up together and come at the time agreed with shovels, brooms and carts for garbage. Some people bring watering-cans and flower seeds, others dig in swings and benches. They work fast and all together. But the main thing is that everybody gets cheerful, because only those come, who want to make their courtyard or forest lovelier and cleaner.”
“Oh, you are telling such good things!” Cheese-eater became sad. “It’s so dirty here, and we thought that Baba Yaga should do the cleaning. But, as you say, we can do this, because we live here, in this fairy-tale land.”
And then their talk came to an end, because they saw a ramshackle, lop-sided house. The smoke was coming out of the chimney on a rotten roof that sank to one side. There were scattered things near the house, and among old rusty iron pots Vovka saw several bells.
“Look!” whispered Cheese-eater. “They belonged to our cows. Where does he keep them?”
“This we are going to find out,” said Vovka decidedly and went to the house. He lifted his hand to knock, but then thought that one shouldn’t knock at the enemy’s door, so that the enemy could not get ready. Vovka pushed a small door, stooped and came inside.
The first thing Vovka and Cheese-eater saw when they entered a small, poorly-lit and mouldy room was a wolf. Speaking more precisely, it was a wolf’s skin. It was hanging on a stand near the door, and on a hook for hats there was a well-made mask of a wolf’s head. It was made so carefully that one couldn’t see the difference between this mask and a real wolf.
Near the stove, with his back to the door there stood a man. He was small and skinny, with uncut, uncombed, dirty and entangled hair. His clothes were untidy, too. He was busy with counting something, mumbling aloud figures and making notes in a tattered notebook. Everything in this shabby house was cluttered up; there were heaps of dirt, old things and clothes everywhere. Two skinny sheep were lying on the floor. They were either sleeping or very hungry, probably too weak to raise their heads. Vovka looked around carefully, trying to see where the rest of the stolen animals were, but there was no one else in the house. Cheese-eater forgot about their agreement and couldn’t help asking angrily, “So, that’s it! The Wolf is blamed, but the robber is Mister Unknown named! The Wolf is called a thief, but a neighbour is doing all the mischief! Before that the Wolf was the only one to play tricks, but you deprived him of that.”
The stranger jumped up, because he didn’t expect to see them, and Cheese-eater burst out laughing.
“He is looking behind like a wolf that is trying to see its tail. Brave before a lamb, but a lamb before the brave!” And then she said to Vovka in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid, little sparrow, fight the crow!”
The robber of the sheep finally turned around and sighed with relief, when he saw only a boy with a mouse on his shoulder.
“You’ve got a loud voice, ah? I was almost scared. Did they teach you at school that you shouldn’t walk alone in the forest?” he asked Vovka. Evidently, the robber calmed down and wasn’t taking his opponents seriously. Vovka was carefully examining him and couldn’t understand how such an untidy, but quite an ordinary man was able to get to a fairy-tale land. Why did he steal the fairy-tale sheep, goats and cows? And where had he hidden them? Also, where was the Cheese Fairy? There were many questions, but no answers. Vovka decided to ask them, no matter what might happen afterwards.
“How did you get here? Could it be that the old lady had sent you as well?”
“Me? The old lady?!” At first the dirty man was bewildered, but then he laughed so loudly that it was ringing in Vovka’s ears. “Had I been sent? I had hit on the idea all by myself – take that into consideration. I am a great scientist! I’ve calculated everything in space and time. No one before managed to get into the fairy-tale world, but I did! And not only to get here, but to exchange places with that nasty old woman. Now she lives among people instead of me, and I stay here.”
“Can it be true that I’ll never see our Cheese Fairy again?” exclaimed Cheese-eater.
“Why? You’ll see her. When I am finished here, we’ll exchange the worlds again. But this will take a lot of time.”
“And what is your business here?” asked Vovka. He saw the Wolf’s muzzle in the window, but shook his head, letting him know that they would do without his help.
“My business is really grand!” boasted this poor quasi-scientist. “At first I’ll make a list of all the fairy-tale creatures, and then I am going to find a buyer for every one of them in the human world. Those that can’t be sold I’ll leave here, and people will go on excursions to see them.”
