The legend of Marzul

no village throughout the mazur area is prettier and happier than the one in janek.

in the spring, flowers are blooming on the pastures, and the fragrance is snorting; in the summer, the birds sing and sing softly over the wind-blowing fields; and in the autumn, the fruit of the orchard is full of red and golden branches.

in the evening, the girls and the women in the room circled the carts, swirling and singing songs about the old girl.

those rollers surprised janek.

each of the rollers has different decorations and dots.

a little silver bell on my mother's roller, a gift from my mother's fiancé, janek's father, when she was young.

little silver bells on the roller coaster to avoid evil.

with little silver bells, she's not afraid to mess with ghosts.

spoilers, as we all know, are the devils who love naughtyness.

he's sometimes turned into a big sling to scare the fish in the lake.

sometimes it becomes a firebird, flying under the roof of a hut, setting it on fire.

he's the one who's good at messing up, tearing up, wiping around the veiled women.

but he doesn't like silver bells.

once, the silver bell went somewhere.

since then, bad things have happened in the village.

laughter disappears, hears nothing, sings nothing.

the mood in the village is so dreary that people are beginning to like fighting, one face and another.

one day, janek played in the village and saw two boys holding a wedding bride.

the bird squeaked, beats his wings, but the boys don't care.

"they'll kill her." janek thought.

"let the bird go, let it go." the frightened janek shouted.

"give me your knife, and i'll put it." piortrick said.

"give me your flower whistle, i'll put it." yuzek said.

janek pulled his baby out of his pocket without delay.

he picked up his twitching bean and took it to the forest.

"i'll set you free.

don't be afraid." he touched the feathers of the birds, whispering.

"thank you, young man," janek suddenly heard the bird say, "you saved me, but i caused you a great deal of damage." "you?" janek was surprised.

"i'm.

i stole your mom's little silver bell from the roller coaster.

i'd like to return it, but i can't do it.

only you can get it because you have no jealousy, revenge or hatred.

listen to me carefully: your mother's silver bell is in the devil's hands.

i don't know where he's hiding.

he has caused many bad things to happen in your village.

i have two silver keys.

take it, take them north, and find a place with many hoof-covered and velvet-like moss.

there you'll see a hut with a white-haired grandma in it.

she had no way of spinning the silver wire because the troublemaker had locked her sun and the roller.

you use this little key to open the case for her, and she'll tell you what to do." she's gone, yaNeck is on his way.

He went to an open forest, and saw a hut in the bushes, sitting in front of it with a white-haired grandmother, wearing a silver hat, and tears running down her cheeks.

"Hello, Grandma," Janek said politely, "I bring something that will please you." He passed a silver key to the old man.

Grandma ran into the hut.

She shoved the silver key into the locket of the big box, turned it around, opened it, took out a magic roller and silver shorts.

And she sat in front of her house, and the sun turned and made a buzzing noise.

As soon as a long line came out, she threw it into the wind, which took it away, hung it on a branch, and used it to put a light, little purple bell on the broomstone.

Janek told us all about what happened in the village.

Grandmother couldn't listen to the location, and then she took out a silver line from the box and gave it to Janek.

"You take this silver line.

You throw it forward, it rolls forward, and you follow it.

So you can go straight to the haunted nest.

I don't know, you're gonna meet some kind of troublemaker.

If he turns into a bird, you throw it over there, the line will haunt him.

If he turns into someone standing in front of you, you hit him with this line and he sleeps for a long time.

If you look around, you'll see a box, open it with a small key, and you'll find that little silver bell." Grandma touched Janek's hair with a wrinkled hand.

“You have to listen to me.

You can't stop or rest while you're chasing the wires.

You must overcome all temptations and obstacles.” He sincerely thanked his grandmother and threw the silver wire in front of himself.

The wires rolled forward, and Janek followed him.

He tripped on the roots and almost couldn't keep up.

The day is over and the twilight covers the world with its own coat.

Janek was hungry for a long time, and the pear tree was full of fruit, so he could take it off.

"Eat it." Pear leaves whisper.

"I can't," Janek shouts, "I can't touch anything." Janek went with the wires.

Roads have become increasingly difficult, with sharp stones and gravel everywhere.

But no rest.

What's going on? The wires rolled into the thick bushes, into the tall mags, and Janek saw nothing, and followed it into the tall green bushes.

But he squeezed out and ran after the wire.

The thorny grass blocked his way and he went out of the bush.

Janek's got the last bit of strength.

He's got to run, so he can't disappear from his sight.

Suddenly the grass gets thinner.

Janek stood under a tall, dried-up tree.

There is a black nest on the tree, sitting on the lowest branch of the tree with a big beak, grinding its own beak.

He saw the young man, punched his wings and jumped straight at him.

Janek threw the wires over with the last bit of energy, and the wire entangled the flying birds and tied their wings.

Birds struggled to get out of the net.

But the lines are tightVery tight.

Janek climbs up to the tree, climbs to the nest, where there's a small box.

The young man opened the car with a silver key and saw a little silver bell, and Mom hung it in a roller coaster.

He picks up the silver bells carefully and rings the bells.

The screams under the tree stopped.

And he was lying on the ground, suffocating, as though he had no strength.

Janek felt exhausted and seemed to have disappeared, and his strength increased.

He came down from the tree and ran back.

And the grass gave him a way, and the burning gargoyle lay low, and the stones of the road rolled aside.

Janek is running like a bird.

Go to Grandma's silver hair first and thank her for her help.

What's going on? Is he mistaken? There are no houses in the forest.

Maybe not here? I'm afraid so.

The line is still flashing on the flowers.

It's a silver wire for a white-haired grandma.

But Grandma doesn't know where she is.

Janek continued to run and ran back to his village.

Soon he hung the silver bell in a sculptor.

The village is now different.

Harmony was restored and people started smiling at each other when they met.

With this smile, everything goes back to order.

This village has been called Janek ever since.

Don't you believe it? Please take a map of Valmiya and Mazur。