Smile - Our hobbits.

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Track: ma9!c+w!ndS ... h1 fЧn5 ... ;)   
By: mm    
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  A yellow moon hung in the sky, every now and then
shaded by rare quietly floating
clouds.                               
  The light of torches was visible in the forest and heard
crunch of branches and flowing swearing.    
  -Damn that Gunfandalf! -
grumbled Batbo, who was walking first, - Why?
he could not build himself a house where
Are all normal people building? For example,
like we are underground?                    
  -Don't talk! - answered the person following
Jodo.  - Yes, and you are good too. Why not
are you flying?  I could get you there in no time, right?
no...                               
  Jodo knew that Batbo had run out of mana, and
made fun of him in every possible way because of this
about:                                 
 -Just imagine: Rakka came to you, and
you have no mana!!                       
  -Aaaaah!  - Batbo suddenly shouted.
The next second his body tilted
and with a noise and crunch of branches fell on
land.   - Well, who, what a bastard
did you put this log here?              
  Only he asked this question, forest
shudderedfrom the piercing loud
wheezing:                                  
  “I put it down!” someone wheezed.
Goosebumps ran down Jodo's spine,
which he, following tradition and
knowledge gleaned from magical media,
I caught every one of them and ate them.           
  -Who is this? - he asked in surprise.   
  -Like who?  I, Sauroos! - croaked in
the answer was someone and immediately came out into the clearing
little man with a suitcase in his hands
and a cigarette in his mouth.  - Allow me
introduce yourself: Saurus Placebovich. And you
who are they? What are you doing here?            
 -You?
Batbo, but was immediately hit in the forehead with a handful
chunks.                                 
  -What do you have in your suitcase?  -
asked Jodo.                 
  -Here I have a library of forty
the best procedures! - he answered proudly.   
  -Listen, could you do us...
- Jodo began his question, but Batbo
interrupted:                                
  -Ring!!                             
  -Yes, that's right, a ring! - finished Jodo.
You see, this is the thing... We are going to
Ganfandalf, he needs something
give.     Batbo, of course, took
half a liter, but he himself along the way and
drank.                                  
  -Ring?  - Saurus thought. - A torus
will it suit you? Calculated by sine and in
colored cells?-Certainly!  - Batbo was happy. - And I
I'll give you half a liter! Really empty...   
 -Okay.   - Saurus answered, opened
suitcase and took out a small
checkered bagel. The next moment
he was hit on the head with a log and
lost consciousness.                       
  After some time the travelers
continued their journey through the forest, and Saurus
left hanging on the tree with his
bagel in the mouth. Around, in the clearing, there were
the same 40 best procedures are scattered,
hastily converted Batbo under
8080 processor. Moss covered with chunks from
0 to 15, monotonously reflected the bump moon.   
  How long or short did the travelers walk, yes
they came across a hut. The door was not
locked and they went inside.  House
turned out to be a small chapel, inside
it was clean and comfortable.  Near the door there was
it’s dark, but, looking closely, at the far
they noticed two figures on the wall and decided
come closer.   And the closer they are
approached, the louder they heard
unusual music and smelled burning
plastics.                             
  - Hello!.. - Jodo turned to
to strangers.     Strangers slowly
turned around.  Jodo saw the face first
pastor, covered with a long gray beard.
His eyes were very unusual.
They seemed to be filled with meaning and
kindness. Here's his mustachestirred:     
  -Greetings, travelers.            
  -And who will you be?   -
asked Batbo.                  
  -I am Father Alex Xorus.  - answered
the pastor lowered his eyes. - And this is mine
wife.                                   
  The wife's head was covered with a hood and her
the face was not visible.                     
  The travelers began to look around.  Straight
in front of them on the wall they saw a portrait
MMA, a famous shaman in those parts.
The portrait was surrounded by a dozen candles,
which were stuck debris
three-inch floppy disks.   stood on the floor
a tape recorder, speakers hung in the corners. From
one played DNK music, the other -
immortal creations of KSA.               
  -I don’t like all this. - whispered
Jodo in his friend's ear.  - Probably
some kind of sectarians.                      
  -What are you doing here, sorry about that?
indiscreet question?  - asked
Batbo.                                  
  -We read the prayer.   - answered quietly
Pastor, without looking up. - For your peace
stagers.                               
  The comrades looked at each other and immediately
left.                              
  They walked further into the forest and suddenly noticed
in the darkness the outlines of a small house. B
The light was burning on fire and smoke was coming out of the chimney.     
  -Do you think the owner has moonshine?
- Batbo and friends asked themselves a questionlet's go to the house.                         
  A short man appeared on the threshold
green in rubber boots and
smiled kindly at the guests.                  
  -Come in, travelers!  Are you tired?
Well, who travels at this hour? 
  -Are you also a sectarian?  - addressed to
to the owner of Jobo.                          