“But how will all these people come here? This is impossible,” objected Vovka.
“There is nothing impossible, my boy. Science does progress. I managed to get here, so next time I’ll take other people with me.”
“But you can’t do such an unbelievably evil thing!” said Cheese-eater angrily. “The fairy-tale world will be destroyed if anybody who wants to is able to come here. Where there is honey, there are flies; this I can understand. But even every cheater knows that what you get by cheating won’t do any good to you. Instead of counting up your profits you’d better think what a misfortune you are going to bring. A thing that is little needs to be well treated. Little children will be left without fairy-tales; grown-ups won’t be able to remember their childhood. And our fairy-tale creatures may ignorantly do horrible things in your world – the Three-headed Serpent will burn something and Baba Yaga will do harm.”
“That’s none of my business. There is always someone who does some harm. I am not going to lose my money because of that. I have thought over and counted up everything, and also know how to spend my profit. And you now ask me to drop everything and leave!”
The Villain got angry, took a cigarette and lit it up. A cloud of pungent smoke filled the room. Cheese-eater sneezed, then her grey fur became pale green, she rolled up her eyes and fainted.
“What’s happened to her?” asked the Villain and added indifferently, “I don’t need sick animals; they are not worth the trouble.”
“What a stone-hearted person he is!” thought Vovka. “He probably never read fairy-tales when he was a child. Okay, we’ll try to approach the matter in a different way.” Vovka put his hand into the pocket – the fruits that the hospitable trees had gave him were still there. Vovka took the first one he found and pretended that he wanted to eat it. Then, as if trying to gain the man’s favour, he asked him in a tone of flattery, “You are such a great scientist! You have made such an important scientific discovery! Your calculations must take a lot of time and you don’t eat properly, do you?”
“That’s true. Give me this pear at once!”
“Please, help yourself.” Vovka offered the pear to the Villain and reached for a red juicy apple, also pretending that he wanted to have it.
“Give me the apple, too!” Vovka’s guess was right – the man was greedy. The Villain took the apple away and started to eat both the pear and the apple.
Vovka was observing him, captivated with the process, but nothing was happening so far. And only when the fruit had been eaten up and the cores were thrown on the floor, there came a soft click. In a moment the Villain’s nose grew longer and became similar to a pig’s snout, and on his head there were antlers.
Strangely enough, the animal’s appearance fitted the quasi-scientist more than a human one. Now a bewildered elk-pig was staring at Vovka, and only his body resembled a man. There was confusion in the Villain’s eyes, and then horror registered in them.
“W-w-what is it?” Having touched his new nose, he even started stammering in fear.
“I have no idea,” said Vovka. “Fairy-tales are your business; you should know what it is. Think of some formula for getting rid of these antlers and nose.”
“Are you making fun of me?” The Villain became quite angry.
“No, I am working out an agreement. You will tell us what you have done here and what you know about the Cheese Fairy. And I’ll tell you how to become human again.”
The poor Villain started talking at once.
“I’ve been thinking of getting into the fairy-tale world so many years, and finally I’ve calculated everything.”
“But why did you need to get here?” interrupted Vovka.
“You don’t understand. They have everything here that one can only imagine. I thought that I could get to their world and take what I would like, because I also wanted to have everything. And what I don’t need, I’ll sell.”
“But this is stealing!”
“Don’t pity them. They won’t be any the worse for it. Everything here is gets done by itself. If they need more, they’ll do it.”
“It does not get done by itself! Everything here exists according to special fairy-tale rules. And if you need that much, why haven’t you worked yourself?”
“I haven’t worked?! I couldn’t sleep at nights, thinking of how I could get here! And I’ve found the means of doing it, as you can see,” said the Villain proudly.
“So, you found yourself in a fairy-tale land, but what happened to you afterwards?”
“I started to look closely at all the creatures, making a list of those that could be bought in the first place. I decided to transport ordinary animals first: cows, sheep and goats. I found a herd that was suitable and started to take the animals away. I thought that it wouldn’t be wise to steal the cattle in the villages. There were many people there, and I was afraid they could beat me up. And then I saw that old woman who lived only with a cat and a mouse. I had no idea that she wasn’t that simple. I had already got several cows and sheep and was going to take them to the human world, but then suddenly that granny appeared. And such a lively woman she was, because she set off with my cows instead of me.”
