Cheerful locomotive Chu-Chukhin and his friends. Good fairy tales with fantasy elements. Fedir Tytarchuk

pointing, but then, when my eyes got used to the sunlight, I saw a terrible picture. If earlier I heard that there is somewhere in the sea where magnetic witchcraft attracts all lost or sunken ships and this place is called the cemetery of lost ships, then I saw something similar here. Only here there was a large endless swamp, overgrown in places with small bushes, covered with mud, marsh grass and something else that grows in swamps, and in the middle of all this lay old, rusty steam locomotives. Most of them went deep under the water and only their roofs protruded to the surface, somewhere locomotive pipes stuck out, right in front of me, about a hundred meters away, only the wheels protruded from the water – the locomotive must have turned over and was lying upside down. There were locomotives of all possible models here, there were a lot of them. They leaned on each other, pressed their sides, noses, and dived under each other. In the distance I even noticed an armored train. His rusty guns were looking in my direction and it was creepy.

      – You can’t go there, my dear! – the old woman smiled and offered to go up to her hill. – There is death there. Certain death for any locomotive that gets there. Just recently, in my memory, one just like him stepped into a swamp, but he couldn’t get out. The swamp dragged him away and swallowed him whole.

      – How can this be? – I was surprised. – How does this happen?

      – I don’t know. – answered the old woman.

      – A terrible secret! – the black cat purred.

      – Yes, I see, you’re already worn out,’ the old woman shook her head, lisping from time to time. ‘He wandered into lost places, but at least he found us, – Grandma said. – Don’t be afraid of us. We are locals, we have lived here for a long time, we know all the ins and outs. Let’s help someone who is lost.

      – We’ll help. – the light cat purred and rubbed against my wheel. – And the wheel is broken!

      – Oh! – the old woman perked up. – How is it broken? – ran up to me. – It’s really not good with the wheel. Needs treatment.

      – You need to treat, you need to treat. – the cats agreed with her.

      – Shall we help the engine? – the old woman asked the cats.

      – We’ll help, we’ll help. – they purred and began to wink at her somehow mysteriously.

      – Do you understand mechanics? – I became interested too.

      – Why not! – the old woman was surprised. – We understand. And we understand a lot of things.

      – So you are mechanics! – I burst out. Although the hunched old woman and two cats didn’t really look like mechanics.

      – Almost. – the black cat purred. – We are more than mechanics. We have mechanical magic. We repair using the power of spells, decoctions, tinctures, oil mixtures and other technical substances unknown to backward science.

      – Wow! – I was surprised. -Where is your hangar?

      “It’s not far, my dear,” the old woman entered the conversation. – Here, not far. Just about thirty minutes to walk through the forest and we’ll be there. – she narrowed her eyes.

      – What about half an hour, we’ll get there faster. – the black cat picked up, licking his lips for some reason.

      – We have everything ready there, – the old woman did not stop talking all the way. – We’ll give you a poultice, change the oil, straighten the metal with tinctures, dissolve the rust and build up the metal in these places. – We understand a lot about these matters. – she whispered.

      I’ll say right away that the forest was the same – gloomy, cold, damp and dark. The branches still closed over the pipe, not allowing light to pass down; the underbrush covered the entire space between the tree trunks. We walked along a green tunnel. It even seemed to me that it was as if the trees parted to the sides just for us, opening a passage, but never opening the branches above us.

      I listened with half an ear to the old woman, looking around all the time. It seemed to me that from there, from behind the bushes, from behind the tree trunks, from the darkness, someone was watching us. And there were a lot of observers there, several behind each tree. They were all angry and were ready to jump out and attack. Now I understand why the old woman from time to time stopped telling me about her mechanical magic and shushed me towards the forest. She probably calmed those who were sitting there.

      The cats walked nearby, proudly raising their tails. One is to my right, the other is to my left.

      “But we’re almost there,” the old woman pointed forward. – Here is our hangar – a hut.

      Something loomed ahead, occupying the entire passage. It was an ordinary wooden hut. Ordinary but not quite ordinary. An old tree covered with moss in the dampness. The only window had not been washed for a long time, and the roof, made of reeds, had darkened and required replacement. The Khatynka swayed from time to time and from the outside it seemed that it was breathing.

      – How will we all fit there? – I was surprised.

      – Don’t worry about that, honey! – said the old woman. – Here, look. – and she suddenly whistled. Her whistling immediately made my ears clog, and when she stopped, I couldn’t hear well for some time.

      – Hey, wooden one, turn your front to me, your back to the forest! – the old woman shouted. At that moment it seemed to me that I had already heard this phrase somewhere, but I just couldn’t remember where.

      The “wooden” trembled, groaned and, to my surprise, began to rise. The Khatynka rose upward, pushing branches to the sides, and then the trees themselves. The trees diverged as if alive, the branches prudently bent to the sides, and those that did not have time simply broke under the pressure of the hut that had begun to move.

      – Come on, you wooden one! – shouted the black cat. – Are we going to wait here for you for a year?!

      Khatynka rose up on her manipulators, turned there half a turn and just as carefully and slowly sank down. We stood aside and only now did I understand the true size of this building. It was huge, three hangars high and five locomotives wide. While we were standing far away, it seemed to us no more than an ordinary house.

      There were no windows on this side, just one door and a large hangar gate. The gates opened and the old woman invited me to enter there

      – Here we are at home, – she showed the way. – We have here decoctions, roots, and machine oils infused with fir cones. – And the stove is miraculous.

      – Why a stove? – I was surprised. In the middle of the hut, which was the size of a hangar, there was a huge stove, into which the entire locomotive fit and there was still room left. The oven was already heated up and even glowing with heat.

      – How could it be otherwise? – the old woman made a surprised face.

      – This is to steam your bones. – added the light cat.

      – This is to remove the locomotive damage from you. – the dark cat purred.

      – So that all the bruises become softer and healing decoctions can straighten them out.

      – So that the healing fire will separate the rust from your body, and then we can weld the metal onto you with oil extracts.

      And their words sounded so sweet, the stove was so inviting. Well, just like the swamp when I was making my way through the forest. And I was already moving towards the stove, into the warm and pleasant heat, when suddenly the comparison with the obsession in the forest became comparable to what was happening now. This comparison brought me to my senses, something pulled me back and the spell immediately subsided. The warm heat of the stove turned into scorching heat, and I even began to feel how the metal was gradually giving in and was about