Adventurer #07
31 января 1998 |
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Ottyag - Eastern Ballad of the Valiant cops.
(C) Lukyaneko S. (C) bows Maxim (Max-Zx/SURDAKAR/CPU) (C) Music: Andrew Fer / PhF THE BALLAD OF EAST brave cops It came to me, patient reader, at least not right away, that you still have not heard about brave element Akbardine and how he extracted great treasures. But this story is worthy of recording with an awl on the back of unbelief, has long troubled my soul. One day, dark night, when the reliable citizens of the caliphate brought praise Emir and sank to rest with their wives, valiant element Akbardin rounds light the streets, without neglecting however, dark. He was handsome - strong, bandy-legged, eyes and his right was zorok. Peering into the shop Buut al Nazar - glorious merchant overseas ointments, brave Akbardin felt someone's nasty breath. Accomplish their job - For long he wandered the streets of light, without neglecting and dark, went Akbardin the smell. And revealed to me that he saw a dirty punk, sleeping in a cardboard box from the zamorzkih ointment. Was a punk of punks with nasty person, a terrible figure and bicycle bell in his right ear. And the smell of it would have frightened and more courageous than Akbardin not he suffered at the day from a cold. - Get up, dirty punk, disagreeable Amir! - Exclaimed Akbardin .- For yament from birth - Akbardin son Aladdin, 'll take you to the infamous Slave Pens. Dirty punk woke up and cried: - Who are you laughing infringe on my dream? Because I'm terrible, waking with a hangover! But Akbardin took out his baton, and Punk, dropping to his knees, prayed: - Oh, do not beat me cold rubber Akbardin son Aladdin! I'm not just punk, I'm a punk from the punk! I'll tell you the great secrets and bring to a myriad sokrovischam! Just do not hit me in the kidneys, as well as those places, which tells you a good imagination! - What can you give me, you dirty from dirty? - Struck Akbardin. - Firm my hut, and every day I have bread and milk, and on Fridays - Hallowed be the name of the Emir! - Big fish in a small iron cup. - Oh, I'll give you the power of the Emir! - Exclaimed punk. - And know the same I would have got it myself, but my scrap. You will have as many wives as permitted, and many concubines, as want, and so many tasty fish, flooded tomato sauce, which she did not get into the your mouth! - Speak, if you have that say - have commanded Akbardin. And dirty punk, but all will be forgotten his name - Kindersyurprizbek, said: - Know, the wisest of the elements and mentoveyshy of the wise, that I descend from a nice kind Kindersyurprizbekov, yes He did not become scanty. And I was a nice kid and good-natured young man until the fate of not punished my numerous sins. And thinking that all I permitted, I went on the trip. And I went for a long time, because he was drunk. And came. I. .. - And? .. - Exclaimed Akbardin. - AND! - Threw up his hands dirtier from punks. - So what are we waiting for? - Surprised Akbardin. - My bike is fast, and stick Rubber! Frightened as ourselves! And they jumped on the bike the experiment, and Akbardin sat in front, and despicable of punks, so forget all of its name, Kindersyurprizbek the back. And the incident air blew Akbardina, and his breathing it was easy. A shabby bus creaked to turns, and the creaking of that was awful. And I must say, the reader, that in days of those gathered in the glorious Caliphate many emirs and kings. Discussed they are great things, because at that time was over ENLIGHT. A crowd came together as users, and hackers, muzakerov and graferov, among whom was yours truly. And many elements of the great caliphate guarded rest of them. But when he saw his friend, Akbardina, which is valued for fun character and integrity in the game of Dizzy 5, they decided - was wrong. And having decided, so they jumped on their motorcycles, and who was not his, to strangers and rushed for Akbardinom. Many grains of sand does not belong on the road how many cops raced for the brave Akbardinom. For the tense was the situation in caliphate. And seeing them scattered in ksivniki hippies and rockers pretending to own motorcycles. And by the end of the third day, when I felt tired, even the courageous cops arrived and Akbardin Kindersyurprizbek to a dark cave. A fellow Akbardina behind, because there were so agile how brave. - On the element of the police! - Shouted the infamous punk. - Here it is, the cave of wisdom! And you zacherpnesh it there so much that he Caliph tearfully embrace you, and appoint a vizier. And now I'm gone, for me scrap. - Wait, stinking of my riders! - Akbardin said. - Open - who wisdom holds, because there is no treasure without protection! And shaking punk, drenched in sweat, and replied: - No it does not hold, that is me scary. - Let's go, - commanded instant Akbardin. I shall send you forward in order to donate little value by the body in case of danger. And Kindersyurprizbek trudged forward, because no one has yet dared to contradict Akbardinu, so remember his name! A cave was dark, as the conscience sinner, and long, as prigresheniya usovestivshegosya. Three times he stumbled Kindersyurprizbek, before they came to the end. - Here! - Exclaimed the wretched punk .- Here is the source of wisdom, it beats key from the diamond cup! Drink the same brave cop, and let me go to sleep because I'm tired. - Oh no, the cunning of artful - Akbardin laughed. - Drink at first myself, because you could have purposed evil against me. And punk drank from the spring, because Akbardin was strong, and his rubber truncheon. Even I, the patient reader, never seen this. Their waters dirty punk scabs and rags became it is clean and beautiful brow breath. He looked affectionately at Akbardina and said: - Drink, my good friend. Become you are as handsome as I am, and as wise as Caliph. Akbardin shook his head and said: - Oh, fairest of the punks. Forbidden me to drink on duty, and honor, I this law. Better scoop me more wisdom, and at home after duty, eating it with podabayuschey snack. - Interesting decision - said Kindersyurprizbek, brightened appearance and left the astral plane. A fellow Akbardina, awaited his friend at the door, do not even have time to get off the motorcycle when they saw the light of his countenance. Shel Akbardin firm step, and in his hands a jar of precious moisture. - Exhibits - he said to friends, and sitting on a motorcycle, sped away, and no one dared to ask again, because it was a rubber truncheon. At home, eating a position and have a smoke forbidden, said presvetly Akbardin wife: - Tomorrow will be favorites of the Caliph! And poured himself Akbardin of skins, and drunk ... It has been three days and three nights since then. And here, bypassing the street light (and not ignoring the dark!) Saw mentoveyshy of ments, but I remember his name - Akbardin! - A dirty punk. - What are you doing in the mud and lighter of punks? - Struck Akbardin. - What are you doing with this club, the wisest of the cops? - Sehidnichal Kindersyurprizbek. Akbardin embarrassed that happened to him rare, and answered: - Revealed to me that although I have become clever vizier, but remained the cops. And will not hear my words caliph. So I get around to continue the street ... - A. .. - Extended Kindersyurprizbek. - Doumnichalsya? And then the aggrieved Akbardin seized him by the collar, and brought in the infamous Slave Pens. So it must be our glorious Caliphate, which is so fond of the Overseas kings For every punk zapadlo laugh ments. Yet in a way Akbardin and Kindersyurprizbek talked about eternity. And talk them was elevated, as a store Buut al Nazar, and length, as Cop baton. ... And this is the moral of this story - even the eating of wisdom, not equal Caliph. Not allowed.
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