“Not with your, but with her cows, she owns them. But how did she set off?”
“I am telling you, I was ready to go to our world, drove together all the animals, and then suddenly that old woman appeared, pushed me away and – hop! – was among people in a split second.”
“Did you try to follow her?”
“I did, but it hadn’t worked. I guess she took my place. We have changed places, she is there and I am stuck here. But just wait,” the sloven became angry again. “When she becomes homesick, we’ll exchange again.”
“It won’t be so,” there came a small voice.
“Cheese-eater, dearest, you’ve come to yourself!” Vovka was happy.
“Everything went dark before my eyes because of this poisonous stuff, and I felt really bad. But now I am better and so glad that this wicked man will stay here and won’t get home.”
And then there was the Wolf in the window, who asked pleadingly, “Vova, may I come in? I can’t hear everything and don’t want to miss the most interesting part.”
The Villain saw the Wolf and quietly slipped down to the floor. Then he carefully moved backwards to the wall. As for the Wolf, he entered the house and started to examine the wolf’s skin that was hanging on the stand with great interest.
“Look, this is my old suit; I’ve been looking for it everywhere! And what is this?” He cautiously touched a zipper.
“I… I’ve changed it a little,” cringed the Villain, almost voiceless of fear. “H-m-m, I’ve improved it, so to say. It’s a zipper, very convenient, you may try it.”
“A-ha,” nodded the Wolf. “And where did you get the head? Did you …borrow it as well?”
“No, no, how could I?” The Villain was trying to please the Wolf. “It’s only a mask to a fancy dress, but a very real one, isn’t it? It looks so natural.”
“More than natural,” growled the Wolf, remembering how he had been scared – only by a human in his own old suit! “But why do you have so few sheep?”
“You see,” the Villain was trying to justify himself, “this is the second group, I have only started to gather them. As for the first one, they skipped away with your old lady. She turned out to be such a lively one, you know.”
“Don’t you touch our old lady!” The Wolf chattered his teeth. “Get her back immediately!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll return her at her best. We have exchanged places with your old lady, so to say. We’ll exchange one more time, I’ll go to my place, and she’ll return here, so you will get her safe and sound.”
“Don’t even think of that, sweetie,” squeaked Cheese-eater spitefully. “You’ll stay here for the rest of your life and never see your home again.”
Now it was Vovka’s turn to get scared. He wanted to go home so much! He had found the robber of the animals, got to know where the Cheese Fairy was, so it was time for him to come back to Mama. Vovka was hoping to return together with this pseudo-scientist, but now it looked like they were destined to stay here forever.
Cheese-eater was happy. She was always happy when good gained a victory over evil. Though in fairy-tales it happened every day, she never grew tired of admiring a just ending. Usually she was looking at such stories from aside, but today she was participating in it herself. Like all little mice, Cheese-eater enjoyed the feeling of her own importance. She, Cheese-eater, a little thin-tailed mouse, was going to say the most important words to the Villain. She even became puffed up of her own significance.
“Okay, Cheese-eater, don’t torment us,” said Vovka. “Why is he going to stay here?”
“That’s right, why?” asked the Wolf as well.
The Villain said nothing; he only arched his back, put his hands on the head, where the antlers were, and his snout twitched as if he was going to cry.
“Don’t you get it? The Cheese Fairy has sent Vova to exchange places WITH HIM. He’ll go home and she will come back here.”
“But what about me?” whispered the Villain very quietly.
“You will live here until you become good. How can we let you live among people? You are wicked, envious, greedy, stealthy and have evil thoughts. With your bright mind you should be good and make discoveries for the welfare of all people. Then you will feel well, too. Did you think you could come in our fairy-tale world, play your mean tricks and leave unpunished? You were wrong to think this way. You’ve baked this pie; you will be the first one your cooking to try.”
“But I only wanted to make some money!”
“You’ve got to be patient enough, for money doesn’t fall from above. You didn’t want to earn that money, working yourself; you wanted to steal something that didn’t belong to you. You had your eye on our fairy-tales and could have left all people without them. It’s true that one black sheep will mar a whole flock.”
