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Stalin - Putin And The June Shower

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    It is already June 1950. There is a truce, and it seems that all is calm and quiet, and God's grace, except that the USSR has to be rebuilt literally from ruins. Putin in Stalin's body rules the country. And various heroes have their own very difficult and interesting adventures.
  STALIN - PUTIN AND THE JUNE SHOWER
  ANNOTATION
  It is already June 1950. There is a truce, and it seems that all is calm and quiet, and God's grace, except that the USSR has to be rebuilt literally from ruins. Putin in Stalin's body rules the country. And various heroes have their own very difficult and interesting adventures.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  Stalin-Putin was very happy about the coming summer. How great it was for him to lie on the meadow, and barefoot girls in very short skirts were dancing around him. And you could just listen to the report in the fresh air. When the sun was shining. The former Russian president sighed heavily.
  Well, why, like in some novel about time travelers, he didn't move into a boy of about fifteen, full of strength and energy. Now Stalin is officially seventy and a half. And unofficially seventy-one and a half. A respectable age, especially for a person leading such a stressful lifestyle. True, Putin was able to overcome the habit of smoking in Stalin's body, and almost never drank wine, and if he did, it was very good and low-alcohol.
  Stalin has good genetics - long-lived people are common among Georgians. But bad habits and hard work take their toll.
  But there is still a chance to last longer than in real history, at least by abstaining from tobacco and drinking less alcohol.
  Putin assigned MGB agents to his son Vasily, or rather Stalin's son, so that they would not let him drink. And this had a certain effect. And Vasily remained a more or less decent person.
  Even Stalin-Putin thought about making Vasily his successor? A son wouldn't betray his father. But there were doubts about Beria. He seemed to have ideas about turning the USSR to capitalism and tarnishing Stalin himself. But didn't Beria poison Stalin? Although no poison was found in the body of the great leader.
  Putin knew more or less clearly that Stalin died on his own, without outside help. In addition, the dictator did not want to be treated, and did not want to take medications, and repressed his personal enemy Vinogradov towards the end of his life. That's how the result was a stroke, and then help was not provided in time.
  But in any case, Beria is not reliable. A more desirable option seemed to be Nikolai Voznesensky - an academician, and the most talented in the leader's entourage. He is a kind of Trotsky under Lenin.
  It was just the name that was confusing - Nikolai, although what does that mean? Although, maybe Grigory Romanov lost the political fight to Gorbachev because of his last name. After all, Romanov is too exotic a last name for the General Secretary of the CPSU, royal, dynastic...
  In any case, thoughts about a successor visited Vladimir Joseph more and more often.
  And now he is on the lawn with a telephone. And charming Komsomol girls are dancing around. And Stalin is in such a cheerful and joyful mood - it just became super.
  Especially when the girls started singing:
  But if a warrior pierced by a bullet falls,
  And the girl will forever sit in tears as a widow.
  There is no need to think that the world is only hopelessly black,
  That paradise perished and was trampled by the evil Satan...
  
  In fact, there is hope - for a worthy fate,
  To defend the Fatherland and conquer the abyss.
  When in Russia every guy is a strong warrior -
  Know that this is not bravado or stupid kitsch!
  
  But sometimes the knights lack support,
  The Horde knows no count, and the onslaught is fierce.
  We won't become a submissive parrot then -
  After all, better than shame is a lead shot to the temple!
  
  Space warfare is of a special kind,
  In it you are a robot's toy, alas...
  But the warriors of Rus' from the military nobility know,
  Which is not fit to lie in coffins.
  
  Fragments of strange stars in the sky are diamonds,
  In them, every tear of the soul...
  Try, show your talents, man,
  Or better yet, sing and dance the hopak to the sound of thunder.
  
  Autumn time - where summer fades,
  She captivates with her wondrous beauty!
  Let my Rus' be glorified in this poem,
  With her, the inseparable mother country!
  
