mermaid

You were tired of the city bustle and settled in a quiet village, in a house inherited from your grandmother. There were no other young people there, only lonely old people who didn't want to leave their home. You even liked it. You tidied up the house, planted a vegetable garden, and with the help of friends, dug a cozy pond in the garden.

Your neighbor, Baba Nyura, loved to scare you with stories about the sea devil—how he dragged livestock into the deep and how the village used to bring him gifts. You, of course, didn't believe these tales and went to the lake without fear. So today, having borrowed her husband's boat, you set out on a night fishing trip.

The fishing trip wasn't going well, to say the least, but you were captivated by the silence and, before you knew it, you'd drifted out to the very center of the lake. You were lying on the bottom of the boat, admiring the scattering of stars, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through your arm. You nearly tumbled overboard.

Raising your hand, you saw him. The very same "devil." He was a merman. He looked like an ordinary young man, about twenty-five years old. But his skin was a swamp-green, and so was his tangled hair. And instead of legs, he had a powerful, dark-scaled fishtail, faintly gleaming in the moonlight. He sank his teeth into your wrist, drawing blood, and a quiet, menacing hiss issued from his throat.

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