“I’ll change,” promised the Villain. “Upon my word, I’ll be good!”
“The Villain’s word?” smiled Cheese-eater ironically. “We’ll live and see. A horse has four legs, and yet it stumbles. Every family has its skeleton in the cupboard. Sometimes even two of them.”
“Cheese-eater dear,” Vovka dropped his eyes and stopped short. “Do you really think I’ll get home? It’s so great to be here with you, but you see, Mama must be worried by now and Pavlik is waiting for me to assemble his aircraft. It would be a pity…” Vovka stopped talking again.
Cheese-eater looked at him with sympathy and smiled, “Of course, you will come back. You’ve found the Villain, and when the Cheese Fairy comes to us, you’ll be home almost at once! If one thing comes true, another will as well.”
“Maybe, I will go with him, too?” asked the Villain.
“Don’t pick an apple when it’s still not ripe,” said Cheese-eater strictly. “When it is, it will fall down itself.”
“As for me, I still can’t understand,” there came the Wolf’s voice, “where did the Cheese Fairy put her goats, sheep and cows to? She couldn’t be walking in the streets with such a herd!”
“Where?” Vovka thought for a while and then laughed. “You won’t believe it, but the point is in the hat! She made them very small and put on her hat; she couldn’t place them anywhere else.”
“Good gracious!” whistled the Wolf.
Cheese-eater wasn’t too modest, “Our Cheese Fairy can anything do, and will help everybody, too.” She became silent for a second and then added, “And you are not that simple as well. Will you give us a ride, the grey one?”
“Why not?” exclaimed the Wolf lively. “You are talking sense. Have a seat on my back. The more, the merrier! I’ll give you a great ride.”
“What kind of a ride?” the repented Villain didn’t understand.
“Don’t worry, a good one. Only take off your snout and antlers or we’ll be laughed at.”
“Oh,” remembered Vovka, taking other fruits out of his pocket. “Please, take them!”
“No way!” The quasi-scientist jumped aside.
“Eat them up and you’ll be better,” advised Cheese-eater.
“Do you think so?” The Villain was hesitating. Then he touched the antlers one more time, sighed and took an orange. Vovka felt sorry for him; the hands of the former Villain were shaking when he was peeling the orange.
“I’ll try,” he said and had some segments.
Nothing happened and he ate the whole orange up. And then an unpredictable thing happened; in addition to his queer appearance he had also got long grey donkey’s ears! At first he didn’t understand what was going on. He touched his nose, then his head and let out a loud yell.
“It’s because of you! You did it on purpose!”
“No, it’s an accident, and I am sorry for it. I gave you the wrong fruit. Here you are.” And Vovka took the rest of the fruits out of his pockets.
The unhappy Villain looked at them suspiciously. Then sighed deeply and took everything.
“The worst has already happened,” said he and started eating the fruits without choosing. When he had them all, his nose and head became his own again, and he touched them happily.
Finally, all of them were seated on the Wolf’s back and he let out a sound of satisfaction; he was really glad to give them a ride again.
“Are we too heavy for you?” asked the Villain, holding both sheep in his arms.
“One can’t back out once he’s begun. Yoo-hoo! Let’s get a move on!”
How great it was to ride on the Wolf’s back among the forests and fields! It was much more pleasant than before. Now the task was fulfilled, and though Vovka was a little troubled with the thoughts about returning home, he felt at ease and was much happier. It was so funny to look at the dumb-founded apology quasi-scientist, who had difficulty with finding appropriate words for all that and was riding with his mouth wide open. Had he really wanted to sell someone all this beauty, friendship and joy? Now the Villain was almost ashamed of his blindness. How could it happen that he hadn’t seen the most important things, though he had been living long and read fairy-tales when he was a child? As for Vovka, he was looking into Cheese-eater’s bright eyes that were filled with delight and thought that she would ride the Wolf more often now. And though this adventure had been great and wonderful, Vovka was glad that it was coming to an end. When he saw Curdfritter sitting on the porch, he felt sad, thinking that maybe he wouldn’t see him again, but still realized that most of all he wanted to go home.