  I send the last kiss to the girl,
  When I die, my beauty, don't cry...
  Let's take, believe me, Berlin under the lush flower of May,
  And the monster Fritz the executioner will become the victim!
  Yes, such a song makes your soul feel happier. And the girls here are so delightful - you can't take your eyes off them. And their bare and tanned legs, and graceful feet, and breasts barely covered with thin strips of fabric are so lush and appetizing.
  Not a girl, but a goddess!
  Here Stalin-Putin caught himself thinking that he had not yet lost interest in the fair sex. And that's great.
  But alas, one has to deal with state affairs, which was already damn boring in the previous life. Putin was the President of Russia for so long, not counting the actual management of the country as Prime Minister. In fact, Stalin was not formally the head of state either, and until 1941 he was only a modest secretary of the Central Committee. Even the post of General Secretary was abolished in 1934. And then the paradox of Stalin's dictatorship arose, when Joseph Vissarionovich was undoubtedly a dictator in fact, but he did not hold a position with great powers. So, theoretically, Stalin cannot be accused of the repressions of the thirties or of fighting against God, but who is he?
  However, this did not prevent Stalin's personality from being cultivated to the point of deification. And back in the thirties, a personality cult emerged that even the tsars could not have dreamed of. How many monuments and portraits of Stalin were there before the war? And even more so after the Great Patriotic War.
  In any case, Putin was in fact in charge in his previous life, starting on August 10, 1999, when Boris Yeltsin officially declared him his successor. And he had had enough of power to such an extent that he would have been more happy to incarnate as a child than as the already elderly Stalin of the Great Patriotic War, which is very difficult. And you get tired not only physically, but also psychologically.
  Now he had to deal with Zhdanov.
  The minister reported that the USSR economy is growing and is rising. It is pleasant to hear. Moreover, Stalin-Putin, considering the shortage of men, allowed the stronger sex to have up to four wives a couple of years ago. And as a result, the birth rate is growing. And that means there will be someone to fight. True, the children still have to grow up.
  Zhdanov generally confirmed that plans are being fulfilled and even exceeded, which means we can look to the future with optimism.
  Although Stalin-Putin is worried that Hitler could attack the USSR at any moment. And for now, the Fuhrer had plans for war with Finland. But there is no invasion yet. For some reason, Hitler is slow with the unification of the empire. There may be several reasons for this. One of them is that a pretext or provocation is needed. And so the Finns are behaving quite obediently. And they even made the German mark their currency.
  After Zhdanov, Stalin-Putin received Voznesensky.
  In terms of heavy industry, he reported that Soviet designers are not sitting still. And that new tanks are being developed, more advanced than before.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - But still, you can"t beat the more advanced German pyramidal tank!
  Voznesensky nodded:
  - Yes, a longitudinal pyramid is the ideal shape for a car. It has rational angles of inclination on all sides! But we can copy it!
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - This is already monkey-making!
  And he slammed his fist on the table. Voznesensky did not hesitate and answered:
  - Peter the Great also did not hesitate to learn and adopt from foreigners. And notice, he raised Russia!
  Stalin-Putin drank some mango juice from a glass and replied:
  - That's not what bothers me. To fight Hitler on equal terms, we need to be better than the Germans. They have the resources of the entire world, which means they'll simply crush us with numbers. You understand, like Nicholas I, I command - to surpass!
  Voznesensky answered confidently:
  - And we will surpass them! A Russian left-hander is better than a German right-hander, but the whole world works for them!
  Stalin-Putin clarified:
  - Not only Russian left-handers, but also Jews...
  The Minister of Heavy Industry responded:
  - Of course! We are international! And there is not the slightest sign of anti-Semitism!
  The leader of the USSR replied:
  - For the manifestation of nationalism - they should be hanged! - And he laughed, not too cheerfully.
  In his past life, Putin had a chance to read "The Icebreaker" by Viktor Suvorov, back when he hadn't come to power and had a lot more free time. And to be honest, power is damn tiring. Already in his past life, Vladimir Vladimirovich was fed up with power to the brim. So many years of ruling Russia. De facto, he became the head of the empire on August 10, 1999 - when Yeltsin officially declared him his successor. Just imagine how long... Stalin didn't rule de facto for so long in real history. By the way, how long was Joseph Vissarionovich actually in power? It is not correct to count from the moment of Lenin's death in January 1924, since Lenin did not rule anything for the last two years and did not hold high leadership positions. But it is also not entirely accurate from April 1922, when Stalin became General Secretary. At that time, Joseph Vissarionovich did not rule the USSR. It was a purely technical post, not the position of the head of the party.
  There was still a long and stubborn struggle for power ahead. Therefore, even Stalin himself cannot clearly say from what moment he began to lead the USSR. Formally, until 1941, he really was not the head of the country and dictator de jure. This was the paradox of Stalinism. But Putin was lucky in this regard, he was not a regent for long, under a capricious and decrepit tsar. And already the new year 2000, he celebrated in the rank of acting president with enormous formal and real powers.
  Voznesensky asked timidly:
  - Are you thinking about something sublime, leader?
  Stalin-Putin waved it off:
  - No! Rather, I remembered the old days! Sometimes you think it would be nice to return to your youth!
  The Minister and Deputy Prime Minister responded:
  - Youth is not a calendar age, but a state of mind!
  Stalin-Putin nodded vigorously:
  - Perhaps! But what can I say! I remember how it goes in the song - forever young, forever drunk!
  And he pressed the button... A dozen beautiful girls in very short skirts and bare feet started dancing. Now that was a new performance. Voznesensky looked with pleasure at the tanned and muscular girls. How wonderful it is when balls of muscle roll under bronzed skin.
  Stalin-Putin also looked at them with pleasure. He felt like an eastern sultan entertained by dancers. He thought it was good to be younger.
  In Putin's team in the past life, there was a gradual unhurried rotation of generations. Lavrov turned out to be the longest serving minister. Well, this is understandable, because the Minister of Foreign Affairs has personal contacts with many heads of state and it is inappropriate to simply change him on the principle of "I'm tired of him". But in the USA, Secretaries of State changed like gloves. And in China, how many ministers of foreign affairs changed. But Lavrov was stable, and perhaps became the oldest minister of foreign affairs in the history of Russia.
  More precisely, why perhaps? He beat Gromyko's record for age in this post. But whether he was the oldest minister in the entire history of Russia, Putin certainly could not remember. At least not in the world. In the world, the Prime Minister of Malaysia was ninety-four years old at the time of his resignation. And of course, Lavrov cannot beat his result. And most likely, he came instead of Putin, Lavrov will be replaced by a younger minister.
  Stalin-Putin drank some more coffee with cinnamon. Then he let Voznesensky go. He knew more or less exactly how things were in the USSR. The country was recovering from a terrible war. The population was growing, including due to polygamy. New factories and buildings were being built. So the USSR would still rise from its knees.
  Stalin-Putin imagined how pioneers were marching. And it looked great and rich...
  Then a meeting with Beria. How could they do without the chief policeman? In general, the Minister of Internal Affairs and the Deputy Prime Minister demonstrated cautious optimism. As they say, every cloud has a silver lining. In the juvenile colonies, labor therapy is at its best. And barefoot, shaved-headed boys and girls with short haircuts both in the fields and at the machine demonstrate the embodiment of industriousness. In fact, they are still so young. Stalin-Putin caught himself thinking that he envied the boys in shorts showing off their bare heels. Precisely because they are young and they are doing very well, including demonstrating extreme mobility. And they have so much energy - it just overflows, over the edge.
  Yes, it is good to be a boy even in a labor camp. The muscles are hardened and after work there is a pleasant tiredness and a deep sleep. But Stalin-Putin is scared even on the couch. There is no way to take it.
  After meeting Beria, the leader decided to entertain himself by watching a kickboxing match. In this case, the fighters were teenagers of about fourteen years old.
  Two blond, handsome and very muscular boys with naked torsos, in shorts and barefoot began to beat each other. The teenagers hit each other with their feet and gloved hands. They are about equal, and as a referee there is a beautiful girl in only a bikini. And she gives commands, which is very cool.
  Stalin-Putin looks at this and thinks...
  Why does such a nasty thing as old age exist? Is it really fair? A man has raised his children, and he has grandchildren, he has amassed capital and it is high time for him to live, but he grows old and weak. Is this, let's say, so great? On the contrary, it is very scary. And how ugly women become - it's just awful!
  This is really somehow incomprehensible - how disgusting it looks. And in his past life, Putin quite sincerely thought, especially in childhood, that a God in whose presence women become so disgusting with age is so unattractive that it would be better if he didn't exist.
  However, there are many phenomena in the world that are difficult for materialists to explain. In particular, the existence of prophecies. Indeed, much coincides with the Pope, at least with some popes. But then the true last Pope Francis died, and the end of the world did not come. The cardinals elected a new pope. As they say - the king is dead, long live the king!
  And relations between the US and Russia have warmed up, even if the idyll has not come. Including because of Putin, who stubbornly did not want to end the war with Ukraine.
  In fact, if the US is already putting pressure not on Russia, but on Ukraine, then why not take advantage of the moment if they encourage... Everyone has become so accustomed to confrontation with the US that allied sentiments have become unnecessary. In fact, propaganda has brainwashed people and many sincerely consider America to be the spawn of hell. Here they even like to remember Vietnam or Yugoslavia. Although only a thousand people died during the bombing of Yugoslavia. And how many died as a result of the war in Ukraine? Even Putin himself is scared of how much blood he has shed. Apparently, Stalin was also having a hard time. Although, as Joseph Vissarionovich liked to say, the crowd is the fabric of history!
  The boxing boys were sweating from their work and their tanned and muscular bodies were shining. Two serving girls poured cold water on the boys - washing away the sweat. After which laughter was heard.
  Stalin-Putin shouted:
  - Come on, take it easy! This is no laughing matter!
  I also remembered the war with Ukraine... It dragged on. And I didn't want to stop it. In fact, there are almost no anti-war demonstrations. Mostly volunteers are fighting. And there aren't enough of them to make such deep breakthroughs as during the Great Patriotic War, but enough to conduct a slow creeping offensive. And considering that the population of Russia is much larger than that of Ukraine, especially taking into account the lost territories and refugees who have left the country, the difference here is about seven times, then sooner or later the enemy was bound to run out of soldiers.
  Even if Western aid and increased domestic production could provide Ukrainians with weapons, human resources would have to run out in a few years, and then it would be possible to swallow up all of Ukraine whole. And the longer the war lasted, the harder it was to stop. And the economy was sharpened for war, and it was convenient to tighten the screws, and you were a military leader and even the communists were afraid to criticize you.
  So Putin did not want the end, at least not until the capture of all of Ukraine. And this was a militaristic attitude. Moreover, so many soldiers were used to capture four regions that it was somehow weak and inconvenient to stop there. The matter had to be brought to an end.
  And Putin in his past life drove troops to assaults, bombed his opponents, launched missiles, and nailed the enemies. More precisely, the Russians attacked or tried to attack in all directions. And the situation became more and more tense. Inflation grew in Russia, the standard of living began to fall, and instead of the toothless previous opposition, new strong and aggressive leftists and ultra-rightists began to appear. Who did not try to negotiate with the Kremlin, but were determined to fight in earnest.
  That's when Putin started to get into trouble...
  Of course, there was no talk of friendship with America, Trump was simply led by the nose and tricked like a sucker. However, Trump turned out to be no fool and responded quite harshly...
  Stalin-Putin drank some more wine to calm his nerves and dozed off. And he dreamed of something interesting.
  Here he is, a young and healthy warrior with a bow and a quiver of arrows. So tanned and muscular. He is fighting a small detachment of conquistadors. They are already penetrating Mexico and trying to conquer it. And Stalin-Putin is ambushed by a team of very beautiful local girls. They are wearing only bikinis, barefoot and almost all blondes.
  What is surprising for Indians...
  However, this is a dream, and in a dream what you love is what you see. And you get what you dream of. The girls are really extremely shapely, and their abs are like chocolate bars, so beautiful and the muscles are amazingly drawn.
  Stalin-Putin asked with a smile:
  - What's your name, girl?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - I'm Angelica!
  The Indian chief exclaimed:
  - I see you have a good name!
  The warrior with gold leaf hair drew her bow and replied:
  - The name is good, but the deeds are even better!
  And she let go of the arrow. It flew in an arc and struck the conquiscador in the chest. He fell, pierced, and began to bleed from his mouth.
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  - This is awesome!
  Another girl with copper-red hair also pulled the bowstring and sang:
  - Catch the ball, Spaniards!
  And the arrow flew again and struck another rider in the throat, also one of the Spaniards. Now that was an extremely combative effect. That was what was so interesting here.
  And the other girls in bikinis, so tanned, muscular, sinewy, and with bare, pink, calloused soles, with gracefully curved round heels. Some of them pulled the bowstring with the bare toes of their graceful feet. And the girls smelled very appetizing. And this aroma aroused lust.
  Stalin-Putin took and sang, then shot and sent the arrow also accurately, piercing right into the Spaniard"s groin, in his young and ringing voice:
  Glory to communism throughout the planet,
  Let's make you happy like cherubs...
  You'll get punched in the face - mad villain,
  And forever united with the Motherland as a fist!
  The girls shot arrows with amazing accuracy. The Spanish soldiers were in armor, but it did not save them. So the arrows worked great. The conquiscadors tried to answer with muskets, but the girls hid very cleverly in the bushes. And their fire was so deadly and accurate, as if from sniper rifles - each arrow was a gift of annihilation.
  And so the Spanish detachment was completely wiped out. The girls, screaming and whooping, rushed at the corpses of the warriors. They climbed into their pockets and scooped out coins of various denominations. Of course, they grabbed weapons and armor, and most importantly, horses - which is a very valuable booty.
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - We did a good job here!
  The girl with golden hair giggled and replied:
  - And we have prey! The prey has a bull's head!
  After which followed the friendly laughter of the delightful beauties. The fight passed without losses. Only a couple of girls were scratched. So the situation, let's say, is good!
  Stalin-Putin thought that winning without losses is good. During the war with Ukraine, in his past life, he initially tried to spare the soldiers, but then they got so used to the losses that even when the count went into the hundreds of thousands, it was no longer shocking. In some ways, it even reminded Stalin-Putin of a game of military-economic strategies. Of course, it is annoying when you suffer big losses, and points are lost, but they affect you only insofar.
  And you, I must say, are not particularly upset. But you get used to shedding blood like water. Or maybe even this does not particularly bother you. Indeed, what does any ruler want - land, of course. And Alexander the Third also believed that first of all it was necessary to increase. And he was known as a peacemaker, because he ruled for only thirteen years, the last six of which he was seriously ill after a kidney injury. And of course, when you are physically weak, you are not drawn to feats and wars!
  So all Russian tsars wanted territorial conquests. And the USSR was a peacemaker only in words. For example, does the USSR fight for disarmament in words or in deeds? For its own in words, for others in deeds!
  And Stalin-Putin found it funny...
  Then suddenly the girls started screaming. Several E-75M tanks, or Tigers-4, appeared. These vehicles, unlike the Tiger-3, had a more advanced layout and a much lower silhouette. Consequently, the tank's weight decreased, but the armor not only did not become thinner, but even its level of rational slope increased, and therefore the protection improved. And with a gas turbine engine, it is much faster, and the driving characteristics are good for a heavy tank.
  Here come the Tiger-4s with their powerful guns and thick, sloping armor. And they are advancing, and their barrels are aimed at the barefoot and brave girls.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  I'm used to fighting in every possible way,
  I've seen the bottom of many, many bottles...
  But I never fell in love,
  A long time ago, a long time ago, a long time ago!
  The girls took and released arrows, and they flew in an arc and pierced the tank's armor. And they pierced the metal, and the steel caught fire, and it began to bulge.
  Stalin-Putin noted with a smile:
  - This is really cool!
  The Tigers-4 stopped and started shooting back. But there was nothing scary about that. And you could see the cakes and chocolates flying, which were in very bright wrappers. That was really extremely cool. That was metal burning, and the cars were charred.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  I am a chocolate bunny,
  I'm a gentle bastard...
  I'm one hundred percent sweet
  Hitler in the shit!
  And so the rather large tanks weighing seventy-five tons began to turn into something very tasty and appetizing. Which was so fragrant and delicious. And the cream here was multi-colored with all the colors of the rainbow.
  Stalin-Putin smiled and exclaimed:
  - This is what we brought the Third Reich to!
  The girls started dancing and stamping their bare, chiseled feet, and they are magnificent. But the women are extremely beautiful. They have so much charm and sexual energy. Well, the girls have so many wonderful things. And the girls' hair color is just super. You can't say that they are inferior in anything, and this is extremely wonderful and wild.
  How could I not just sing? And the languages were so mobile and melodious, and they had such delightful press plates. How chic and wonderful everything is here.
  Another person appeared. It was a boy with a long nose - the well-known Buratino. And he started twitching and jumping like a grasshopper.
  Stalin-Putin chuckled and replied:
  - Buratino lemonade, there will be harmony in our business!
  The girl Natasha winked and chirped:
  - Here are our vast expanses of space - believe me, we can move mountains!
  And the girls just went and hit each other with their bare soles, and sparks started flying, and they were so aggressive and wonderful. Now that would be a death-defying stunt.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - Don't retreat and don't give up!
  The girl Margarita asked:
  - And who is suggesting that we surrender?
  Stalin-Putin gurgled:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a fight with orcs, believe me, don't be shy!
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that everything will be wonderful and okay!
  Natasha squeaked with a smile:
  - Or maybe not okay, but hockey!
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - Hockey, always hockey, let's fool the goalies!
  . CHAPTER #2.
  Oleg Rybachenko, having made a very successful campaign and having consolidated himself in Egypt and Ethiopia, continued to build cities in order to then move to the East and to India. In the meantime, he can write something interesting.
  Another boy prisoner, Adolf Hitler, was in the hardened level of Hell-Purgatory, from where he was transferred by the grace and mercy of God from the hardened parole.
  As always, the former Fuhrer behaved politely and exemplarily. He really wasn't such an evil person. And he repented of his sins. And immediately admitted his guilt.
  And now he, being a barefoot boy in shorts, worked or, more precisely, underwent occupational therapy. As it should be at a strict level - ten hours a day, and a day off every other week.
  Adolf worked diligently, throwing stones into the mine carts with a shovel. And he tried to smile. His very muscular body tolerated the physical strain well. You suffer more mentally.
  And the Fuhrer mentally drew himself an AI.
  First of all, what would have happened if he had not gone against the USSR, but had continued the war with Britain?
  It should be noted that, of course, there was an underestimation of the capabilities of Bolshevik Russia. In addition, there was a risk that Stalin would stab them in the back. Suvorov-Rezun wrote a pretty good tetralogy about the latter: Icebreaker, Day M, The Last Republic, and Suicide. And there he proved that Stalin was preparing to be the first to attack the Third Reich. And they even analyzed these books in literature class. In Hell-Purgatory, even at the advanced level, there are four hours of study. And you must agree that this is much better than breaking boulders with a crowbar in a quarry or pushing wheelbarrows.
  Whether Suvorov-Rezun is right or wrong is up to the students themselves to judge - people have free will. Although Viktor Suvorov lied about some things.
  Especially exaggerating the power of the IS-2 tank. Although perhaps this is not an outright lie. It is simply possible that Rezun confused the IS-3 and the IS-2. If the second tank did not have very strong protection of the turret front, then the first one had high frontal protection. But the IS-3 began to be produced only in May 1945. And it is not entirely correct to cite it, as well as to call it the best tank of the Second World War.
  And the IS-2 penetrated the Panther head-on from a distance of a kilometer, and the King Tiger pierced the enemy from a distance of three kilometers. The IS-2 itself penetrated the King Tiger during tests from a distance of six hundred meters. And that was in 1945, with a more advanced blunt-nosed projectile, and when the quality of the Germans' armor had fallen due to a lack of alloying elements. So Suvorov-Rezun either got something wrong or deliberately spread disinformation. The Tiger-2 tank, better known as the King Tiger, was created precisely to crush any enemy vehicles and withstand shells from even the formidable IS-2 head-on. The Fuhrer should know about this.
  Then Suvorov-Rezun is also mistaken. In the Third Reich in 1941, there were amphibious tanks. True, there were few of them, only fifty-three pieces, and they were mainly used in reconnaissance.
  But the fact that they were is for sure. And heavy tanks in the Third Reich began to be developed back in 1938. Or more precisely, during the First World War. And even before the attack on the USSR, a prototype of the Tiger tank with an 88-millimeter gun was created. True, its armor thickness was only fifty millimeters. "Tigers" were developed before 1941. But a large family of tanks with sloped armor plates: "Panther", "Tiger"-2, "Lion", began to be developed in 1941 in a roughly similar form. And the "Maus" is a different story. Then Adolf Hitler made a blunder, ordering to make a super-heavy tank. Practice has shown that combat vehicles heavier than a hundred tons are ineffective. They are too heavy, very difficult to transport by rail, although in principle possible. They are expensive, vulnerable to air strikes, difficult to transport across rivers. Not to mention frequent breakdowns. If even the "Panther", which initially weighed only forty-three tons, suffered from breakdowns, what can we say about the "Maus" weighing one hundred and eighty-eight tons? In short, super-heavy tanks did not justify themselves. And the speed of the "Maus" on the highway is only twenty kilometers, and on the road even less. Such a tank can easily be bombed.
  And the Fuhrer himself could have guessed that this was absurd. True, a more advanced tank, the E-100, was then created. It used the layout typical of the E series. That is, the engine and transmission were made as one block, located transversely, and the gearbox was on the engine itself. And as a result, the height of the hull was reduced. As a result, the tank turned out to be lighter, weighing one hundred and thirty tons, smaller in size - with a lower silhouette. And it was even better protected - the armor was at a very large angle of rational inclination.
  The forehead is at an angle of forty-five degrees, two hundred and forty millimeters. The sides of the tank are two hundred and ten millimeters and also at a large angle of rational inclination. And the armament is the same as the "Maus". One gun is 128 millimeters in caliber and the other is 75 millimeters.
  The engine is more powerful - one and a half thousand horsepower. That made the car faster on the highway at 40 kilometers per hour, which is even more than the Soviet IS-2, on the road less, of course, but also decent. The tank was not penetrated by anti-tank weapons from all angles, but it itself pounded the opponents.
  And then it hit Hitler to install a new 150mm gun instead of 128mm. The entire turret had to be redesigned, and then everything died out.
  And so they didn't put the E-100 into production. So Hitler screwed up here.
  But perhaps the most controversial decision of the Fuhrer was the V-1 rockets. About twenty thousand V-1 rockets were produced - and each of them cost as much as a new Panther, and five and a half thousand V-2 rockets were produced, and each of them cost as much as three and a half Panthers. That is, so much was spent on V-1 rockets that forty thousand Panther tanks could have been produced. And this does not include the costs of development, testing, and very expensive fuel.
  Well, isn't Hitler an idiot after this?
  And even more stupid, of course, was the persecution of the Jews. Because of this, the whole world turned against Hitler. And the Fuhrer became an outcast. And if the Fuhrer had not touched the Jews, he could have beaten his opponents piecemeal. But still, what would have happened if he had not attacked the USSR and realized that Soviet Russia is precisely the fruit that is best gnawed last?
  
