Book-1 Tir novella. V. Speys

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      – What happened to Dan?

      The girl, sobbing, told him everything.

      – Again, under-the-table, the bastard! – Powerful, deep voice growled Naa. Then he took on his hips, elbows sharp thorns pierced Air: – Well, let’s go! The bar was not the father. It was not in the office and trade, and only in the branch of the National Bank of Den sat at the table and what is the diligently brings to the bank letterhead. As they approached, he finished writing.

      – What does it all mean? – Since the beginning of the threshold Naa.

      Den, oblivious mother, folded form four times and held Jeannette. The mother attempted to take the letter. But Dan pushed her over back: – For, be conveyed is Ort’s. He is waiting on the bridge, – the old Naa frantic thrashing Dan fists on the back.

      – Where you are sending it, you scoundrel! She’s not going anywhere! Screamed a woman in a high falsetto.

      – Go, go, girl! – Ordered the Den. Jeannette in fright ran to the door.

      – Wait, my daughter, do not go! Do not go anywhere! – Yelled Naa. Den both hands to hold his mother was…

      – … What do not we go further? – Omar said in Ort’s, when car stopped on the bridge.

      – Here we’ll wait for your sister.

      – Ah! – Knowingly handed Omar.

      Dragged agonizing minutes of waiting. Orth, without ceasing, chatted language, told amazing stories. The main characters in them were animals, birds, habits so much like people. Omar laughed to tears. Time passed so quickly that at first he did not even know who says Orth. It was only a moment later I saw my sister. Orth at this time unfolded the paper and read the scribble his father in the banking form. On the face of it slipped slightly perceptible cold smile. He looked absently Omar in the face, then opened the door and a strange voice commanded: – Get out of the puppy! – Lobster blinked in surprise. Bitter lump in his throat, caught his breath. Eyes with plenty of moist.

      – Let’s wait! – Shouted at him impatiently Orth. Omar got out of the car and rushed to his sister. Jeannette put her head to his brother. Blazing facing in the rays of the evening sun, the machine

      dashed on showering poor children exhaust. Do not understand, they went toward the crew. Father gloomily silent, waiting for their return. Old Naa was shaking all body. Such her Omar has ever seen. Peaked in minutes, facial features. Under the eyes are indicated by black circles. She nervously puffed tube. Came home late. Father is not in this unharnessed Night Horse…

      Old Naa sick the next day. She hire eyes, and every day it got worse. The poor old lady has selected it. Lobster with pity and fear looked at it as an unfortunate, rotating bulging eyes, tried to say something, but and could not utter a word until his death. She died a week later. Strongly handed and Den. Naa buried at the village cemetery, and the house seemed deserted. But Dan did not give up. He worked hard, whole months spent in the pasture, and almost did not come home. Lobster helped him. Jeannette hosted in the house. Sometimes visited his brother and father. So. flowed days after day, month after month, invisible string of years passed, Jeannette married a neighboring shepherd. Omar was quite an adult guy. My father had aged considerably. He

      never told the children that happened that day, a memorable day of the Auction.

      Chapter 3

      The capital Lakiya Narfi located on a peninsula, rocky horseshoe-shaped plateau, like growing into the waves of the Southern Ocean. Warm temperate climate, lush vegetation and blue waves

      washing the narrow sandy beaches, the city created the glory of the tourist capital of the world. From all over the war-scorched planet gathered in Narfi generals and members of governments, and other dignitaries of the warring countries. Some fled from the terrible everyday war, others treat your tired nerves to the new charge passionate hatred rush into the hell of war. It calmed down for a while passions calmed deadly enemies, and not noticing the neighborhood of each other peacefully rested, treated, exchanged visits and not a word was said about the war.

      Ordinary soldiers were not here. Emaciated, desperate, they were cold in the trenches, died of wounds, and the only salvation for these poor wretches was a hospital…

      In the royal palace guards were busy in the red front form. They rushed up and down the red carpet parade stairs, rattling sabers and spurs, others marched on the parade ground.

      All this buzzing, gleaming and thundered, woven into the palace brass orchestra, which plays smoothly military marches. At the gates of escort vehicles lined up, surrounded by a guard of honor on antigravity motorcycle. In all felt the approach of the solemn event great national importance. Suddenly there was silence. In the silence abruptly rang the team, and before the main entrance of the palace were frozen in a clear build Guardsmen. The sounds of drums broke the silence, drowning out the noise leaves in the trees of the old park. With the sounds of the drum, accompanied by two guards, dressed in ceremonial green form of personal protection and raspberry berets, on the red carpet the grand staircase appeared Monarch. It was no longer a young tall man, lean and taut, kept the traces of manly beauty. Delicate features and intelligent brown eyes, strong-willed fold at the bridge of the nose and a high forehead open from afar merged into a single harmonious portrait, enlivening solemn stern expression. Measured pace, all three of them proceeded to the royal armored limousine black. Right bodyguard opened the door and stood still. The second first got into the back seat, for it squeezed into the cab king, followed – opened the door guard, he also slammed it behind him. To the sound of military burst out march of the royal escort marched through the streets of Narfi towards the capital’s airport. The streets were thronged with crowds of jubilant people. Idly dressed townspeople waving flags and bouquets of flowers, Welcoming your pet and revered by the people of the king.

      At the airport he was waiting for a different military honor guard and orchestra. The king stepped onto the red carpet spread on the tarmac. Accompanied by the same guard took a few steps toward the descending on the utility ladder gray-haired man dressed in a black suit and a white shirt with a black tie. The man came down with a big smile, moved to the king. When they approached each other and shook hands, the king said:

      – Good to see you. Vic, what brings you to me?

      – I, on behalf of his country, bleeding, welcome your people and wish prosperity and welfare.

      – Thank you, Vic. On behalf of my people, I salute you.

      – I have a very important visit, I was commissioned on behalf of the Organizing Committee for the Truce lead the Union to offer you a truce.

      – What does that mean?

      – In a word, we have decided to offer you clean up in the world and you have put forward a candidate for the leadership position of the Union Truce.

      – So do not answer right away. – The king said thoughtfully.

      – Laky, you take your time, think it over everything and give the СКАЧАТЬ