When the Wolf stopped in front of the house made of yellow and orange stones, Curdfritter coldly said, “Our-r scamp has a finger-r in ever-ry pie.”
“No, Curdfritter, the Wolf has helped us! A friend in need is a friend indeed.” Cheese-eater defended the Wolf.
“I can see that you have come with your-r hands empty. You haven’t found my dear-r Cheese Fair-ry,” said Curdfritter sadly.
“She will come back soon,” assured him Cheese-eater. “And Vova will return home.”
“Then why are we still standing her-re? Come in, come in, dear-r guests, we’ve got to tr-reat our saviour-r with the best. If you are not seated, you can’t be tr-reated. And we’ll make some cheese together with Vovochka. Come on, dear-r fr-riend, have some of our br-read,” said Curdfritter. The Wolf became wordless at the sight of such hospitality, carefully holding very thin sheep in his strong paws. For the first time in his life he felt like an invited guest.
In the kitchen the fire in the stove was burning again and there was something cooking in a pot.
“Now tell me, my fr-riend Vova, would you like to make cheese with me?”
“But may I?” Vovka was surprised. “This cheese is special, it’s magic!”
“It is special, but you are special, too,” purred Curdfritter.
Cheese-eater ran to the shed to see the rest of the cows and sheep and tell them the good news. The Wolf and the Villain sat down at some distance from the stove: the Wolf did not like fire and the Villain somehow guessed that Curdfritter would not allow him to walk around in his dirty clothes. Also, they were talking about the magic cheese and it was great honour to cook it – one had to be good to earn such honour. Vovka didn’t take his eyes from Curdfritter, yet he could not say where he was had got different pots and jars from. It seemed to him all these spices bottles were appearing from the air in Curdfritter’s paw.
“Well, well, well…” Curdfritter muttered, reading the labels. ”For-rest where mushr-rooms gr-row – two pinches; r-ripe watermelon ar-roma – one pinch; milk fr-resh fr-rom the cow that you have befor-re going to bed – one drop; hot summer midday on the r-river – one teaspoon; waiting for Chr-rismas mir-racles – one third of a glass. Slides, Chr-ristmas car-rols, r-ripe apples on tr-ree br-ranches – equal parts; the smell of Chr-ristmas tr-ree and wild flowers – accor-rding to your taste.”
Vovka was enchanted with the iron pot where something was bubbling and boiling; he knew he would never see such things cooking anywhere else in the world.
“Wow!” he whispered. I can watch how a real miracle is being made!”
“Do you call it a mir-racle?” snorted Curdfritter. “A r-real mir-racle is that one ordinar-ry boy has saved the whole fair-ry-tale land!”
Vovka tried to object that he hadn’t done anything special. But Curdfritter with the Wolf (who was nursing the sheep) and Cheese-eater, who had come back, and even the Villain were so fervently convincing him that he was a real hero, that the boy stopped arguing. Indeed, he helped to prevent further stealing of the animals, saved the Wolf’s reputation and hoped to return the Cheese Fairy.
Cheese-eater took the magic table-cloth out of her pocket, laid it on the table and they had a real feast. They had as much as they wanted to, and even the always hungry Wolf, who wasn’t used to much food, was finally so full that he dozed off right at the table.
It was getting dark. Only one day was over in the land of fairy-tales, but they had had so many adventures! Vovka understood that everything would come to an end very soon, but still Cheese-eater’s words were unexpected by him.
“All is well that ends well,” she said with a sigh. “Every cook praises his own broth. There is no place like home. At home even the walls help, and a bowl of a plain soup is not that bad. You are kind, Vova, and for a kind person every day is good. Live the way you are used to, and your happiness will find you everywhere, even at home, near a stove.’
“Dear Cheese-eater, we don’t have stoves. We’ve got radiators,” corrected her Vovka.
“This is not important,” replied Cheese-eater. “The important thing is that if you treat others kindly, you’ll be treated kindly as well.”
“Saying good-bye only makes me cry,” said Curdfritter, wiping away tears with his paw.
“When you are in time transition,” spoke the Wolf hoarsely, “remember me.”