  -Who?  - he was surprised, - What am I?
cultist? I am the most natural nobbit.    
  -Excuse me, who? - Batbo was surprised, so,
that he choked on the tea kindly served
owner, and coughed.                   
  -Nobbit.  Sounds a little strange, but
it's because I have a big nob.
Do you want me to show you?                         
  -No, don't. - Jodo waved his hands.
- Okay, what’s your name?            
  -Call me Cheese X. I used to be too
sectarian, but later found the true meaning
in another.                               
  -And what? - somehow out of inertia I asked
Jodo's question, but he came to his senses in time, and
he immediately added - But, it doesn’t matter.
Your tea is good.  What are you from?
are you doing?                                
  -This is not tea, this is samovon!           
  Batbo moved his ear, hearing the familiar
word.                                  
  -Excuse me, but how do you prepare this of yours?
Samovon? - asked Jodo.       
  -Very simple.   I pour it into a large one
bottle of various components,I pull
put the ball on top and put it in a warm place
Stink.  And I add river sand from
calculation of one kilogram per five liters.  
  Batbo felt sick, he turned pale and
threw the contents of his stomach right into
fireplace  The stream immediately flared up and illuminated
flames in a small room. Jobo is very
I was surprised, but didn’t show it.             
  The night passed relatively calmly.
Jodo was sleeping in a chair by the fireplace, and Batbo was
claws digging into the ceiling.             
  The next morning, Batbo looked unwell and
he smelled so much of yesterday's samovon that
everywhere he passed, the grass withered and
Stuffed birds fell from trees.            
  They walked and walked, and again they saw the house.
Jodo felt he shouldn't go there
go, but understood the friend’s condition and they
went towards the house.          
                                        
























                                        
  На   пороге   их  встретил  фиолетовый
мужичёк, на сей раз без сапог.          
  -Приветствую вас, путники!            
  -А  вы не ноббит? - сразу задал вопрос
Джодо.                                  
  -Конечно  же  нет!  Как вы могли такое
подумать? Я - хренбит!                  
  -А-а...   -   решил   блеснуть  своими
знаниями  Джобо, - это всё потому, что у
вас большой... э-э...                   
  -Кто   у   меня  большой?  -  удивился
хозяин.  -  Ну  да ладно. Меня зовут Икс
Мох. А по соседству живёт Дабл.         
  -Он  тоже  хренбит?  - поинтересовалсяJobo.                                  
  -No, he's a breakbeat. - answered X Moss
and invited the travelers to the table.           
  It’s clear that the owner treated them to self-mox,
which made everyone very happy.   
  “Excuse me, X Puk,” he once addressed
during the meal, Betbo to the owner, - and
what are you doing here?                 
  “First of all, it’s not a fart, it’s a moss,” he corrected
that guest, - and, secondly, I collect
collection of grains of sand. Now my collection
there are as many as two.                  
  The story of grains of sand travelers do not
listened to the end and moved on, going around the house
breakbeat side. They walked further and further
and behind them lay a burnt-out
grass                                  
  After some time they left
forests and saw a tall castle in front of them
with many windows. On a massive iron
there was a sign hanging on the door: “Ganfandalf.
Reception of visitors by appointment
records."  A second sign hung nearby:
"Pre-registration is made
in advance for recording.  Login from
yard".   Friends swore and left
walk around the house.                           
  In the courtyard they saw a table with a shiny
ringing on the edge, which Batbo immediately
tore it off and put it in his pocket, despite
that he was nailed to the table
nails.                               
  It’s unclear where it came from when the boards cracked
madam, sat down ona chair near the table and
turned to friends:                   
  -I'm listening to you.                          
  -Is it true?  And I look at you, so what?
- Batbo answered her and laughed, scorching
the already blackened table was engulfed in flames.   
  -I mean, what question are you on?
have you come? - Madame asked.               
  -Jodo, what issue have we come for?
Well, it doesn’t matter. Not on what issue we are
didn't come. Ganfandalf and I have a council.
So unlock the door!   - started
nervous Batbo.                       
  -I won’t reveal anything to you until
tell me what issue you are on!  - not
Madame calmed down.                        
  -For what reason... Personally! - it dawned on me
suddenly Batbo.                            
  -How personal is your question?  -
Madame asked, simultaneously pulling out
it’s unclear where a piece of paper and a pen came from, and
started recording.                      
  So friends suffered two for, on
the third Batbo ate it.                   
  Friends entered the house screaming and swearing.
and began to look for the owner. On the third day
they found him, oddly enough, on
attic.   There he is, completely legless,
ran in circles and shouted something.
There was nothing his friends could do to stop him.
methods, so they started running after him,
while pouring moonshine for each other. Yes,
the very real moonshine that
cooksGanfandalf from roofing felt and
sawdust. So, having gotten drunk, they
They all settled down and fell asleep.        
  The council took place, that's all.