Leshy Boris and His Forest Path

In the deep forest, where eternal green twilight reigns and light barely filters through the thick branches of the trees, lived Leshy Boris. He was the spirit of the forest, the guardian of this ancient world where no human foot had ever tread, and where only the natural order existed. Leshy was old, nearly invisible to the human eye, and his power lay in the fact that he was one with the forest. His body was covered in moss, his hair resembled branches, and his eyes were deep and mysterious, like the shadow that fell on the earth at midday.

Leshy was not just a guardian; he was the soul of the forest. His world was made of winds, moss, tree roots, and leaves. The forest to him was not just a territory; it was home. He felt every crack in a tree, every rustle of the grass, and his spirit was intertwined with this world. He made sure that there were no disruptions in the forest, that foreign beings did not disturb its peace.

But times were changing, and like many other creatures, Leshy Boris began to notice how the forest around him was starting to change. People were coming into the forest more often. Trees were being felled, the land trampled, and nature itself was being altered. Leshy felt his world breaking apart. He disliked these changes. He saw how the forest was losing its former strength, how the places that had once been his home were gradually disappearing.

Despite his power, Leshy could not deal with the people who came and seemed unaware of the fact that they were disturbing the harmony of nature. He could scare them, make them lose their way in the forest, but this time it wasn't enough. His world was changing, and he felt his own existence fading with every tree that was felled.

One night, as Leshy walked through the forest, he heard a foreign sound. It was not the chopping of an axe, but something even more dangerous — a new kind of machine that relentlessly cut down trees. Leshy followed the sound, and when he got closer, he saw that a group of people had set up camp in the very heart of the forest. They had built their homes and did not think that this forest was someone’s home.

Leshy stepped in the way of these people, and despite his usual tendency to remain hidden, he appeared right before them. His appearance was strange and sudden, as if he had risen from the earth itself, from the dark corners of the forest. The people froze, not knowing what kind of creature they were facing. But Leshy, standing before them, spoke: “You’ve come to a foreign place. You’ve come to a home you have no right to enter.”

He said this not with anger, but with sorrow. Leshy knew that the people did not understand what they were destroying because they could not feel what he felt about nature, how he sensed life in every tree. But they could not understand him. Leshy felt his powers weakening, his ability to protect the forest fading, and this filled his heart not with rage, but with despair.

Leshy began to search for answers. He knew that if he did not find a way to change the situation, his world would disappear. He ventured deeper into the forest, away from the humans, to find what could help him restore balance in his world. He knew that somewhere deep in the forest, in a place where no human had ever been, there was a source of power that could have once helped him restore harmony.

The deep forests hid ancient powers. Leshy knew that these had not disappeared, but had simply hidden themselves from human eyes. He had to find this source of power to bring balance back. He reached a place where no human had ever stepped, and he felt mist gathering around him. This was a place of power, a place where the forest could come alive again.

Leshy addressed the place with a request to restore his strength and bring the forest back to its former state. And then he felt how the magic began to return. There were no words, no prayer — only a deep connection with nature, a sincere plea, and an acceptance of his role in this world.

With each passing day, Leshy grew stronger. His connection with nature deepened, and his powers grew. He returned to the people and appeared before them once more. This time, they did not see a malicious creature, but the protector of the forest, the guardian of its peace. Leshy said to them: “You can be a part of this world. But only if you respect it.”

The people, feeling Leshy’s power, realized that he was not an enemy, but a friend if they learned to live in harmony with nature. From that time on, they began to care for the forests, cleaning up after themselves and respecting the silence of the woods. Leshy became the one who protected their world from destruction, but now he was not alone in this task. He felt the support of the people who respected nature.

Moral: Nature is not something foreign or hostile. It is life, and only respect and harmony with it can restore the world to its original balance.