  There are many parallel universes, folded like a fan. In one of them, Hitler decided not to start a war with the USSR in 1941. Indeed, it is impossible to start a war with the huge Soviet empire, having Britain in the rear. Moreover, in "Mein Kaff", the future Fuhrer wrote that the main reason for Germany's defeat in the First World War was that it had to fight on two fronts.
  Moreover, Hitler remembered in time the prophecy of Wolf Messing that the Fuhrer was destined to lose and break his back in the East.
  The conclusion was made: to wage war until Britain was completely defeated. Especially since the anti-German rebellion in Yugoslavia led to the Barbarossa plan having to be postponed until the end of June. This meant that there might not have been enough time to capture Moscow and the main regions of the USSR before winter. And the Germans, as was obvious even to the self-confident Fuhrer, were completely unprepared to fight in winter.
  In addition, the capture of Crete cost the Germans great losses in landing troops, and the Fuhrer developed a great hatred for Britain, deciding to finish it off first.
  The report of the military attaché, who saw the newest Soviet tanks at the May Day parade: the T-34 and the KV-2, also had an impact. The latter tank with a 152-millimeter gun made a strong impression on all the Germans present. Hitler, after thinking for a while, ordered to speed up work on creating heavy tanks. A whole series of projects for large vehicles appeared. And until a mass tank cavalcade was created, it was better not to start a war with the USSR. The Germans had already transferred three more tank divisions to Libya in May. In early June, Rommel stormed Tolbuk and, after three days of fighting, captured this citadel.
  After that, the Germans went on the offensive in Egypt. The British could not resist the superior forces of the Wehrmacht. The Germans were stronger both in numbers and in organization. In addition, the British colonial troops did not really want to fight. Their morale was low, and it was falling more and more.
  Already in July, the Germans captured Egypt. They crossed the Suez Canal and entered Palestine. The British fled. A rebellion broke out in Iraq, and the Germans entered there almost without a fight. Soon the entire Middle East fell. In August and September, the Germans occupied cities. And they were confronted not by the Soviet fighting machine, but by small British troops, colonial forces that were not very disciplined and inclined to fight, and primitive Arab units.
  Hitler captured large territories. Gibraltar was taken at the end of September. Franco, seeing that the British were crumbling and fearing occupation by the Nazis, agreed to let the German troops through. The assault was short-lived. The Germans carried it out skillfully and in an organized manner, and the fortress itself was not particularly prepared for defense.
  After which, the Germans, almost without resistance, occupied French possessions in Africa. Fortunately, troops can now be transferred over the shortest distance.
  In winter, Hitler launched a major offensive in Sudan and Ethiopia, and also began to advance into southern Africa. After some hesitation, the Fuhrer decided: if we are going to take the black continent, then take it entirely. Moreover, the British do not have the strength to hold on to their possessions. The main difficulty for the Germans is not the British troops, inferior to the fascists in both numbers and combat capability, but the stretched communications, difficulties with supplies, and the lack of necessary roads in Africa.
  But the Germans, with their harsh totalitarian system, demonstrated excellent organization and the ability to move over huge distances. So in the USSR, the fascists were let down not by the vast expanses - Africa is even larger in territory and population than Russia - but by the stubborn and fanatical resistance of the Red Army.
  And, of course, there is no winter in Africa.
  In December, Japan finally attacked Peru Harbor. It was clear that the United States would not allow the samurai to swallow up the British colonies in Asia and the Pacific. And so, Japan was forced to weaken America with a surprise attack. And they succeeded. A series of successful operations in Asia followed. In March, Hitler, fearing that Japan would get ahead of him, invaded Iran, and from there the Germans broke through to India. It is clear that two hundred and fifty German divisions are more than enough to capture almost defenseless India and technically backward Iran.
  Hitler, of course, by transferring more and more forces to Africa and India, was taking a great risk - Stalin could begin a liberation campaign against Europe.
  But the Red Army was in no hurry. The leader of all times and nations was accumulating strength, but was not eager to enter the fight first. Perhaps Stalin did not want to take responsibility for a major war. And the Finnish campaign did not inspire optimism.
  Therefore, although German troops were spreading from Europe to Asia and Africa, Stalin was in no hurry to take advantage of this. It should also be noted that the Wehrmacht's numbers were constantly growing. German losses during extensive conquests were small, and industrial production grew due to foreign workers. In addition, the Wehrmacht was replenished with Hiwis and various colonial formations.
  The Germans replaced their construction battalions, drivers, rear units, supply trains, etc. with foreigners. More and more young soldiers were called up to the army. Even seventeen-year-olds and older soldiers were put under arms.
  The Wehrmacht increased the number of divisions, and the percentage of foreigners in it rapidly increased. The production of weapons also increased rapidly. The new Tiger tank went into production as the earliest of the heavy vehicles being developed.
  In May 1942, the Wehrmacht entered South Africa, having fought thousands of kilometers before. In June, Madagascar fell. The Americans were unlucky, having lost the Battle of Midway in this universe. Dominance in the Pacific Ocean passed to Japan. And the Third Reich, having reinforced itself with colonies from Burma, India to South Africa and beyond, increased the production of aircraft several times, conducting an air offensive against Britain. The Germans acquired new powerful bombers, the Ju-188 and DO-217. And they pressed Britain, crushing it with both quantity and quality.
  The English, on the contrary, having lost their colonies and faced with submarine warfare, reduced the production of aircraft and other equipment. The Nazis were advancing. And at the end of August, a landing took place. New German Tiger tanks took part in the battles.
  The fighting in England lasted just over two weeks and ended in capitulations.
  After which, the Germans installed their puppet government and a new, completely legitimate, king of England. Britain itself became a protectorate of the Third Reich. Its fleet almost entirely went over to the side of Germany.
  Stalin did not dare to strike the enemy during the landing. And there was a non-aggression pact between Germany and the USSR. In addition, the fascist state had become very strong.
  Churchill fled to Canada and tried to continue the fight with the help of the USA. But Hitler was determined. Operation Icarus followed, with a landing in Iceland. The last point from which American planes could reach the Third Reich was captured.
  After which the transfer of forces to Greenland began. 1943 was spent in naval battles. The Third Reich acquired hydrogen peroxide submarines that moved at a speed of up to 35 knots per hour and overtook American ships.
  Argentina declared war on the United States, and the Germans began to accumulate their troops there.
  The Nazis occupied Switzerland in two days and Sweden in five days, taking complete control of Europe.
  Australia was also captured, although the invasion took place together with Japan.
  In the spring of 1944, Germany, having accumulated a large number of landing craft, landed in Canada. At the same time, German and Japanese troops entered Mexico. Brazil, Venezuela, Chile and other countries declared war on the United States. An offensive on America began from both sides. The Germans acquired the main tank "Panther"-2, which significantly surpassed the "Sherman" in armament, armor and running characteristics. And the German jet aviation simply had no equal.
  The qualitative superiority of the German jet fighters ME-262, HE-162, ME-163 over the Americans was overwhelming. Not to mention that German jet bombers "Arado" appeared, and the best propeller Ju-488, and the formidable TA-400 with six engines. The Germans had an advantage over the USA in armored vehicles, which increased with the appearance of the "E" series tanks. The "E"-25 turned out to be especially successful, a machine with combat qualities of armor comparable to the "Panther"-2, but much lighter and faster with a lower silhouette and sloped armor.
  The US had tall Shermans and even more archaic Grands in its arsenal. They couldn't penetrate the main German Panther-2 tank in the front, even at close range. And the side armor of the Panther-2 was 82 mm at an angle, and gave a ricochet at three-quarters of the hit.
  The German MP-44 submachine gun was also superior to American submachine guns and automatic rifles.
  The Germans used trained colonial troops and foreign divisions during the battles. The Wehrmacht's strength exceeded six hundred divisions. The heavy tanks "Tiger"-2, the more advanced "Tiger"-3, "Lion", and the more compact "Lion"-2, the formidable "E"-100, and "Maus"-2 also took part in the offensive.
  By the end of 1944, the "E"-50 appeared, a vehicle that was noticeably superior in armor to the "Panther"-2 and had a more powerful engine.
  Underground tanks, which used earthmoving machines, also entered production.
  This weapon had a strong moral impact on the Americans. In the air appeared both the Ju-287, more powerful and dangerous jet bombers, and the newest modifications of the ME-262 with swept wings. And also the newest ME-1010 and TA-183, destroyed a new generation.
  A more advanced MP-54 assault rifle with greater accuracy and firing range and a lighter weight also appeared.
  The qualitative superiority of Hitler's forces had its effect, the American front had collapsed. The fascists were advancing in all directions. The Americans were unable to counter this. Their F-2 jet fighter was a failure and had flight characteristics even worse than the Mustang.
  And the US propeller fighters, even in principle, could not compare with the jet-powered German vultures. And the Luftwaffe aces turned out to be better prepared. Many of them quickly racked up scores.
  The tank crews also succeeded. Especially Wittmann, he fought on different tanks, towards the end of the war on the more advanced "Tiger"-3. Towards the end of 1944, the Germans had a 100-ton "Royal Lion" with an 1800-horsepower engine and a 410-millimeter rocket launcher.
  An effective weapon against long-term fortifications and buildings. And most importantly, it is practically impenetrable to all US anti-tank weapons.
  The Germans were constantly improving their technology. The "E"-50 reached a level of protection that was impenetrable to the American 90-mm gun from all angles.
  German armored personnel carriers were also improved, especially in armor. The Fritzes created the Luftfaust and the more advanced Faustpatrone, capable of penetrating tanks from a distance of more than a kilometer.
  The Pershing only appeared in 1945, when German troops had already captured Mexico, Canada and most of America.
  
