Tanya Grotter And The Magic Double Bass. Дмитрий Емец
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Название: Tanya Grotter And The Magic Double Bass
Автор: Дмитрий Емец
Издательство: Емец Дмитрий Александрович
Жанр: Сказки
Серия: Таня Гроттер
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“What is ‘not forgeli,’ specifically?” the head asked hoarsely. “Where’s the magic response? What, did they not warn you that I could tear apart whoever uses magic objects illegally? Beatings in alleyways, and all such.”
“No, they didn’t,” Tanya quickly blurted out, considering that this was her only justification.
“And I’ll not believe it for life! And if they didn’t warn you, it means you’re not a witch but one of the moronoids!”
“Yes, I’m a witch… That is, I… Please wait, I’ll explain everything…”
Tanya moved back in fright and, hoping that the head would disappear, in a hurry passed the bow along the adjacent string.
“T-wang!” the string hummed intensely. No, the head did not disappear, instead beside it immediately appeared another, even more murderous than the first, decorated with a downy sergeant-major moustaches.
“Where are the evil spirits? Blabbli gabbli intertwineli?” it asked with a voice that grated on the hearing like sandpaper.
Tanya went “Oh,” experiencing a burning desire to show up a hundred kilometres away from here or, at the worst, to simply fall under the floor.
“Blabbli gabbli intertwineli?” the head repeated impatiently.
“Hello, Usynya!” the head that appeared on the balcony earlier barked. “I think the time has come to gobble up someone. Someone who summons us without knowing the simplest magic response…”
“Exactly, Dubynya… Time to punish these little green witches! They’ll know when to get mixed up with spells!”
“And most likely she’s not even a little witch but one of the moronoids… I hate it when these nothings imagine themselves magicians. I would rip off the hands that give them magic tools…”
Tanya in fear gripped the bow. She wanted to wave it at them, knowing that now and then they disappear with this, but by chance brushed against yet another string. “Gad, again! What now!” she thought, experiencing bad presentiment. And the presentiment did not deceive her.
“T-w-angg!” the string clanged spitefully, and instantly a third head, bald like a billiard ball, rolled out next to the first two. Its face was flat as a pancake, with the same set of small porous grooves as in a pancake, eyes exactly narrow slits, but then the enormous mouth stretched from ear to ear. It was clearly felt that even if this head was not entirely slow-witted, then a bit crazy.
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