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(C) Fedin Pavel
So you have waited for the continuation of the story “Kashchei the Immortal”.
Now you will immediately start reading it, but wait a little. I
Now I’ll explain one interesting thing. You probably noticed
mania that the word Disney Land is spelled in the story DiZney-...
I don't know why, but I decided to leave everything as it is. Maybe they too
Dizzy fans in this BOARD NET? Although it’s unlikely, it’s just from the author,
Probably got a bad mark in Russian. Well, I won’t torment you any longer.
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(C) CAPTAIN POWER (not the one that ran into 583-SOFT, but the other one)
goy, and has nothing to do with SPECCY)
(R) Fedin Pavel
Kashchei the Immortal.
(continued)
Chapter 6.
Offended by the disregard for their pranks and home-
old Kashchei's grief, Vasilisa began to mope and be capricious: then
the lighting is too bright for her, then the Skeleton is too bony, then pat-
The lines in the tape are not breaking, then burn another kingdom for her. Slo-
vom - trouble. But Kashchei did not back down and tried to please Va-
silise.
Meanwhile, Ivan Tsarevich went in search of Kashchei, and at the same time
but, Vasilisa, to soap the neck of the first, and finish with the second
started. For spicesensations, Ivan did not take his friends with him
well, not wanting to advertise his upcoming behavior, and left
her to fight in neighboring lands.
The road was difficult: there was a dark forest all around, in which it was scary at night.
and I want to go to my mother, it’s too rare to find taverns in which
you can drink a lot of vodka, and there are too many mosquitoes. More
Most of all, the Tsarevich was tired of the impudent mosquitoes. While you shoot one from
Luke, a dozen others whisper in your ear that the darkness of the third is already
sculpted you from head to tail of the horse. Ugh, disgusting! True, from them
A folk remedy helped a lot: mosquitoes get rid of the smell of fumes
a friendly crowd showered in the area of ten fathoms. But right there
there were goblins who, in their wilderness, could not even get honey
howl of mash. But there were far fewer of them than mosquitoes, and to brush them away
You could get away from them with a Kitchen Knife.
Hares turned out to be an unexpected problem. The obliques mowed the tryn-grass
and they didn't care. Of course, they ate them in huge quantities
wolves and bears trampled, but hares bred like rabbits and,
flocking into flocks, they caused riots. So, having run into a hare
herd, there was no need to expect mercy. The prince was hit several times
gave in to rabbit ambushes and every time such a meeting ended
deplorable: either they will kick themselves to death, or their ears will be stretched out
manners, are either used as bait for wolves, or simply caught
I'm going to eat a head of rotten cabbage. fight withthe hares were useless
useful: they are everywhere, there are many of them and they are cruel.
Residents of the sparse surrounding villages looked with regret at
long-eared and tattered Ivan, pointed their fingers at him and shouted
followed by offensive words. Further incidents had to be saved
with a Kitchen Knife or in taverns, the owners of which are always with
treated the crippled and deformed with understanding: local residents
rushed to the tavern to gaze at the strange
victim of nature. The situation was worse with natural needs.
mi: the previously red young Tsarevich now had too much
a lot is spent on girls' smiles and their consequences. But in the morning,
Having slept well (and he managed to do this), Ivan jumped into the saddle,
twisted his horse's ears with his fists, and he neighed cheerfully
raised clouds of dust and flew away. As a result, Ivan gets
I had to buy a new horse every morning, and sometimes heal
numerous bruises from a fall.
In general, there were no special incidents, although following the Tsarevich
Horrible stories about the Eared Bloody One spread throughout the villages and villages.
in the Ghost.
Chapter 7.
Meanwhile, Vasilisa was grieving in the Castle of Death. All her attempts
They failed ingloriously to destroy Kashchei's nativity scene. Under the bullets Beautiful
chandeliers flew apart with a unique ringing and pieces fell off
Turk, the luxurious furniture of the Great Hall was blazing with festive fire,
the golden ones hissed ominouslycandlesticks in a solution of aqua regia, and
the silverware pulled out from the broken
fireproof safe chair. The evening turned into a celebration. But on
In the morning everything was in its place and it infuriated Vasilisa. And so again
always got stuck. All the tricks of the Wise One for the systematic destruction
the palace, the use of the latest pyrotechnic achievements,
slipped to her from time to time by Baba Yaga or compassionate
ny Skeleton, gave the desired result only until the morning. With sunrise
from the sun, the poor girl, wiping her sooty face with burnt sa-
Rafan, noticed that the northern tower, which had just been erased from the face of the earth,
Nya stands still again, although burned by the echoes of a nuclear
explosion, the neighboring village remains in ruins.