  On February 2, 1945, the United States capitulated to Germany and Japan. The Axis powers' troops approached New York and Washington - there was no longer a chance.
  The capitulation led to the occupation of America and the seizure of its resources. Now the entire world consisted exclusively of the Third Reich with its colonies and its allies. The USSR was left with only one satellite: Mongolia. Thus, an extremely dangerous situation developed.
  It was becoming obvious that, despite the outwardly friendly relations, the Third Reich and Russia were about to engage in mortal combat.
  Stalin never dared to attack Germany when it was fighting Britain and the United States. Friendly neutrality helped Hitler defeat and conquer the West. But now it turned out that the Third Reich had designs on Russia as well. And the USSR with its communist ideology represented a potential threat to National Socialism.
  Hitler was gathering forces for a crushing blow. The Wehrmacht had become numerous, numbering up to a thousand full-blooded divisions, about thirty million soldiers, of which ethnic Germans were already less than a third. It was a huge force, well equipped with equipment, with the latest tanks of the "E" series, which were actively produced instead of the less perfect "Panthers" and "Tigers". And the "Panther"-2 remained a formidable machine.
  However, the main German tank was the modification "E"-50 weighing sixty-five tons, and thicker side and rear armor and equipped with a 105-mm gun, with a barrel length of 100 EL. This machine was supposed to become a counterweight to the Soviet KV series.
  Stalin also became interested in heavy vehicles. In August 1941, serial production of the KV-3, a vehicle with a 107-millimeter long-barreled gun, began. A couple of months later, the KV-5 tank with two 107-millimeter guns and a 76-millimeter gun, weighing 100 tons and 170-millimeter frontal armor, went into production. Already in 1942, the KV-4 went into production, weighing 107 tons and having 180-millimeter frontal armor and similar weapons.
  Stalin was fond of large constructions. The KV-6 became a machine with two guns, a 152-millimeter howitzer, and a 107-millimeter anti-tank gun. The machine weighed more than 150 tons. It was equipped with two 600-horsepower engines. The KV-7 had similar armament, but even thicker armor of 200 millimeters and weighed up to 180 tons. In 1943, the KV-8 with 152- and 122-millimeter guns weighing two hundred tons entered production.
  But super-heavy tanks were not the best. Too much weight created problems with transportation and running characteristics. Especially with the cross-country ability of the vehicles. In addition, the KV series was characterized by such a drawback as the location of the armor, without rational angles of inclination, which somewhat devalued the excellent protection of the tank.
  But the USSR, unlike the Third Reich, did not wage wars. The war with Finland was the last one. And there was no opportunity to test the equipment in practice. And Stalin, having enormous power, made unilateral decisions about what equipment to put into service. And the leader really liked heavy machines.
  The Germans used large tanks in practice. Combat experience showed that a tank heavier than seventy tons becomes too big a pain in the ass, especially during transportation, to be mass-produced for combat.
  The best designers from all over the world finally created a vehicle that met the military's requirements for protection, and at the same time it could be transported and used. The "E"-50 became such a vehicle. Its frontal armor was increased to 250 mm at a rational slope, and the sides and stern to 160 mm.
  The tank turned out squat and with a very long barrel. Finally, the Germans and their slaves created a more or less satisfactory machine. And the USSR had some problems. Especially with the main tank.
  The KV series was developed extensively: more weight, more weapons, more caliber. And it, of course, could not become the main tank.
  The T-34 was a contender for the role of the most mass-produced tank. Relatively simple to produce, it could win with its numbers. The machine, with minor upgrades, went into mass production. But in 1943, when the Germans had a serial, successfully showing itself in battle, the main tank "Panther" - the Fritzes found themselves with a mass-produced tank that was stronger. And soon the "Panther"-2 with strong armor and a long-barreled 88-millimeter gun, it became clear that the T-34 was too small.
  There were different ideas. Including the creation of a fundamentally new T-44 tank and the modernization of the previous one. Stalin was keen on the development of heavy vehicles and was somewhat cool towards medium and light ones. But the T-34 was good in its mass production. It became clear that the KV series could not withstand the Third Reich, which had swallowed so many countries, in numbers. And a compromise option was born: the T-34-85, when only the turret was changed in the main tank.
  This allowed the mass production to be maintained, but the 85-mm caliber was still insufficient to penetrate the front of the most mass-produced German tank, the Panther-2.
  There is nothing to say about the later E-50. At the end of 1944, the SU-100 appeared as a tank destroyer. But it was also inferior to the Panther-2. At the beginning of 1945, the Germans took the Panthers and Tigers out of production, choosing the heavier modification of the E-50 as a tank superior to all its opponents. This vehicle could penetrate the front of both the heavy KV and all other Soviet vehicles. Only the Lev-2 and the Royal Lion remained in production, but they were also supposed to be replaced by a unified E series.
  The Germans had superiority over the USSR in numbers and quality. In addition, Japan was preparing to strike from the east.
  Stalin did not have full information about the enemy's tank potential. But the USSR had 60 thousand tanks in one hundred and twenty divisions, not counting the armored vehicles of the infantry. Of these, forty thousand were T-34s and five thousand different KV vehicles. Plus, a relatively small number of self-propelled guns, only a couple of thousand. Mostly SU-100 and SU-152.
  The forces, of course, are considerable. But the fascists, relying on the potential of half the world, churned out a lot of tanks. Factories all over Europe, as well as in Africa, Asia, Canada, the USA, Australia, worked on them. Consider the whole world...
  The number of German tanks grew at a furious pace. Especially after the capitulation of America. At the same time, the fascists primarily pressed on the "E" series, especially the "E"-50. These machines were more technologically advanced than the "Panthers", and more effective.
  
  In the spring of 1945, tank production reached five thousand per month, and most of the vehicles could be classified as heavy. By June 1, 1945, the Nazis had about ninety thousand tanks. Of these, seventy-five thousand were deployed against the USSR. More than ten thousand more vehicles were deployed by Germany's satellites: Turkey, Romania, Croatia, Slovenia, Italy, Hungary, Finland, Spain, Portugal, and Latin American countries.
  Against them, the USSR deployed forty-five thousand tanks and self-propelled guns in the European part. The balance of forces was almost twice as bad for Russia, and in heavy tanks, eight times worse. True, the satellites' vehicles were weaker, and the crews were worse trained, but they did not make a difference.
  Some of the Soviet tanks were in Siberia and the Far East, where they were confronted by Japan with its satellites and colonies. The Land of the Rising Sun had more than thirty thousand tanks deployed, though mostly medium ones.
  . CHAPTER #3.
  And another boy, Anton Shelestov, enjoyed his stay at the privileged level. A flock of prison boys ran past the alleys on which grew luxurious, multi-colored, lush, fragrant flowers. Anton was wearing only smart shorts, with bare, beautiful, young legs, a tanned, muscular, sculpted, naked torso.
  And almost all the other boys are half-naked and barefoot. It is warm in Hell, even hot - three suns - red, yellow, green - like the colors of a traffic light illuminate the path of eternal children. And of course, it is much more comfortable and pleasant to be without clothes. The preferential level is only two hours of light work therapy, with four and a half days off per week. Study two hours five times a day. And the rest of the time is pleasure and entertainment. Although this is not quite Paradise yet. For example, in Paradise you can choose any body for yourself, and not necessarily a human one, but here you are fourteen-year-old boys.
  In addition, they pray at a preferential level, though standing, and not too long. And in Paradise, they work and pray purely at will. After all, God does not need people to pray under duress. And in Hell-Purgatory, the prayers of teenage boys are needed not by the Almighty, but by the sinners themselves, so that they become better, correct themselves and atone for their guilt and sins with prayers, work, and study. And of course, prayer inspires and makes people who have sinned better.
  And also the young bodies of teenagers influence consciousness in such a way that the mind becomes more mobile, perceives information better, information fits much better on fresh young brains, with the same soul and personality. For example, how old is Antoshka? In his past life, he was fourteen. But he had already managed to get into a pretrial detention center, and there he was beaten and humiliated, and eventually finished off. As an innocent victim, Anton Shelestov could have immediately gotten to the preferential level of Hell-Purgatory, and now he would have been transferred to the real Paradise. Where everything is so good, and you have fabulous opportunities there. And you can do whatever you want, except harm other inhabitants of Paradise, well, and attack God.
  But you can, for example, take revenge on your enemies in a virtual game.
  Anton really wanted to punish the mustachioed and fat dictator in Belarus, who had blossomed into police lawlessness. And this can be done in Paradise in the virtual world.
  In Hell, there are entertainments at a discount level. It's even very good there. Anton Shelestov's cell has two rooms, plus a bathroom. There is no toilet, this problem is solved by fecal annihilators.
  And you have a personal computer with access to the Hypernet. And a gravivisor with a three-dimensional color projection, and tens of millions of channels, including alien ones. There are some restrictions. At a preferential level - for now, plus eighteen films are prohibited, but light erotica is already acceptable, and especially science fiction. And there are small restrictions in games. For example, you can fight. And shooters, and military strategies, and city-building. Of course, it is better not to fight, but to build and take care of people. Well, and restrictions on the cruelty of the use of means.
  In Heaven there is absolute freedom, but in combination with moral self-restraint. At the preferential level of Hell you can order food like in a restaurant, and even beer, but stronger alcohol is still prohibited. But it is unlikely that a person in Heaven, being enlightened, will get drunk, even if there are whole stacks and columns of bottles of expensive vodka, cognac, liqueur, various wines, champagne and other magnificent booze.
  True, for example, Gena Davidenya got drunk, and instead of a quick transition from the general level to the light one, for drunkenness on an excursion to the point of pig squealing, he now ended up in the strict one as punishment. And his light, boyish hair was shaved off.
  So Anton regretted that he had not restrained himself in the pretrial detention center, and because of that he had not immediately been granted preferential treatment. And he had also spent fifty years in quite human conditions, a little worse than on preferential treatment, but quite acceptable. So how old is he now, really? Sixty-five or fourteen?
  In general, it is wonderful that the Almighty God Jesus Christ showed self-sacrifice and poured out his endless grace on people, even the most sinful.
  And already in Paradise, having served their term and experienced correction, many scoundrels of the past. And Nebuchadnezzar, already enjoying himself there, and Alexander the Great - a bloody conqueror, and Julius Caesar, and the famous Pharaoh Cheops, of whom many thousands were killed by the Egyptians building his pyramid, a sign for the whole world. Genghis Khan is not there yet - he has too much pride. But if he had sincerely repented and humbled himself, he would also be in Paradise.
  The Almighty God is love and Grace! And a very kind God!
  And sick and old people, having got to Hell-Purgatory, rejoiced at the young and healthy body, which they received by grace from the Almighty, Merciful and Compassionate! And in a young body, how well the head works. And many hardened bandits received another spectacle and corrected themselves, became better.
  And now, barefoot, in shorts, boys, tanned and muscular, play and laugh, baring their teeth.
  Antoshka took it and, hitting the ball with his bare foot, sang:
  And what did the Lord mean?
  He, being in a terrible distance...
  When the order was given to work,
  So that we don't fall into a dream.
  