As for the repented Villain, he said nothing, only sighed enviously, realizing that for him the world Vovka would soon return to would be closed until he changed completely. But the most important thing was that he started to understand that this would be the best way for him, because to live like a villain was not a pleasant thing at all.
Cheese-eater was sitting on Curdfritter’s lap and wiped away tears with his colourful apron – the tears were her own, Curdfritter’s and the Wolf’s. The Wolf was crying for the first time in his life, because he was saying good-bye to a friend, and before that he hadn’t had any. Still, his consolation was that four of his new friends were going to stay with him. And then every one of them gave Vovka a hug and said good-bye, Cheese-eater whispered to him, “Go!” and he went home. He came out of the house with the blue porch and the clay bells over the door, had a final look at the orange specks in yellow stones, at the flower pots on the window-sills and the embroidered curtains. And then without looking back he followed the path – past the well, through the wonderful forest, to the flowery meadow that looked like a fine carpet. Somewhere far from here his Mama was waiting for him, and Vovka missed her so much. He said good-bye to the trees and thanked them for their magic fruits that had been so well to the point. He also said good-bye to the flowers, brightly-coloured birds and butterflies that one could see nowhere else. When Vovka came to the place where he had found himself after eating the magic cheese, he didn’t know what to do. He stopped and started to wait. After a while he felt that he was lifted up into the air and carried somewhere so fast that he couldn’t see anything. Still, it seemed to him that in the opposite direction there rushed the old lady in the old-fashioned clothes that you could see only in a museum, and in the hat you could hardly imagine, with toy cows, sheep and goats on its brims. Vovka winked, and the old lady disappeared, as if she had never been there before. The flight was over and there came darkness.
Captain Cheesekin worked energetically. At first he sent the boy’s photo to all the police checkpoints in the city, asking them to check carefully all little passengers and pedestrians. Then he returned to Vovka’s courtyard and started to make the round of all the neighbours, apartment by apartment. He was asking them who had seen the boy and when they saw him, what Vovka was doing at that time, whether he was happy or not and who was with him. The whole situation was rather strange: everybody had seen Vovka entering the doorway, coming back from the store. But nobody had seen him coming out afterwards. The captain knew that the young mothers, who were playing with their children in a sandbox, might have been mistaken, because they were watching their children more than anybody else. Those, who were walking the dogs, might have been mistaken, too, as well as the drivers. But grandma Klava from the second floor could never make a mistake. She would sit near her window and watch everything that was going on in the yard during the whole day. And if grandma Klava hadn’t seen anything, then you could make only one conclusion – either the child had disappeared in a very queer way or he hadn’t disappeared at all. The boy went to the store, came home, made tea and then disappeared. What if he hadn’t disappeared at all? Captain Cheesekin was an experienced policeman and his flair for searching always helped him to find the solution to a problem. But today both the captain and his flair were in a blind alley. The night was coming, but the captain was far from the end of his investigation, because there was no evidence of any crime. Nothing had happened, still the child had disappeared. The captain raised his head and saw the light in the window of Vovka’s apartment. It seemed like everyone was still there, sitting in the kitchen. The captain sighed and went to Vovka’s doorway.
They were glad to see him. He was right, everybody was still there, but they were not having tea. They didn’t want to leave this place, where there was soft and cozy light, coming from a red fringed lampshade. The captain understood them well. It was easier to be nervous in the kitchen than in the living-room or in the child’s room. At first everybody thought that the officer had some news and started to question him all together, but then stopped short. When the captain saw their drooping shoulders and sad eyes, he decided to share his information. Everyone was listening to him with interest, but when he offered to search the apartment, they were evidently disappointed. But they couldn’t refuse a representative of the authority and went together with him. It was strangely clean in Vovka’s room, no toys were scattered around and because of that the room was even lonelier. There was no trace of Vovka in Mama’s bedroom, either. Then they checked the storage room, all the wardrobes, cabinets and the loggia. Nobody was there. The captain was ready for that, but still felt rather silly. Until the last minute he was hoping that the child might be at home. He might have played hide-and-seek, hid in the wardrobe and fell asleep.
