Book-1 Tir novella. V. Speys

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      – You wanted us to be robbed. After all, could Omar Shake. Jeannette, and you’re quick on the tongue.

      – What do you unleash on children. What I do not understand that for the sheep we have…

      But a fight is brewing stopped the farmer came to the rescue. Swaying from side to side, he approached his sheep are: – I am very glad to meet you! – Holding out his hand, he said.

      Den embarrassed, blushed like a young man. He has long been brought so easily talk to a millionaire. And he reached out timidly.

      – Sylvester!

      In rough calloused hand Den found ourselves soft pads groomed fingers. Cold hard Signet tickled her palm.

      – Den! – Ingratiating smile, introduced himself. Naa cast an angry look on his son.

      – This is my mother.

      – Very nice. – Curves thick lips in a welcoming smile, Sylvester dropped and turning to the shepherd, said: – I ask you to rise to the office of bargaining. It is necessary to make

      some documents. They are gone, and the old guard remained in Naa stall, with a viewing platform could be heard shouting manager Auction: – Every twenty-five thousand! Two!..

      – Omar! I want to take a ride on the roller coaster, let’s go! My brother has not had time to respond, as Jeannette pulled him by the arm to the Raced at breakneck speed on a steep turn booths. In the little window offices, she bought two tickets, and putting their employee sat

      They drove up to the booth behind her slowly climbed into the front Omar seat.

      – Ah-ah-ah! – Jeannette cried, tight clutching his torso brother with both hands! – This cabin rushed from the scene in the “gap” descent.

      – And, and, and! – Softly she screamed when they threw up again to throw in a bend even steeper. Omar as a man held in chair, as if his father’s saddle horse to chase the sheep. Cowardice sister makes him proud of the man’s origins. He wanted more and more time on the amazing roller coaster ride. But the cabin stood. Approached employee helped her sister out. Omar got out himself. They walked down the ride on the wooden stairs. We bought ice cream and curiously turned his head around, marveling at the abundance of recreational facilities. Their attention was drawn to the pneumatic shooting range shooting. Had its various prizes for good shooting. Omar longed to shoot. He persuaded his sister and they came closer. The attendant, an elderly man with a kind smile, offered Omar a gun and a handful of cartridgesю Omar was aiming for a long time, choosing the target. Eyes scattered from a variety of animals and all sorts of sizes of dots in which to get. I wanted to immediately hit the most small, but the thought: “What if not on target”! – Stopped, and he chose the circle bigger. He was aiming for a long time, then gently holding my breath, pulled the trigger hook. Dry cotton shot and hit the goal. He shot the first time in my life. Jeannette burst into laughter. Omar proudly looked at his sister, then took aim again, and again hit the goal. He looked at Jeannette, and just noticed next to her tall young man with a beard and mustache, sleek, cleverly wounding him, Omar target. The boy flew into a rage. To tears felt sorry for myself, for my sister, “How could she cheat, and even laugh. Oh wait, I’ll teach you, cat!” – He thought gleefully. And the girl that time has forgotten about his brother and chirped merrily with a stranger. Lobster disassembled in a conversation that my sister called stranger Orth. Lobster

      looked curiously at Ort. He was a young man of noble appearance. Straight aquiline nose and large sensitive brown eyes gave the person calm, courageous expression. He smiled snowy infectious smile and so trustingly looked at Omar that he stopped sulking and introduced himself:

      – Omar.

      – Very nice, young man. Ort!

      They shook hands. The “iron hand” Ort for a moment, like a vise, squeezed a narrow palm boy. From this handshake Omar suddenly felt a man’s self-confidence and pride that such a strong person has given him, the little little man, the man’s attention. Orth had come with her sister, and when all three of them pretty tired suggested: – Jeannette, let’s explore the city.

      – Let’s just here. – She blushed, glancing at his brother.

      – And, Omar, so he’s coming with us.

      The girl sighed in relief. They came out with entertainment site and found ourselves in the parking lot of crews. There among the tents, droshkies and carts stood red pearl color passenger car. His body shone in the sun and was dazzling nor beautiful background motley wheeled transport. Jeannette trying to guess the crew Ort’s, but he led them farther and farther away, closer to the car. The girl’s heart flutter, she was scared, and it turns out that this car Ort’s. Her movements were not as fast, it slowed down, still doubting his hunches. Meanwhile, Orth-farming opened the door, inviting them to sit down. Jeanette looked in dismay at his brother. Orth first climbed into the front seat and looked admiringly at the white-toothed welcoming smile Ort’s. He filed Jeannette hand, breaking definitively hesitant girls. Girl with a sinking heart, sat on the back seat.

      – Yes, I almost forgot! – The young man said, opening the lid of the box, built into the dashboard. Out of the box he took a piece of blank paper and quickly wrote something on it,

      then put it in an envelope.

      – Dear Janet, I ask you, please, tell, please it’s your father. – He handed her an envelope! – I do not want to He was worried, and we wait for you with Omar. The girl took the envelope and climbed out: “Could not send the Rock! – She thought resentfully! – Though one hand, I quickly find my father. “calmed herself so she rushed headlong to the shed bargaining. My grandmother showed her the direction in which the father left with Sylvester. Jeannette found them in the bar is already pretty tipsy, with the extreme bar table in a corner, the left from the exit.

      – Ah! Jeannette! – Babbling drunk father tongue! – On Sylvester, this is my daughter. Sylvester pursed smile and tried to link what is not could not. Vodka struck, as seen in his head.

      – Dad! – The beginning of a daughter! – I want to take a ride on a beautiful car with a young man, and with Omar. Let. Ah! Here He asks you for permission.

      My father seemed to instantly sobered up. He took the envelope from her daughter. Jeannette immediately wanted to run, but at the last moment Dan held her hand.

      – But Daddy! – Stamping his foot with impatience, exclaimed, Daughter: – They’re waiting for you!

      – Nothing can wait. – Medley father. He slowly pulled a folded sheet of paper from the envelope. Jeannette nervously fingered handbag, patiently waiting for the word father. Den suddenly from all the mama slammed his fist on the table. Daughter flinched in surprise, covering his face with his hands. Mugs with unfinished jumped over the table and began to roll on the table, spilling the contents of which formed puddles thin stream ran on expensive suit trousers Sylvester. Millionaire fast asleep.

      – I knew it! – Yelled a voice not his father. Sylvester chewed thick lips, without waking up. Jeannette hurried rush away. The frightened girl sought out old Naa. She fumbled in Van, giving final instructions to the movers, Georgia sold sheep.

      – Hey, man, be careful! – She shouted at thein the reception.

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