Sometimes Kashchei, unable to bear Vasilisa’s sadness, left the castle in ruins.
inah for a whole week. And she silently wandered there, enjoying
smells of burnt wood and burnt rats. But this happened
rarely, and Vasilisa again fell into melancholy.
Then Vasilisa rebelled and began to arrange for Kashcheya and Skeleta
cunning traps. Either he’ll throw a cockroach into the soup, or he’ll sign the tower.
years old, then he will stretch a rope across the road to the next world, then a hole in
time will disguise it under the door, then it will create a distortion in the toilet
space or simply the chair will be mined. First Dead Ry-
the Tsar and Kashchei took part in these funs, scattered around
bones and scattered intopieces, spewing fountains of blood and
thus amusing Vasilisa. But they soon got tired of it, and Prek-
The red one was put in a tower on bread and water. Bare bottom.
Chapter 8.
And Ivan Tsarevich rode and rode... Rumors about the horrors of the Eared Crone
they managed to overtake Ivan, and upon his arrival in
In jealousy, residents hid in their homes, shaking in horror. This gave
some advantages for our traveler. Firstly, the innkeepers,
those who did not manage to turn the key in the lock in time treated the Tsarevich
chu with respect and provided him with rooms occupied by travelers
beauties. Secondly, his horses ran away in the mornings significantly less
same, since before Ivan’s departure all the residents sat at home and
there was no one to fight in front of: pets could not appreciate
daring. However, the Tsarevich's notoriety also had small
wealth: sometimes innkeepers managed to close establishments and their
had to be taken by storm. To maintain your authority,
leaving, Ivan burned a couple of blocks and killed a hundred or two
villagers
Finally, after a field of long ordeals and wanderings, Ivan reached
possessions of Kashchei. Everything here was creepy and scary. Trees in Black
The forests were huge and wild. When trying to be cut down Ku-
with a heavy Knife they began to scratch and fight off with bushy branches,
which was very unpleasant. But Ivan does not refuse to cut down the forest.
I could have been too curious about what was thereinside.
Inside one tree there was a feral brownie. He got out of
hollow, and, taking the Tsarevich by the collar, hung him on a branch. Upsetting-
Shaking, Ivan began to scream and wave the Kitchen Knife. Concerned-
Alarmed by the noise, the brownie hung it upside down, placing his head in
an empty stump, as a result of which the screams became muffled, and the Kitchen Knife
stuck in the dust and was no longer in the way. Meanwhile the horse is peacefully
nibbled moss and grass that no human had ever stepped on. Having pacified
Ivan, the brownie began to study the traveler’s belongings. Things from the Tsarevich
there wasn’t much, since he preferred to buy everything he needed
as needed. However, the following were found in the bag:
toothbrush, soap (2 boxes), a piece of lard, a bottle of pervach, kitchen
Duplicate knife, umbrella, canister of oats, Maxim light machine gun,
Lameri map (with Disney Land included), aluminum
a teapot and a girl whom Ivan, in good faith, grabbed last night
Chews. The brownie examined the teapot with interest and, blowing into the spout,
grinned freely. Taking in more air, he kissed again
to the kettle, reproducing Mozart's seventh piano concerto
(just don’t say that Mozart did not write the seventh concerto
for piano, then Mozart himself did not exist). Postponing
tool, the brownie began to smooth out the toothbrush. Item
turned out to be clearly familiar to him, since he immediately put the brush in his mouth
and made a couple of chewsmovements. But the brownie, apparently, is already numbered
He ground his teeth because, after chewing it a little, he spat it out in disgust.
The Maxim light machine gun did not have the desired effect on the brownie.