  Although the royal attire is magnificent,
  But there is no more stingy person...
  Poverty shoots point-blank -
  Our world of suffering is an epic!
  
  And Adam is not to blame for this -
  A simple Soviet, Russian guy...
  He walked naked, not hiding his shame,
  Like a proletarian under tsarism!
  
  God gave him a limit of food,
  Foraging without knowing the forks...
  If you want more, you will be beaten!
  And drink with your palm without bottles.
  
  Adam suffered such a lot,
  In some kind of creepy, boring paradise!
  But the snake flew in on wings,
  He understood: the man is suffering...
  
  There is a way out of the thicket,
  Build a city, give birth to offspring!
  So as not to wander around the grove for a period of time,
  Sometimes treachery is necessary!
  
  I stole the magic key from heaven,
  To leave the Eden of routine...
  There you will find the girl of your dreams,
  You can even perish in hell!
  
  Yes, of course there is a risk, boy,
  This planet is not a gift...
  But you will know conscience, honor,
  And you will find your soulmate!
  
  Adam received this key -
  He opened the gates and left heaven.
  The sinner spent a lot of energy,
  Stepping on the stones of large mountains...
  
  Here he sees the gate again -
  And again the winged serpent appeared...
  He said: I am a good Satan -
  The bolt opened by itself...
  
  Adam entered and he sees -
  Such a painted miracle...
  Naked maiden over the hill,
  A third gold plate made of porcelain.
  
  But how good she is,
  Adam the boy couldn't hold back!
  And kiss her lips,
  Turned out to be sweeter than honey!
  
  
  She answered him -
  The bodies merged in stormy ecstasy...
  No, don't curse Satan -
  The guys appeared in sin!
  
  God expelled them from paradise, but...
  The planet became their home.
  Even though people have only one sun,
  But the offspring became thousands!
  
  Yes, it was very difficult -
  Floods, droughts and winters.
  But reason is a powerful oar,
  Man has become a powerful creation!
  
  How can an angel fly?
  How the demon of the mountains destroys the relief!
  Create a road where there is a causeway -
  Reach any point on land.
  
  But we need space -
  We will be able to conquer it as well.
  So our sin is not a sentence,
  No, don't talk nonsense, priest!
  
  Without sin there is no progress,
  Thoughts generate movement!
  There is one answer to the sermon:
  We don't need someone else's paradise!
  Anton started singing, and did the same with great enthusiasm. And the other boys sang along. And then Arkasha noticed:
  - We don't need someone else's Paradise! But our own Paradise is more precious to us, and we would like to get there faster!
  Another barefoot boy in shorts, tanned, with sun-bleached blond hair, remarked:
  - I would be a pirate, Morgan's assistant. It's not bad here in Hell, much better than we thought. But I'd still like to get to Heaven quickly and try some rum there. Something sweet and strong, so that I could gallop and cause trouble!
  Arkashka giggled and sang:
  - We must do it anyway! Drink some rum, brothers!
  Antoshka noted:
  - Be careful - drinking is a sin!
  The pirate boy confirmed:
  - Yes, it's true that drinking is bad! But the times on the pirate ship were fun, and you remember them with nostalgia. True, sometimes in my past life my teeth and stomachs hurt! But otherwise it was great!
  The boy Seryozhka noticed:
  - Yes, in Hell-Purgatory teeth don't hurt! It's so good here! Such a wonderful body, flexible, agile, healthy, full of energy. And that in itself is great!
  Antoshka tossed the ball onto his heel and noted:
  - Yes, this is extremely cool! We will be super - when we get to Heaven, and it's fun now!
  Indeed, playing football is also great. But you can also play on the computer. And here the screens are big, and colorful, with a three-dimensional image. And such games turn out wonderful.
  Hell is not a place of torture, but of correction, so that people become better. And, relatively speaking, not fire from heaven, but a combination of carrot and stick, is produced here. Like the red zone in a juvenile colony. Everything here becomes so comfortable and at the same time serves to educate the spirit of Christianity and kindness.
  Boys play... They are different. Some got to the preferential level right away, having left this life as children, but most came from the stricter regimes of Hell-Purgatory, and now sincerely rejoice at the outpouring of Divine Grace.
  Although they say a friendly prayer before the game, they do it sincerely.
  And then a hologram appeared from above: teenage girls appeared, also from the privileged regime. They can already wear jewelry, including stones. And they are very beautiful, and have perfect bodies.
  One of the girls leaned down to them. Her bare feet slapped. And the beauty said:
  - Salute, boys!
  The boys picked her up and started tossing her. Anton sang:
  Solar circle,
  The sky around...
  This is a boy's drawing!
  She drew a girl,
  And he said goodbye!
  One of the boys, one of the more seasoned ones, remarked:
  - Sing something more interesting! Maybe something of your own composition!
  Anton sang again:
  I admire my sweet girl,
  And a strand of hair flows down the cheek,
  I'm head over heels in love with you, beauty,
  I'll pick a bouquet of snow-white roses!
  Several girls jumped off and began to dance energetically with the boy prisoners.
  Usually, the child prisoners preferred to go without shoes, which was very convenient. And the young inmates of this Hell-Purgatory danced energetically.
  One of the girls chirped:
  Oh Motherland, I love you so much,
  There is nothing more beautiful in the entire universe...
  The Fatherland will not be torn apart ruble by ruble,
  May all generations have peace and happiness!
  The prisoner boy, flexing his abdominal muscles, exclaimed:
  - Let paradise be our homeland!
  Anton noticed and sang:
  Motherland, let the ugly thing sound,
  But we like her,
  Even though she's not a beauty!
  I trust bastards,
  Overthrown by executioners!
  O Lord have mercy,
  Do not torment our flesh!
  The boys and girls began to throw colorful balloons at each other. They were very beautiful and seemed to fall from the sky by themselves.
  One of the boys sang:
  My God, how beautiful and pure you are,
  I believe that your rightness is infinite...
  You gave your glorious life on the cross,
  And now you will burn in my heart forever!
  The other boys and girls joined in unison:
  You are the Lord of beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless bright light...
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by an endless sacrifice!
  After which diamond drops of rain splashed on the children-prisoners. The boys and girls were having fun. They were in the mood that schoolchildren have when summer vacation is approaching, it's May outside, and you've been given an extra day off, or a holiday. Like on the ninth of May, or on Pioneer Day. Once upon a time in Soviet times, on this day all the rides became free, and you could also drink juice and eat cake for free.
  That is, like, one day of communism for children. And even in this case, there were queues in the park. But this was communism only for children, and not for everyone, but for those of pioneer age - outside of those who are older or younger.
  But at the preferential level of Hell-Purgatory, thanks to the development of technology, everyone has enough resources. And you can count on a good level of happiness. And in Heaven even more so. There, as they say, there is everything, and absolutely free. Just do not harm others. And with girls you can as much as you want. Or with the same saved ones like you by consent, or even with biorobots, which is also great. Moreover, you do not need to look after them and strain yourself.
  And of course, in Paradise you can start a family and have children. Either naturally, or carry them in an incubator instead of in the womb.
  But in Hell-Purgatory the process of having children is not yet available. But in Paradise it is possible. Although with restrictions. So that there is no overpopulation of the Universe-Paradise. Although the Most High, the Almighty God can expand it almost to infinity.
  The pirate boy noted, dancing:
  - We are having a lot of fun, believe me! Oh, sunny girls!
  The dancing was truly magnificent. Both barefoot and boyish and girlish feet were bouncing.
  Anton said with a cheerful look:
  - Yes, much better than in the pretrial detention center. The frisking was especially humiliating, especially since they searched me not to find anything, but to morally humiliate me!
  The pirate boy giggled and roared:
  The corsairs cannot bear the humiliation,
  Let's all stand up for each other...
  We will not tolerate insults any longer,
  Let's crush the enemy with a steel hand!
  Seryozhka put his index finger to his lips:
  - Be careful! Don't be aggressive! Otherwise, you won't be allowed into Heaven!
  A former duke, a prisoner boy, remarked:
  - Sometimes aggression is necessary! Remember the heroes of the Bible, especially the Old Testament: were they pacifists?
  Anton nodded:
  - Especially if you remember King David! You can't call this king peaceful!
  The child prisoners of the privileged level of hell started singing:
  A ray of sunshine shines through the golden darkness,
  The cherub sent me greetings from God!
  An attack of evil spirits - an awakened swarm,
  The underworld brings many troubles!
  
  We do a lot of dirty tricks - vile deeds,
  If you wish well, you will remain alone!
  I wanted to break the shackles into pieces,
  But the collar that the master gave is strong!
  
  I remembered the feminine face of my beloved,
  Through the flames of battle and thunderstorms I will come!
  And into my heart, the sacred spirit penetrated,
  I feel heavy, I moan, I suffocate in delirium!
  
  Below us is a plain, a carpet of trees,
  The countless darkness of enemies rose up like a wall!
  But the angel of the Lord stretched out his right hand,
  It's time to win and say goodbye to melancholy!
  
  I praise Christ - he is divine,
  In my sinful soul: the Almighty sings!
  The motive is familiar to everyone, repeated in the psalms,
  Sharpen your spear and set out on a campaign!
  
  The God of peace meets with the darkest brow,
  The Holy Fatherland is betrayed by you!
  You lost your nerve in battle and parted with your sword,
  You have been conquered by the enemy - Satan!
  
  I answered God, bowing to the ground,
  Yes, man is weak, his flesh is like water!
  When things were tough I called to you,
  The answer didn't come, I barely survived the fight!
  
  I ask you, O Lord, give me one chance,
  To strain the will, to defeat the army of hell!
  Christ answered - he saw the hour of destruction,
  But I wanted to test your faith!
  
  Well then, go and pray - I will forgive you,
  The suffering of people, alas, is understandable to me!
  Remember David, put a stone in your sling,
  All the sinners of the world are the sons of Christ!
  
