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    Agate Mirrors
    Agate Mirrors
    Agate Mirrors
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    Agate Mirrors

    By Andrey Ogonkov

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    How often do you forget about nonessential things? How often do you pass them by without even noticing? Even so, in a moment of insight you look at this thing and think: “it's time to throw it out.” But there are some things, truly dark things that are not so easy to get rid of. That is what happened with the mysterious Agate mirror...

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherizdat-knigu.ru
    Release dateMar 12, 2015
    ISBN9781310379529
    Agate Mirrors
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    Andrey Ogonkov

    Andrey Ogonkov is the discovery of Dmitry Glukhovsky, the author of the word-famous bestseller “Metro 2033”."Agate Mirrors" is the new project of A. Ogonkov, whose stories have become bestsellers multiple times.Andrey Ogonkov is perhaps the youngest of nowadays published writer. At the age of 19 he wrote a novel that became a bestseller of the Internet-shop “Ozon.ru” within several days.Andrey Ogonkov:It turns so out that children in our country coming face to face with not in the least children’s problems grow up too early. I have my own experience of overcoming fears and horrors thanks to my belief that didn’t allow me to choose a dangerous way in my life. Finding myself homeless 12 years ago I have created the world in which I have been living till present day.

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      Book preview

      Agate Mirrors - Andrey Ogonkov

      Agate Mirrors

      Andrey Ogonkov

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      Genre

      children's fantasy, adventure, mysticism

      Annotation

      In an old stone house a boy named Dakota discovers a mystical Agate mirror, which turns out to be a portal into a mysterious world where Dakota meets his perfect friend. As it turns out, in a stranger's apartment, there are other special mirrors, and other perfect friends. Each of them wants to keep the boy for themselves.

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      Copyright Andrey Ogonkov 2015 г.

      Smashwords edition

      Contents

      Foreword

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      One Year Later

      About the Author

      Foreword

      How often do you forget about unnecessary stuff? How often do you pass by them and don’t even notice them? However, enlightenment happens and you look at this thing and think It must be thrown away. But there are things, indeed dark things, that are very hard to be done away with. That is what happened with the mysterious Agate mirror...

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      To contents

      Chapter 1

      Dakota lost count. Eleven years have been passed, and he was constantly asked the same question: Are you an Indian? And all because of his name, as his mum says, it comes from the ancient Indian tribe. However, was it true or not, mum didn’t know for sure.

      It seems to me you are an Indian, Jay kindly slapped Dakota on his back, and had a fright of his life when that one unexpectedly for him, grinned wickedly. The guy quickly looked away.

      Dakota has grown in a huge beautiful house which was built of a natural stone. Such dwellings architects call as a home for the ages. The boy felt safe knowing stone house were flame and wear proof. Such one is not afraid of a hurricane; it won’t be pulled into pieces with thousands of tornadoes.

      You don’t have to be afraid. The house is like a bunker! - Once dad said willingly, when massive black clouds were gathering behind the window.

      But there are elements that lead a secret life right under your nose, in a place that was believed all your life as an impregnable fortress.

      The house was too big just for one family, so it was divided into several apartments, and two of them had been taken recently. The apartment next door was taken by two young writers Dick and Jay. Both of them were constantly emulous of each other on a poetic duel. They had three talking parrots: Rowley, Tolkien and Carroll. They were named in honor of the famous writers.

      Very soon we will be famous, Dakota, and you will be constantly pressed by paparazzi, Dick said arrogantly, feeding a parrot with a dried fruit from an allsorts bag.

      Imagining angry journalists crowding at his doorstep, the boy imagined him repeating again and again he had not any roots with the Indians!

      Don’t feed Rowley with pineapples, he does not like them! Jay grabbed a bag of fruit, and began to check its contents.

      "Dakota, have you been warned all ready?

      No, the boy said. He would remember it for sure.

      Don’t come close to the pit!

      What pit? He was surprised, trying to remember.

      You’ve been living here for so many years, not having seeing the pit?