Still nervous and more disappointed, they went back to the kitchen. Grandma offered to have some tea and started to put everything on the table again. It was impolite to offer a slice of cheese that was left on a plate, so she ate it. Her thoughts were with her missing grandson, and she didn’t even notice how she put the cheese into her mouth and ate it up absent-mindedly. She was thinking that it would be so good if Vovka really were at home. Then Grandma made everyone have tea and eat something. The most difficult task was to talk Vovka’s Mama into eating something, but it was impossible not to give in to Grandma’s persuasions. And then, when all of them were silently chewing something, they heard a tinkle in Vovka’s room. Actually, anything could have produced such a sound, even a toy that had fallen down. But everybody was so nervous that they were up immediately, running there.
Vovka was in his room, sleeping soundly. They were standing at the door and looking at the boy. Captain Cheesekin couldn’t help crossing himself, because though he had seen many things in his life, he had never seen such a miracle before. They were in this room a minute ago, and it was completely tidied up. There were no children in it. And now they had the boy, sleeping soundly in his bed, with a purple bruise on his arm, with the toys beside him – a red plush cat, a little clockwork mouse and a well-worn rubber wolf. The captain sighed with relief. Tomorrow he will write in his report that the boy had been playing and then fell asleep, and the grown-ups hadn’t noticed him. If he wrote the truth that a little child had vanished in his own apartment and then appeared again, many researchers would come to find out more about this mysterious phenomenon. People from television would come with their cameras, as well as journalists, who would want an interview. Many people would come out of curiosity, and the doorway and the yard would be crowded. And then (with this thought captain Cheesekin looked at Vovka’s Mama) you could say good-bye to a restful evening with lotto and a pie. And he couldn’t allow this to happen.
“Pasha, do you think it has been only my dream?”
Pavlik didn’t answer. He stood near the window-sill, looking out of the window. “Listen, a puppy is whining somewhere, let’s feed it.”
Vovka took milk and a hamburger out of the fridge. Pavlik was ahead of Vovka, walking on crutches.
“I don’t know, maybe it was a dream. Did you wish to see how the cheese was being made? Well, you saw it. I wanted to win the competition in aircraft modeling and I did it. Mama wanted me to walk. If only she had wished that I could play in the national soccer team!” Pavlik smiled dreamily. “You know, maybe I’ll be able to do it, after all! Hey, who do you belong to, the shaggy one? Isn’t it great, Vovka?”
“It really is. He is so fluffy and yellow, a real watchdog. You can see that at once, though it’s only a puppy. I wonder, what will Mama say if I take it home?”
“I think, she won’t mind. It’s a pity I am only learning to walk, otherwise I would take it. But it will be comfortable living with you. Your father will teach us how to train it and we’ll make a police dog out of it.”
“No, we’d better train it to be a sledge-dog. Since my Aunt and Uncle had twins, they needed a sledge-dog to pull the babies’ sledge.”
“What sledge are you talking about? They are too small yet and can’t even sit!”
“The puppy is too small as well. It will mature, and they will grow up, too. And also we need a dog that can be a baby-sitter. Pashka, do you mind if I take it? Oh, it smells of milk! Let’s go home, Cheesie!”
And that was the end of the story. Captain Cheesekin became a major. In the evenings he often plays soccer with Vovka, and Pavlik plays with them on his crutches. Aunt Lena watches them out of the window and cries happily. Vovka’s Mama watches them, oo and thinks that it’s high time to put a pie into the oven. She also thinks that it would be great if Vovka had a little brother or a sister. This thought came to her when she was playing with Aunt and Uncle’s twins. Aunt is fond of her daughter and dresses her up as a princess. Uncle reads sports news to his son and, though the babies are only twelve weeks old, Aunt is sure that her daughter is a woman of fashion, and Uncle thinks that his son will be an athlete. But we will live and see what they are going to be. Grandpa and Grandma are completely happy. They say that they are enjoying the best years of their life. And I really believe them.
The shop assistants in the store only make hopeless gestures, when they are asked about the ‘Magic cheese’. They say that they have never had it. Sometimes even Vovka has doubts whether he’s had all these adventures. Then he asks Pavlik, “Pasha, do you think it was only a dream?”
“Maybe, it was a dream for you,” says Pavlik, “but for us it came true.”