  And so I fight, for the glory of Christ,
  And the stream flows, boiling blood!
  And the mountains of the slain, the number of victims is countless,
  But I believe in the Almighty God love!
  This is how the young and cheerful prisoners of Hell-Purgatory sang. And these boys and the girls who jumped up to them smile so brightly, and their teeth sparkle like pearls.
  The children began to catch the chocolates smoothly falling from the sky with their hands. And they did it extremely deftly.
  Anton Shelestov noted:
  - It's almost paradise!
  The former filibuster nodded:
  - All that's missing is some sweet and strong rum!
  The boy asked:
  - Doesn't your head hurt? After all, alcohol constricts the blood vessels in the brain?
  The pirate boy answered not too confidently:
  - In bodies that are possible on Earth. But we have much more perfect bodies and young ones, maybe nothing hurts in them!
  Anton chuckled and noted:
  - As in the song - forever young, forever drunk!
  One of the female prisoners noted:
  - We'll get to Heaven! And there's not much time left before that, time flies quickly in eternal youth! And we'll turn around there!
  The prisoner boy Seryozhka chirped:
  - We will soon get to Paradise,
  Pleasures to the brim!
  And the child prisoners laughed and stamped their bare feet, which were tanned, with slightly rough soles. It was hot in Hell-Purgatory, and running barefoot was a great pleasure.
  This is how happy they were...
  Anton thought that he regretted that he had ended up in Hell early. He hadn't had time to live. Although he had been unlucky enough to end up in a juvenile colony for nothing. But it was a shame to leave Earth so early, even if you consider that you hadn't had time to sin. In any case, the teenage boy was now in a good place, with the prospect of ending up in a better one.
  Here on Earth, many people draw Hell in a stupid way. One can especially remember Yuri Petukhov, who depicted the underworld as the delirium of someone suffering from the most severe form of schizophrenia, and even severe stupidity to boot. Can the Almighty God really be like that?
  Jesus Christ himself said: God is Love! And the main goal of the Almighty is not to punish sinful people, but to re-educate them so that they become better. Well, a certain freedom should be even in Hell-Purgatory, and especially of course in Paradise! So do not think that people are burned with fire there. This is a primitive idea. And the expression fiery Gehenna is a metaphor. And for example, some narrow-minded believers, for example Adventists, understand this primitively and literally. But for example, evangelical missionaries, when it comes to working among the Chukchi and Aleuts, faced such a problem. That for them, paradise is precisely fire to warm up.
  And we have to resort to other metaphors and allegories to show Hell. So we shouldn't take everything so literally.
  And of course there is punishment in Hell-Purgatory - it is strict discipline and work therapy, and the need to pray. The latter is also akin to torture for ideological god-fighters or Satanists. Although they get used to it. For example, Marat Kazei as a boy of about fourteen and a pioneer hero could already be in Paradise, having got to an easier level, and maybe even to a preferential one. Since killing invaders is a much lesser sin than killing innocent people. However, murder in any case is not good in the eyes of the Almighty. But killing fascists is justified, especially if a person realizes who it is, it is still a sin, but an understandable and forgiven sin.
  But Marat Kazei behaved insolently and claimed that there was no God, plus he had some other sins, made love outside of marriage with an adult woman, and smoked. That's why he stayed at the strict level, where he didn't even want to pray.
  Marat was a prickly, tough boy who often fought. You can't call him kind, but that's understandable. Children are a pretty cruel bunch, and without fists you can't gain their respect, so Marat's father is an enemy of the people.
  But many in heaven and in Paradise asked for Marat Kazei to be transferred from the strict level to easier ones. And then a miracle happened. By the will of the Most High, the Merciful and Compassionate, Marat Kazei was transferred to a preferential level.
  The boy prisoners rejoiced at their new, brave comrade and pioneer hero.
  . CHAPTER #4.
  But with Hitler it was quite the opposite. Public opinion in Heaven was against the transfer of this odious dictator and bloody tyrant from the enhanced level of Hell to the tougher one. And the enhanced level of Hell-Purgatory seemed too soft for this tyrant.
  In fact, even though there are no days off or entertainment at the intensive level, there are, in addition to twelve hours of work therapy, four hours of study. And there they show movies, and sometimes they transmit news from Earth, and at least there are some fresh sensations and entertainment, and knowledge will be squeezed in. That is, even there, by the will of the Most High, the Merciful and Compassionate, there are at least some bright streaks in life.
  Plus, by grace, even the worst sinner receives a young and healthy, perfect, muscular body of a fourteen-year-old boy. Which in itself is a huge Grace! And the Most High God - the Merciful and Compassionate - put eternity in our hearts. That is, he endowed all living beings with an immortal soul. And this is already the Greatest Grace. But it is not for nothing that the Son of God Jesus Christ said God - This is Love! Moreover, the highest expression of love was used - in Greek.
  And most importantly, the Atoning Sacrifice of Jesus Christ gave everyone without exception the opportunity to be saved! Such is the Power of God the Son. It helped give everyone the opportunity to come to Paradise sooner or later.
  Which, of course, not everyone liked. For example, Hitler in Paradise? It seemed wild to many. Although, for example, many conquerors of ancient times had already been in Paradise. For example, Alexander the Great, also no angel... How much blood he shed and wanted to rank himself among the Gods. Well, and many others. Genghis Khan had already reached the preferential level of Hell-Purgatory, and should soon be in Paradise.
  And if we take into account the population size, he shed more blood than Hitler.
  So, of course, there is still room for debate here. But Genghis Khan committed atrocities a long time ago, and time heals. And Hitler's atrocities are fresher, just as Vladimir Putin's atrocities are fresher. But the latter is a special case, especially since the Russian dictator did not even want to repent. But the former Fuhrer of Germany repented quite sincerely and wanted to improve.
  So an angel appeared to him while he was working in the quarry. And, glittering with gold leaf, he announced:
  - By the will of the Most Merciful and Compassionate God, you have a special mission to fulfill. If we are convinced that you have become different, then you will be transferred to a lighter, strict level of Hell-Purgatory, and if not, then you will return to the enhanced one!
  The boy-Fuhrer knelt down and replied:
  - I am ready to accept any will of the Almighty God!
  The angel stated:
  - Then may you be transferred! To a special world created by the Almighty. There you must find the dust of the Most Holy Mother of God. And it is not given into evil hands! Do this and your path to Paradise will become shorter!
  Adolf Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - I rely in everything on the Almighty - the merciful and compassionate!
  The cherub nodded:
  - May the will of the Almighty God be done!
  The boy-Fuhrer felt a slight push, as if he was being picked up and carried away. And a moment later Adolf found himself on a lawn. It was covered with fresh orange grass. It was slightly cooler than in the underworld. The bare feet of a boy of about fourteen felt soft plants instead of the rocky soil of the quarries, and they felt blissful. And in general, the nature around was so beautiful, and butterflies with multi-colored wings and silver dragonflies were flying. An idyll, not a world... And in the sky the sun was shining, almost earthly, and with it another violet and small, but bright.
  The boy Hitler even sang with delight:
  The sun is shining brightly,
  The sparrow chirps...
  To be kind in this world,
  Have fun!
  Indeed, the Fuhrer had changed. And he himself was ashamed of his cannibalistic actions in his past life. Especially the persecution of Jews, just because they were Jews. It was one thing to fight partisans - everyone had a finger in the gun, but it was another thing to kill people loyal to the regime just because they belonged to a certain nationality. And what came over the Fuhrer then? How did he become such a monster?
  A boy in a funny hat, a real gnome, suddenly appeared in front of him, and he asked:
  - You are obviously a big sinner?
  Hitler replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, unfortunately it's big!
  The gnome boy then chirped:
  - Guess the riddle! Ready?
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded:
  - I'll try!
  The young gnome chirped again:
  - What do you have, but others use it more often than you!
  Adolf answered confidently:
  - My glory! Although it is better not to have such!
  The gnome boy laughed and replied:
  - For others, this is usually their name. But let you have glory, I see you are not a simple person!
  The boy-Fuhrer sang in response a phrase from Vysotsky"s song:
  Comrade Stalin, you are a great scientist,
  You know a lot about Marx's science...
  And I am a simple Soviet prisoner,
  And my comrade, the Bryansk wolf!
  The young gnome giggled and noted:
  - Bravo, you have a sense of humor! By the way, Stalin is a familiar name. Where have I heard it?
  The boy Hitler answered uncertainly:
  - I think it was connected with the war!
  The gnome nodded confidently:
  - Yes, that's right! With a big war on one of the human planets. Tell me, do you love God?
  The boy-Fuhrer answered confidently:
  - Of course! God is merciful and compassionate!
  The gnome boy asked:
  - Do you think that if the Germans had developed the "Lion" tank, would it have affected the outcome of the war?
  Boy Hitler shrugged:
  - Not significantly... This tank is heavier and more expensive than the Tiger-2, but its armor is better only on the front of the hull. As for the gun, although it is superior in caliber and single-shot damage to the Tiger-2's 88-mm gun, it is inferior in rate of fire. And a larger caliber means a smaller reserve of shots.
  The young thunderer noted:
  - You're smart! Listen, do you want to do a good deed?
  The boy-Fuhrer nodded vigorously:
  - I really want to!
  The gnome boy flicked his fingers and a magic wand appeared in his right palm. The magnificent wizard noted:
  - I warn you, it might hurt!
  And he waved it...
  The boy-Fuhrer suddenly found himself in the cold, and he himself was wearing only swimming trunks. In front of him was a picture - three SS men were walking behind. Two policemen in front and two more behind with whips. And on the rope was a girl of about twelve years old. She was wearing only a torn dress, and she was splashing barefoot in the snow. And her little feet were red from the cold. And around the girl's neck dangled a board with the inscription - "I am a partisan."
  Hitler, indignant, rushed to intercept them. The girl's back was lacerated, two vile policemen were whipping the unfortunate child with wire.
  The boy-Fuhrer ran in front of her, waving his arms and shouting:
  - Don't you dare! Let the child go!
  The naked, muscular boy, wearing only swimming trunks, was tanned and had a shaved head. The fascists were somewhat taken aback by him. But then they raised their submachine guns and clicked their bolts. Hitler realized that he was about to be shot at, and roared in German:
  - My father is an SS general! I am ordered to give this girl to me!
  The SS officer asked:
  - Why are you naked?
  Hitler the boy replied:
  - Because I am tempering myself as a true Aryan!
  The boy really was so muscular and handsome with a brush of light hair and spoke good German. And that's why the fascists believed him. They handed the end of the rope that was tied to the girl's neck to Hitler. And the boy-Fuhrer led her on.
  Bare feet left traces, two pairs of children. The girl walked next to him. Her bare feet were scarlet from the cold, like the feet of a goose. The boy also felt uncomfortable, especially after the eternal summer of Hell. And he quickened his pace, asking:
  - Do you know which house will accept you?
  The partisan girl replied:
  - I can't say that, boy. They're afraid they'll be shot. And I probably won't be able to get to the nearest partisan base!
  Hitler-Boy squeaked:
  - Get on my back! I'll carry you!
  The girl sat on the muscular, sinewy back of the handsome teenager. Hitler, accustomed to hard work in the quarries of Hell, began to trot. And the girl controlled him. Showed him where to run.
  The muscular teenager raced like a stallion. Even though the snow burned the boy's rough soles. Hitler felt like he had hymns playing in his head.
  And how many people died because of him... But then, ahead among the sugbrs, a hidden dugout appeared - a base of partisan otrybniki. There, the girl gave the password. And she and Hitler were let in. A fur coat was immediately thrown on the girl. The boy was also given pants, a tunic and boots.
  But Hitler didn't have time to get dressed. He suddenly found himself back in the fairytale forest in just his swimming trunks.
  The gnome boy replied with a smile:
  - Well, you're good! Now answer - who is red on the outside and white on the inside?
  The Fuhrer replied with a smile:
  - It's a radish!
  The gnome boy laughed and replied:
  - Great! Well, now another test awaits you.
  And again the young wizard waved his magic wand.
  The boy-Fuhrer found himself in a big city. Sentences were passed and punishments were carried out in the square.
  A beautiful, tanned girl had just been brought out, wearing only a loincloth. She had light hair and tanned skin, and her bare, graceful feet were walking along the platform.
  The boy-Fuhrer suddenly felt a weight on himself, and saw that he had a bag in which there was a sack filled with something heavy. Adolf opened it. And whistled: gold.
  The herald announced:
  - This girl, the daughter of the patrician Zenobius, accepted Christianity and refused to bow to the statue of the emperor. For this, they propose to sell her into slavery and flog her with a hundred lashes without mercy!
  The judge in a pink robe embroidered with gold asked:
  - Are you ready to renounce your God and recognize Emperor Nero as a deity?
  The girl shook her head:
  - No!
  The judge muttered:
  - Then whip her! If she remains alive after the whipping, she will be sold to a brothel.
  The girl's arms were twisted and she was dragged away. The boy Hitler screamed:
  - No! Since she is a slave, I buy her!
  The judge exclaimed:
  - She is very beautiful and expensive! If you have such money, barefoot boy?
  Hitler pulled out a bag of gold and threw it. A half-naked slave boy ran up and put the bag on the scales. The judge replied with satisfaction:
  - Well, the price is enough! She's yours!
  The boy Hitler was delighted, but the judge's dry voice added:
  - And now she must receive the hundred lashes she received under the court's sentence. Since the purchase does not cancel the court's sentence at all.
  And the girl was seized by the executioners again. The boy-Fuhrer exclaimed:
