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White Falcon

Black magician, mad genius
He decided to create an elixir of death.
In a gloomy castle of ghosts
Who will be able to stop him?
The night reigns over the earth
Where is the hero found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture
Dexterously weaving a motive for death,
But the White Falcon with white lightning
He will disperse the clouds, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
is intended to keep the Balance,
To the threads of generations
Evil did not try to cut it again.
Gloom hung over the ground.
Where is the Hero found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture ...

The one who is resurrected
Looks from heaven
The look is full of universal longing.
Rivers flow, elves sing
Only they are far away!

Night reigns over the earth ...

Black hands with a skillful gesture.

Lyrics translation Epidemic - White Falcon

Black magician, mad genius
Decided to create an elixir of death.
In a gloomy castle ghosts
Who will be able to stop him?
Night reigns over the earth,
Where there is a hero?

Black hand gesture skillful
Deftly weave death motif
But White Falcon white lightning
Clouds disperse, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
Equilibrium is intended to store,
To thread generations
Evil is not trying to cut back.
Gloom hovering over the ground.
Where there is a Hero?

Black hand gesture skillful ...

Anyone who has risen,
Looking down from heaven,
Full view of the universal longing.
Rivers flow, elves sing,
But they are far!

Night reigns over the earth ...

Stuart Harrison

White falcon

Sokolikha restlessly shifted in place, anticipating danger. From a high cliff, she watched a man striding below through the open snow-covered space. It was very far to a lone spot against the background of endless whiteness, but the bird, endowed with sharp eyesight, clearly distinguished the figure of a man. I saw the gun over his shoulder, I saw the deep marks he left in the snow.

From time to time, a person stopped and turned his face to the sky, as if looking out for something in the height. Shielding his eyes with his palm from the blinding rays, he looked around and walked on. It was not the first time in the past few days that the falcon had met this man in the mountains, and her instinct told her to stay away from him.

A week ago, bad weather hit. A strong wind with snow came from the north and for many days drove the falcon southward, away from the ice-bound land, which she considered her home. At first, she sat in a shelter for a long time, hiding from the fierce blizzard that covered the whole world, but in the end, hunger forced her to rise into the air. Caught up in a raging wind, she rushed limply with the storm until it died down.

The hurricane carried the falcon into unfamiliar lands. All around were mountains, bluish-gray against the sky; below were valleys covered with dense green woods. And above the upper border of the forests there are only bare rocks and snow. There was plenty of food here. Two days ago, a falcon woman caught a partridge, throwing herself at it like a stone as it flew over a treeless area. But now she was tormented by hunger again.

A faint breeze blew on the rock. The bird spread its wings slightly, and its feathers fluttered in the stream of air. She was pale cream in color with chocolate markings on her chest and thighs; flight feathers towards the end from cream became grayish. More than half a meter in length, with an almost meter-long wingspan, the falcon was one of the largest and fastest feathered predators in the world. In nature, she had no enemies. Only a human posed a threat to her.

A kilometer from the falcon, Ellis stopped to catch his breath.

Damn it, ”he swore hoarsely and spat phlegm in his throat.

The long climb wore him down. Clothes under the park were soaked in sweat, every step was taken with great difficulty, my head was splitting.

If not for the money, he would still be lying in bed at home at this hour. Ellis straightened his gun strap and looked up at the sky, but saw nothing but a stray cloud and a blinding sun. The light reflected from the sparkling snow stung his eyes. Ellis winced and, dabbing sweat from his forehead, rubbed his sore eyelids. He had drunk too much the night before, which he now regretted bitterly. By his calculations, treating his friends to whiskey, he squandered more than sixty dollars. Naturally, Red Parker and Ted Hanson did not fail to ask why he was suddenly so generous. Ellis did not go into details and said only that he should soon receive a tidy sum.

Ellis frowned. Perhaps he shouldn't have blurted out about money. Maybe there won't be any money, he thought sourly. Friends will laugh at him. After all, he has been dragging along the mountains for two hours, and the falcon is gone.

Ellis walked and thought that he was busy, in fact, for the good of Tasker. He promised a thousand dollars for the bird, but it was too quick to agree to the requested amount. So Ellis was a bargain.

Ellis first noticed the falcon three days ago, early in the morning, when he stopped to relieve himself. At first, he took him for a peregrine falcon, but then decided that this bird was too big for a peregrine falcon. It was distinguished from the eagle and the hawk by the shape of its beak and wings. Ellis was curious. He watched for a long time as the falcon hovers over the trees, turns, descends and glides low above the ground.

Later, after delivering building materials to a guy who was adding a wing to his house near Williams Lake, Ellis drove into the city, to the library. He found in one of the books an image of a gyrfalcon and immediately recognized it as that very bird. Having read that gyrfalcones are a small species, and white ones are quite rare, Ellis thought that Tasker would be interested in his proposal.

When Ellis entered the workshop, Tasker was working on a stuffed grizzly bear. It was a female. She stood in an aggressive posture on her hind legs, her mouth bared with huge fangs. In the dim workshop, the bear seemed alive, and Ellis involuntarily backed away. Tasker glanced at his guest. Surprise flashed in his keen black eyes.

Perhaps, - said Ellis.

He did not like to go to Tasker - he was sick of the pungent smell of the chemicals that he used in his work. Their smell and the elusive stench of death then stuck to his clothes for a long time. Ellis looked around, all of his appearance showing carelessness.

Do you have business with me? Tasker asked.

Yes, there is a proposal.

Things are going tight right now.