After casually examining the condition of the weapon, he put it on a pile, where
The teapot and bits of brush were already at rest. Salo didn't excite me either
of particular interest and was eaten and washed down with pervach. Much more painful
The girl aroused our interest. The brownie turned her for a long time, trying
understand its purpose. He quickly sawed off the slight resemblance
between Ivan, suspended by his legs, and an unknown object, which
who squealed, bit and scratched. However, the lack of reasonable
thinking and animal instincts (biting, scratching, etc.) did
an object closer to an animal. What was most confusing was the upright walking
a phenomenon not typical for fauna. Guided by some of our own
considerations (the animal should live in the forest or something like that), home-
The howl let the girl go. Having gained freedom, she screamed wildly and ran
she walked across the field like a hare weaving between the trees. "And yet it would-
“It’s an animal,” the brownie concluded, starting to examine the map.
After making small notes on it, he put it back in place.
Having collected all the belongings back into the bag, the brownie returned Ivan to his former self.
her position and, handing her a piece of birch bark, let her go. Paul-
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Tsarevich jumped into the saddle and rushed headlong
away. Having got out onto the road and making sure that no one was stopping him,It follows that Ivan sighed more freely and hit his forehead on the sign
"Welcome to Disney Land." Picking up the fallen helmet, he took out
a piece of birch bark on which was written: “Ivan Tsarevich, citizen
Lameri. Purpose of the visit: to kill Kashchei the Immortal. Passed through customs
by the Zhutnitsa post. Head of the customs service Domovoy." Razoz-
reacting to Kashchei’s inhospitality, Ivan irritably threw the grenade
Motu the stone with the wish “Happy Die.”
Chapter 9
Having calmed down a little after the customs inspection, Ivan purchased
determination and arrogance. Based on the image of Disney Lands -
Republic on the map of Lameri, he was on his way to the Castle of Death.
Since the road did not always follow the correct direction,
niya, the Tsarevich always had to cut off her wrong
areas and make your way through thorny bushes and sharp grasses. Bolo-
Ivan greeted both small puddles with childish delight. He
could bask in the mud for hours, but the mission entrusted to him
every time she forced me to get up again and continue my hard work
way...
Climbing out of another puddle, Ivan Tsarevich noticed on a hillock
a strange hut, gracefully standing on chicken legs. Structure
was turned towards Ivan with an erotic backside, hiding the entrance inside.
Angry at such an inhospitable reception, he shouted: “Hey, hut,
turn your back to the forest and your front to me!” No reaction, ra-
I guess notfollowed. This circumstance outraged Ivan,
who remembered from fairy tales that huts are on chicken legs
must turn when asked to do so. However, this is not for you
fairy tales! Then the Tsarevich, sighing heavily, headed towards the entrance. Od-
however, there was no entrance on the other side, which led
our unfortunate wanderer into slight confusion. The house was like
and it should be, four walls, two windows, but not a single door... Somehow
falling out of the saddle, Ivan continued to inspect the strange structure.
To be sure, he even tickled the heel of the hut, which made her satisfied.
she cackled happily, but didn’t let her in. Simple ru-
Talking and knocking on the walls with a Kitchen Knife also did not give the desired result.
result. Soon the hut got tired of these idle solicitations, and she
kicked Ivan, causing him to fly into the burrs and look like
hedgehog
But such similarity did not suit the proud Tsarevich and he fell in love with
get rid of thorns. The pretty girl caught him doing this
Baba Yaga.
- Why are you itching, hedgehog? Got fleas? - asked sympathetically
grandma.
- Yes, what a hedgehog I am, I am Ivan Tsarevich! - opened the eyes of the dark grandmother
Ivan.
- But how similar it is, however... Maybe it’s still a hedgehog? - didn’t let up
hag.
“No, I think so,” the Tsarevich doubted.
- Well, of course, of course. Of course it’s a hedgehog,” Yaga insisted, “there and co-
What kind of hatches, and the muzzle is gray, and the eyes are meaningless. Hedgehog!
“It’s strange,” the hedgehog agreed, “Today is kind of a bad day.
Either the goblin offended me at customs, then... in the essence of a hedgehog
I doubted mine.
- I’d better go and pick mushrooms! - and put a ripe mu- on his back
homor.
- Oh, so you’re Ivan! - Baba Yaga finally guessed, - And we are for you -
were waiting!
- Give me the customs declaration.
The hedgehog obediently pulled out the customs birch bark from his pocket and handed it to him.
Yage. She studied it carefully and solemnly said:
- Welcome to Disney Land!
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