  - No! Since I am now her master, the responsibility for her now lies with me. I am ready to take on the guilt of a slave!
  The judge replied with a smile:
  - So be it! Take her place!
  The boy-Fuhrer was led to the platform. Outwardly, he looked like a slave - muscular, sinewy, half-naked and tanned in only swimming trunks. And boy-slaves were often flogged. And so they led him to the post, fastened his hands in chains, and his bare feet in shackles. The executioner offered a gag, but the boy-Fuhrer decisively rejected it:
  - I am a slave only to God, and I will endure!
  The executioner was huge, over two meters tall, took a soaked whip from a mortar and hit the boy with all his might on his bare, muscular back.
  Adolf's breath caught in the pain, but he clenched his teeth and held back a scream, breathing heavily. The whip fell on him again. And it really hurt.
  The crowd hummed approvingly: it had never happened that the master himself took responsibility for the slave. Although if you look at how beautiful the girl is, and a boy of about fourteen, half-naked, and so similar to a young slave, bears responsibility for her. And they were interested in this.
  The tanned, smooth skin on the boy's back burst and blood flowed. Adolf Hitler gritted his teeth and endured. His muscular teenage chest shook with pain. Blow after blow followed. The executioner went for it with all his might. Drops of blood and sweat flew in all directions. The whip whistled. Then the executioner took another, even more stinging one in his gloved paws. And he hit even harder. It seemed to Hitler that lava from a volcano was erupting on his back. How cruel and painful it was.
  The boy-Fuhrer endured and clenched his teeth. Then the whip hit the boy on his bare heels. And he cried out in pain once more.
  The executioner hit and hit with all his might, his breathing became heavy. And the boy felt his consciousness clouding, and then, on the last blow, the boy-Fuhrer passed out. And lost consciousness.
  The executioner dealt a couple more blows. And the judge exclaimed:
  - One hundred!
  A bucket of ice water was poured over the unconscious boy-Fuhrer, and Adolf Hitler came to his senses.
  After which the executioner freed him from the chains, and the bloody Fuhrer-boy staggered off the platform. And he nodded to the slave girl, saying:
  - I paid for you, you can go wherever you want!
  The girl Zenobia answered:
  - I will follow Jesus, and I invite you to follow me!
  And here again Adolf Hitler is again in the clearing. And before him, as before, the gnome boy was jumping. He was spinning and shaking his magic wand.
  Now the boy wizard waved his magic wand again. And a new, alternative history appeared.
  The grenade didn't explode - that happens. And so the girl was captured. Well, the Germans didn't beat her up too badly, they were afraid to kill the child.
  And they took Lara for interrogation. And SS Hauptmann Kluge began to interrogate her.
  He asked the girl:
  - Aren't you afraid in captivity!?
  Lara answered bravely:
  - No!
  Kluge muttered:
  - You will die and be forgotten!
  The girl answered bravely:
  - Maybe they will forget about me. But there are two hundred million of us and it is impossible to forget all of us!
  Kluge grinned carnivorously and asked:
  - Aren't you afraid of pain?
  Lara muttered:
  - The greatest pain is to see you fascists on our land!
  Haupman growled:
  - I will order you to be tortured!
  The pioneer girl shouted:
  - Talking to you is already torture!
  Kluge ordered:
  - Let Frau Gerda and Frida interrogate her!
  Two women entered the room. Gerda was a young, fair-haired, beautiful, rather tall and slender girl. And Frida was older, heavier, but also tall.
  She smirked and noted:
  - Poor girl, what awaits you!
  Gerda licked her lips and remarked:
  - She's a redhead... And I'm a blonde - it's a good combination!
  Kluge noted:
  - We need to find out where the partisans' weapons cache is!
  Gerda smiled ironically and asked:
  - Does she know this?
  Kluge nodded:
  - A reliable person reported that she is a liaison for the partisans. And she also knows the safe houses in other villages and those who work for the partisans!
  Frida noted with a predatory smile:
  - We'll take care of her!
  The girl was taken to a special room for active interrogation. It looked more like a medical office. There were different sized pliers, syringes, knives, scalpels, enemas and various other surgical instruments hanging there.
  A pretty girl in a white coat was sitting in the chair. Lara couldn't help but think that she was a nurse. But then she really did get scared. This red-haired German beauty had eyes that weren't just angry, but hungry. Like a fox that saw a fat chicken.
  In good Russian, the girl in the white coat asked:
  - Well, my little chick, you'll tell us everything nicely, or we'll have to prick you with a thick needle!
  Lara involuntarily looked around. On the side stood the chair of the dental enemy with drills and this was ominous. And on the other side was the gynecological chair.
  And also some kind of machine with electrodes through which current is passed.
  Yes, the torture chamber here is equipped in a completely modern way!
  Lara felt an unpleasant chill in her lower abdomen. She became truly scared, because professional executioners can cause terrible pain.
  The girl in the white coat smiled, it seemed sweet, but this smile made me feel scared, and said:
  - Let's take off her shoes! At the same time, let's check if she's hiding anything in her boots.
  Lara's boots were good and new. Before that, she walked barefoot until the snow. And then she put on very rough and uncomfortable shoes. But for special services she was awarded an order from the mainland and fur boots. And she had to be captured in them.
  Since the girl was in no hurry to take them off herself, Frida and Gerda knocked the young partisan down and rather roughly tore off the boots. Then, more carefully, so as not to tear them, they pulled off the black stockings.
  Lara turned out to be barefoot. She was wearing only a dress, but the Germans had already taken her fur coat when they detained her. They roughly groped her and tore off her sweater. But the commander forbade them to take off her boots and undress her further.
  Now the girl was faced with something sophisticated.
  The girl in the white coat noted:
  - You have beautiful legs. They are very graceful.
  She stood up and walked up to Lara. She ran her finger along her bare sole, saying:
  - However, your feet are rough and calloused, did you walk barefoot a lot?
  Lara nodded:
  - Until mid-October. Then it started snowing, and the white fluff started burning my heels too much!
  Gerda answered with a smile:
  - I like to walk barefoot too. It's more agile and you can sneak up unnoticed. And when your feet get rough, you don't feel the cold as much.
  The girl in the white coat suggested:
  - Maybe I should put her bare, cute feet on an electric stove. And turn on the current and heat them up well?
  Gerda nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, of course it hurts! But in this case the roast might burn!
  The nurse giggled and noted:
  - You can rub it with olive oil, and then it will hurt even more, and at the same time it won't cripple. And we'll repeat the torture more than once!
  Frida confirmed:
  - Come on! She'll talk like this!
  Gerda asked the girl Lara with a smile:
  - Will you tell us who is still underground? Where is the partisan hideout in the forest, who do you keep in touch with in the villages and the city? Or should I continue torturing you?
  The girl in the white coat corrected:
  - It's not you who should torture, but us!
  Lara turned deathly pale. She remembered how she had accidentally touched and burned herself on a hot stove, and after that, blisters had swelled on her toes and they had ached for a long time and painfully. But that was a very short-term touch. And now they would simply take and cauterize her entire sole and it would be long and incredibly painful.
  Frida, puffing, held up two small tiles with wires. They were made in such a way that it would be more convenient to fasten the girl's baby legs in them.
  And Gerda went to the cupboard. She took out a tube of oil and Vaseline, which was supposed to prevent major burns and blisters.
  And the beautiful, blonde German girl began to smear Lara"s soles, which had become rough from long barefoot walking.
  Frida remarked with a predatory smile:
  - Oh, poor unfortunate girls' feet. They are still cute, small, childish, barefoot and defenseless. What excruciating torture awaits them.
  Gerda finished lubricating the partisan girl's feet. And they were inserted into the sockets and fastened tightly. The wires were fixed, and the plug was inserted into the sockets.
  Afterwards, the girl in the white coat asked Lara:
  - Are you going to talk?
  The girl answered bravely, although her voice trembled with fear:
  - No!
  Gerda noticed:
  - When your heels are fried on an electric stove, it really hurts!
  Lara turned pale, shuddered and answered:
  - I know that! But I still won't say anything!
  The girl in the white coat turned the switch, and the stove creaked slightly as it began to heat up.
  So far, however, it was slow, and I didn"t feel it right away.
  Gerda asked:
  - Who did you keep in touch with in the city?
  Lara replied with a sigh:
  - I won't tell!
  Frida suggested:
  - Maybe it would be better to whip her with wire, barbed wire at that!
  Gerda suggested:
  - Or even better, red-hot!
  The girl in the white coat objected:
  - No! Larisa Mikheiko should be interrogated on all points, and carefully, like a priest at confession.
  Frida smiled and suggested:
  - What about current?
  The girl with red hair answered confidently:
  - It will come to that too.
  Lara's bare heels began to burn. The girl twitched. But her legs were secured in special torture clamps very tightly. And she sighed heavily and clenched her teeth to hold back a groan.
  The girl in the white coat asked:
  - Maybe you can tell me?
  Lara shook her red head and croaked:
  - No, I won't tell!
  Gerda suggested:
  - Let's break her rib!
  The nurse-executioner turned the power regulator of the stove. Lara's bare feet began to burn even more. The partisan girl moaned, but immediately bit her lip. Her pale face was covered in sweat, it was obvious how much pain and extreme agony the girl was in.
  Frida noted:
  - A stubborn partisan!
  The nurse nodded:
  - Of course! But we've broken worse! If necessary, we can even drill her teeth!
  Lara shuddered and turned even paler. Yes, these are merciless executioners.
  And the girl's bare feet were fried and baked. And it was very painful.
  . CHAPTER #5.
  Summer is a golden time for thieves. Alexander Rybachenko also stole with his underage gang.
  And in between, of course, I didn"t forget to write something interesting:
  Meanwhile, Aquazar-Geta and a squad of boys settled down at the outpost. The young warriors relatively easily killed a small group of orcs with arrows and crossbows, and only one wounded man was left. This boy was placed on a stretcher, and a nurse girl began to cast a spell over him. She anointed him with a potion and the young warrior fell asleep.
  Aquazar-Geta and the other boys hunted a little. And not without success.
  Here were a couple of gazelles and a roe deer roasting. It smelled very appetizing. Aquazar-Geta thought that it was not bad to be a boy and have loyal, reliable, albeit inexperienced and naive comrades.
  Lomik, for example, trains to throw daggers and boomerangs using the toes of his bare, childish feet. The boy does this quite successfully.
  Xena shows him how to reproduce this more successfully with his feet.
  The girl demonstrated extraordinary dexterity with her bare, graceful feet. She really showed miracles of her technique.
  Lomik noted:
  - You should have been born a man!
  Xena objected:
  - No! These are prejudices! Both the strong and the fair sex can be warriors just as well!
  Aquazar-Geta sang:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  So it happened: the gorilla took the stone...
  When the enemies are legion without number,
  And in the heart a flame burns hotly!
  Xena confirmed:
  - Of course! Every person is a warrior! Just don't compare people to gorillas! This is an extremely humiliating comparison for a person!
  Lomik noted:
  - There is a version that people came from the Gods! They are like their younger grandchildren!
  Aquazar-Geta did not argue:
  - It is quite possible! We all have a particle of Divinity in us and it should be developed!
  After which the boy wizard took and cut off a piece of roast roe deer with a dagger and put it in his mouth. He began to chew the juicy meat. The thought arose in his head again: how to take revenge on Conan.
  And Xena suggested:
  - Let's play chess again! This time I'll definitely beat you!
  Aquazar-Geta replied:
  - Yes, but I don't play without interest! Let's bet a gold coin!
  The warrior princess nodded:
  - What's going on! It's really not interesting to play without money!
  Lomik noted with a smile:
  - There are three things that are eternal: problems, gods and money! And I'm not sure about the gods!
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and replied:
  - Yes, me too! But life does not end with the death of the body - that's for sure! You just have to be able to control your soul!
  Lomik asked curiously:
  - And how exactly to manage?
  Xena noted:
  - There are some techniques that allow the soul to leave its body. And then your spirit travels. But only advanced sorcerers can do this. Or those who have had this gift since childhood!
  Aquazar-Geta nodded:
  - Yes! This is the so-called flight into the astral or mental! Or even the ability to move into another body. Although if it were so simple, then what would it cost, for example, to incarnate into a king or emperor!
  Lomik answered with a smile:
  - Nothing!
  Xena muttered:
  - Better bring the chess! Let's play!
  The boy started running, his bare, round, childish heels flashing. The warrior queen thought that these little men were very cute creatures! So funny. And you can just be friends with them and they don't crawl under your skirt with their playful hands.
  Aquazar-Geta cut off a piece of meat and threw it to the baby cheetah. Such an animal is also an excellent hunter.
  Soon the orcs will attack again and we will have to fight them. The dark lord who once became a boy stamped out orcs himself and created magical armies. They can be reproduced in huge quantities and taken by numbers.
  The boy wizard turned on his side. He took it and traced a pentagram with his bare toes. And in it appeared an image of the area in the castle of the red rulers' wizards. A dozen wizards were conjuring something over a potion. They were whispering spells and throwing some powder into the cauldron. Steam was coming from the bubbling liquid - they were obviously conjuring.
  Lomik ran up to Goethe and stared at the pentagram, the image suddenly disappeared.
  The former slave boy asked:
  - What was that?
  Aquazar-Geta replied:
  - A gathering of red sorcerers. - The boy snapped his right index finger, knocking the insect away. Then he added, - Looks like you scared them off!
  Crowbar whistled:
  - Wow! That's probably how it happens!
  The boys bumped fists together and then burst into laughter, as children usually do.
  Aquazar-Geta threw a dry twig into the fire and sang:
  The fire is the brightest flame,
  My love is burning...
  Even though the enemy is cunning and treacherous,
  But it will be broken!
  