Tasker always complained about the state of affairs, thereby making it clear that he did not intend to pay much for the product. The showroom at the entrance to the workshop was littered with the fruits of Tasker's labor - stuffed raccoons, beavers, foxes creeping in the grass, salmon mounted on stands. Tasker was making a good income from the sale of his products, and Ellis had to admit that Tasker was an excellent taxidermist. But Ellis considered his craft almost the most disgusting way to make a living.

Have you ever ordered falcons? Ellis finally said.

He would have preferred to ask the question in a more casual tone, but it didn’t work. Tasker did not answer immediately.

It depends on what kind.

Merlin. I thought maybe some of your clients would be interested.

May be. But the gyrfalcon is a protected species.

Ellis snorted, odd that Tasker thinks little things like that can stop him.

Well, okay. If you're not interested, I went.

He took a step towards the exit.

Are you sure it's a gyrfalcon? What does he look like?

Ellis described.

Tasker hesitated for no longer than a second.

Deal.

Now, as he pondered that conversation, Ellis thought that Tasker was suspiciously quick to accept his terms. Apparently, the scarecrow intends to bail out for the gyrfalcon five times more than what he will pay him. Ellis boiled with anger at the thought. Maybe contact another taxidermist? There are a dime a dozen of them around. But first we must get this bird, damn it, Ellis reminded himself.

The trees remained below. He walked along the open snowy slope. The road got steeper and steeper. Ellis raised his binoculars to his eyes and scanned first the sky, then the rocks in front of him. He was about to move on when he suddenly noticed some movement in the distance.

The wind blowing in the rocks fiddled with the feathers of the falcon. Hungry, she scanned the valley in search of prey. A lone bird flying along the slope appeared on the horizon. The falcon with her whole body moved in her direction. The wind and hunger pushed her off the cliff, but she did not leave her place: a man walking along the valley aroused apprehension in her. The bird approached. Judging by the gray plumage and by the flight - she flew with her chest outstretched, clumsily flapping her wings - it was a dove. Sokolikha again fixed her gaze on the distant figure of a man, but hunger prevailed over doubts, and she soared up.

Ellis watched the gyrfalcon with a tense finger on the trigger. He was ready to shoot at any moment. Consider, the money is already in your pocket, he thought with a smile, catching the gyrfalcon in the crosshairs. All that is required of him is one accurate shot.

Sokolikha spread her wings and, turning on a bend, hovered in the air, waiting for the dove to fly closer. Instantly calculating the time and distance, she folded her wings and rushed down like a stone. The pigeon sensed danger and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The falcon swooped down from behind and sank long claws into his back. The collision lasted for a split second. Feathers flew to the sides, and the lifeless dove flew down. Sokolikha described a wide arc in the air, picked up its prey a dozen meters above the ground and flew with it to the nearest trees.

Ellis lowered the gun. He knew that today he would never see the gyrfalcon anymore: having fed, the bird could not rise in the air for hours. Ellis lit a cigarette and walked down the road.

Michael Somers parked his car on the side of a church that stood at the entrance to the city. Over the years, the church has not changed at all. Amid the cold February snows, the same small, white-painted wooden structure rose. A hedged cemetery was dozing all around. Beyond, a forest of dark green firs and cedars rose. Michael got out of his Nissan and walked through the gate.

Black magician, mad genius
He decided to create an elixir of death.
In a gloomy castle of ghosts
Who will be able to stop him?
The night reigns over the earth
Where is the hero found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture
Dexterously weaving a motive for death,
But the White Falcon with white lightning

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
is intended to keep the Balance,
To the threads of generations

Gloom hung over the ground.
Where is the Hero found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture ...

The one who is resurrected
Looks from heaven

Rivers flow, elves sing
Only they are far away!

Night reigns over the earth ...

Black hands with a skillful gesture.

Epidemic - White Falcon

Black magician, mad genius
He decided to create an elixir of death.
In a gloomy castle of ghosts
Who will be able to stop him?
The night reigns over the earth
Where is the hero found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture
Dexterously weaving a motive for death,
But the White Falcon with white lightning
He will disperse the clouds, returning life!

Warrior of Light, son of the universe,
is intended to keep the Balance,
To the threads of generations
Evil did not try to cut it again.
Gloom hung over the ground.
Where is the Hero found?

Black hands with a skillful gesture ...

The one who is resurrected
Looks from heaven
The look is full of universal longing.
Rivers flow, elves sing
Only they are far away!

Night reigns over the earth ...

Black hands with a skillful gesture.

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Gyrfalcon or white falcon, in Latin Falco rusticolus, is a bird from the falcon family, the order of Falconiformes. Quite a large bird, resembles a peregrine falcon, but larger (a male weighs about 1 kg, a female weighs about 2 kg), with a color from white to gray, with a characteristic tooth on the beak.

Picture. Falcons.

Gyrfalcon is a fast-winged bird that, thanks to the special structure and shape of its wings, picks up speed after just a few strokes, and, pursuing prey, can reach speeds of up to one hundred meters per second. The gyrfalcon does not rise in a spiral, like most birds, but vertically. Sharp enough eyesight allows him to see prey even at a distance of more than a kilometer.

Photo. Merlin.

The white falcon lives in the subarctic and arctic zones of Asia, Europe and North America. Some species live in Altai and Tien Shan. On the territory of Russia, this bird is the largest of the falconry; hunters love it very much because of its high cost when sold abroad. The price of one bird is about 30 thousand USD. The gyrfalcon is also valuable for hunters as an assistant, due to its unique ability to quickly take off and suddenly attack prey, falling with a stone on it.

Photo. White falcon.

It is impossible to say what kind of life the white falcon leads. Some representatives wander, others settle in the forest. It feeds on mammals and smaller relatives. Unlike the black kite, which is content with carrion, it attacks flying birds, grabbing its prey with its paws and breaking its neck, biting the back of its head.