      In the apartment, where an astronomical tower was, a strange Mister lived with a strange name, which it is likely was invented by himself. Sometimes he spoke with an accent, then without it. Dakota knew a man was named as Carlo Karallo and he breed toads.

      Since my childhood I’ve been dreaming to breed someone. We have been preparing for the world exhibition for a long time. Every day I polish their bodies and feed with vitamins. They have a dressing room and a lot of amazing vintage costumes for the upcoming show. Wigs, dresses, make up - all seriously. We are short of time! Can you imagine?

      Dakota didn’t understand why Mr. Carlo chose toads.

      How can they be prepared for anything?

      Not really. Moreover, toads are ugly.

      You just haven’t seen them in action, so you haven’t a chance to be imbued with enthusiasm.

      I wonder what kind of action he was talking about, Dakota was thinking. Sitting at the same spot?

      Probably, toads interfere your sleeping at night, Dakota suggested, but Carlo only mannered dismissed.

      Personally, I’m not. But the pit does. Sometimes I can hear it makes sounds. I don’t advise you to approach it.

      He was surprised. Why everyone was keeping clear of some pit, which he had never ever heard about?

      Dakota doubted the Carlo’s idea of dressing up toads and, in the end, thought: The main thing they don’t get into my house.

      August came. Dakota decided to go outside and look around. Who knows maybe he had a chance to see something new, or the terrible pit.

      Near the house was a pond, and a torn bungee jump was swaying on one of the trees. The pond looked neglected. All around were floating with green algae, twigs, fallen rotten leaves, and three dead fish.

      Local authorities keep promising to clean up the pond, and every time going out into the street, the boy, with the hope, imagines it’s perfectly clean. Dad even once bought a toy boat on the remote control, but in such a terrible place, it will just stick somewhere.

      Well, - dad tried to cheer him up, You may start it in the bath until the pond is not cleaned. That is, by the way, disappoint the boy no less. It was rusty and a century-old one.

      Behind the pond, among of pine trees, surrounded with weeds and nettles, was a pit, where shamelessly neighbors discard rubbish of every kind.

      Do not worry, Cat, - Jay said, boldly cutting the boy's name.

      This amazing pit sucks everything what comes into it.

      Like a funnel?

      That is, old man, - one has reported.

      And where does it all go? And why I’m an old one? You are older than me.

      Being miles away, that men pursed his lips and went back into the house. Jay realized that living for such a long time in the house, he never asked himself where all the garbage disappeared.

      Soon, as a part of the study, was found that their habitat was teeming with mice and owls. Once again Dakota went to the pit to throw in it mug and look how it would suck it in the bowels of the earth. The boy noticed ash-gray owls, constantly flitting from tree to tree, with those very close to him, flying over head. It turned out birds were hunting for a mouse, which was quietly sneaking around near Dakota. A coal-black, sparkling in the sun fur, the boy seemed very unusual and rare colors.

      The boy was filled with pity for a helpless black mouse and brought it home. He found a box, bladed grass to stuff the box and realized that the mouse salvation was the most spectacular event for the last few days.

      There is nothing interesting happens at all – he complained, holding the animal in front of the eyes. But I can make your life more interesting.

      He intended to put the box in the most beautiful place, to stick it with bright clippings from mum's magazine, or maybe to color it with gouache.

      It is possible to attach the towers on the corners - he thought. But Dakota lost his interest to meccano two years ago, and his parents gave it to his friends who stayed with them for Christmas.

      Animals didn’t like Dakota. Being a child he always pulled them by tails and deliberately stroked the wrong way. But now was another matter. He was eleven years old – it wasn’t nice to offend juniors at that age.

      What's your name? - The boy asked, but the mouse didn’t respond.

      Let's give you a name? I am going to list, and you nod if you like something.

      The mouse dispassionately looked at the keeper with its black eyes, and he thought it was intrigued.

      Spiny? Spooky? Junior? Claus? Fluffy? - Animal didn’t respond.

      You are not sleeping now, aren’t you? Hmm. What about Chris? Maybe Puffy? Max?

      The black mouse rose up

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