  Even though he is a predatory, mad villain,
  And it ruins the land...
  Love in the soul is like a nightingale,
  Harmony and paradise!
  Lomik nodded with a smile that was childish and sweet:
  - You sing and compose well! I am a warrior now, not a slave bent under the whip of an overseer. And I need to speak well, and this really does look like heaven!
  Zena jumped up to them and said aggressively:
  - Well, where's the chess? Where were you running!
  Lomik blinked and replied:
  - I didn't find them! Where did they go!
  The warrior princess growled:
  - But I found it!
  And she took the board out from behind her belt. And she shouted:
  - Well, let's play! Just remember the rule - if you take it, you go!
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and remarked:
  - There are many other rules in chess! However, let's play and not look short-sightedly!
  Having quickly set up the pieces, the boy and the adult woman began to play. They made move after move. Aquazar-Geta, as a sorcerer and more experienced, seized the initiative. And so he began an attack on the king. The fight became sharp. And the pieces flew. Aquazar remembered how he played with the red sorcerer. And then the abuse was sharper, and the opponent stronger. But then the black ruler managed to outwit the seasoned wolf and checkmate him.
  Now Xena didn't seem like such a serious opponent, and her king was tangled in the mating net.
  The boy even made moves with his bare toes. And Zena tickled his bare, round heel.
  Aquazar-Geta laughed and made a couple more moves, checkmating the warrior queen's king.
  Xena responded aggressively, trying to flick the cheeky wizard boy on the nose. However, Geta dodged. And Xena missed and giggled, noting:
  - You're a cutie! So fast!
  The boy wizard replied:
  - There's a whole horde approaching us! But it's not that bad. It could be worse!
  Xena laughed and remarked:
  We will fight fiercely,
  It's as clear as day...
  We will finish off the enemy like a clown,
  There is no kinder creature!
  Indeed, a small group of children and girls turned around and loaded their bows and crossbows. They were ready to fight with great fury. Now the orcs are rushing to attack. And they are met with very accurate shots, and from a long distance. And the girls pulled the bowstrings with their bare toes. And they launch deadly arrows. And they shower the orcs, piercing their skin, and knocking out red-brown fountains.
  Now the battle has begun. The child warriors and warrior girls are trying to act from a distance. And they are shooting from bows, trying to launch arrows more often.
  Aquazar-Geta fires and sings:
  The accuracy of the strike is not easy,
  We'll kill the orcs very accurately...
  We will have such beauty,
  Not even a branch will break in battle!
  When the orcs broke through to a closer distance, they were hit with a flamethrower. And they started to burn these creatures with a scorching flame. This is how the homemade devices made according to Geta's drawings worked.
  The boys and girls squealed with delight. It really did look really cool.
  Lomik noted with surprise:
  - You are inventive, my brother!
  Aquazar-Geta exclaimed:
  That the light is teaching,
  In winter and spring...
  I affirm without exception,
  All the evil spirits of the forest!
  And the boys continued to fire from flamethrowers using tree resin. The onslaught of the orcs weakened. And they rolled back with the wave to their original positions. More precisely, they fled. The children's and girls' squad did not pursue them and the surviving monsters ran away.
  After which the young team sat down again. Instead of chess, Zena suggested playing cards. She was probably more competent at them.
  But Aquazar-Geta also knew many secrets and tricks. And therefore he was not at all lost in the game. And he threw one card after another. And quite cleverly outplayed the warrior queen. Making beautiful layouts with trumps.
  Xena had to throw Geta a couple of gold coins. The boy caught them deftly with his bare feet. Then Xena challenged him to a bow and arrow competition. Aquazar-Geta agreed.
  A boy and a warrior girl first shot at a motionless apple. Both of them had their arrows pierced right into the center of the target. Then they split the arrows at the base with their arrows. And they did this several times. And they showed their accuracy.
  Then Lomik started throwing apples up. And Zena and Aquazar-Geta were already shooting at the moving target. Which looked pretty funny.
  Geta even sang:
  There is a wild fire raging inside me,
  It's probably too late to put it out...
  He put all the force of his rage into the blow,
  He who shook the sky, who shook the stars!
  Zena noted in annoyance:
  - An unusually accurate boy. But I agree, the warrior queen!
  Aquazar-Geta sang:
  People admired the Queen,
  All the boys in the yard fell in love...
  She didn't answer them,
  He knocked out teeth like crazy!
  Xena muttered:
  - What a naughty boy you are. Do you want your heels fried?
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and replied:
  - Let's run barefoot on the coals together. I wonder who will break first - the girl or the boy!
  Xena took the boomerang and threw it with her bare toes. It flew past, cut a few blades of grass, and came back. Then the boy warrior Geta threw the weapon. And it also cut a few things, and then came back. Now that was really cool.
  Then Xena and Geta launched their boomerangs into the air, and they spun around, colliding several times, then flying apart again. And eventually they pierced each other.
  The Warrior Princess noted:
  - I see you can do a lot, but you can"t defeat me!
  Aquazar-Geta snorted resentfully:
  - Look at what I can do!
  And the boy launched the boomerang with his bare, childish foot. It flew high up and disappeared behind the clouds.
  Aquasar-Geta chirped:
  - This is a flight, let it fly!
  Xena whistled.
  - Yes, you threw it far! Maybe you are a sorcerer and not a child?
  Geta chuckled and sang:
  Yesterday I was still just a child,
  There's nothing you can do about it...
  He became a wolf cub, he was once a lamb,
  The evil Muscovites will be finished!
  And the boy wizard burst out laughing. Zena, on the contrary, frowned. Her face twisted. Lomik brought her a piece of excellent venison, soaked in tomato sauce. Zena carefully bit it off. She chewed and noted:
  - Not badly fried!
  And the warrior girl's teeth bit through the juicy crust. And started chewing. The meat was tender and very pleasant to the taste.
  Aquazar-Geta remarked with a sigh:
  - It's a pity that I'm still a boy... We would have been perfect for each other!
  Xena replied with a smile:
  - I look like a girl, but in reality, I'm already quite old. I just have a particle of Ares' energy, and I drank rejuvenating ambrosia.
  Aquazar-Geta nodded:
  - Yes, you have accomplished many feats, and not only in this world. And they have become famous throughout the centuries...
  And the boy wizard also bit off a little bit of the gazelle's leg. He admired Xena. Although they had had skirmishes in their past lives. When he was the dark lord of Ishma. Then he was called to stop Xena, who was walking like a meteor across the sky with her army. And the spirits of the demons together with Aquazar were able to put the girl's army to flight with the help of strong magic. Xena was then knocked off her horse by a stream of powerful dark magic energy, and was badly injured. Yes, the people of the circle showed their strength.
  The warrior queen has no idea what power she has. And several centuries ago, Aquazar was a simple man and even a slave boy. This is how an ordinary mortal can develop. From the lowlands to the heights.
  Xena really does look like a young and healthy girl. She healed her wounds and scars with a special potion and kept herself in great shape. There are many ways to look younger with the help of magical herbs.
  And the ruler of Ishma could influence his body, or even move into someone else's. The flesh was adjusted.
  Now he is a boy, but with incredible strength and agility. The main thing is the magical spirit and it is primary.
  Zena took a sip of wine. It was scarlet, bubbly and sweet. She gave Goethe a sip. The boy took a couple of sips and noted:
  - It looks like honey!
  Xena nodded and sang:
  I am a queen like your dad,
  Well, dad has a stern paw...
  And if she grabs you by the scruff of the neck,
  That won't be honey at all!
  The boy and the girl, who is already over fifty, but she is young and fresh, knocked their bare feet together. So that even sparks fell. Then Aquazar-Geta said, pointing his finger to the sky:
  - Look, the boomerang is coming back!
  Indeed, the messenger sent by the magical child was returning. And with him, in the very center, was a pomegranate fruit of three colors.
  Xena whistled.
  - Wow! This looks like a pomegranate from the Garden of Olympus!
  Aquazar-Geta confirmed:
  - That's right! And it has a wonderful property of resurrecting the dead within three days after death! It's a pity, but only the heart of God can bring back to life those who died long ago!
  Xena replied with a smile:
  - Yes, the heart of God, this is the most valuable artifact on the entire planet. With its help, even Lord Archeron himself was defeated! And its capabilities are still known and understood by few!
  Aquazar-Geta smiled and asked:
  - Would you like to rule the whole world with his help?
  Xena answered honestly:
  - I dreamed about it when I was young! But now I don't want to! Just think how much trouble there is in ruling the whole world, and honor and service quickly become boring. - The girl clicked her bare toes and continued. - And Conan decided that he had enough of Aqualonia. And he doesn't make plans to create a world empire. If the enemy comes, Conan will defeat him, but he himself will not try to seize power!
  Aquazar-Geta shrugged and replied:
  - Power over the world is vanity! The main happiness is not in this at all!
  Zena nodded and lay down on her stomach, asking the boy:
  - Walk on my back!
  Geta's bare feet stepped onto the muscular back of a young and strong woman. She was graceful, after all, Xena.
  The boy walked along it, deftly straightening the bones of his spine and sang:
  Along the winding path,
  Barefoot boys' feet...
  I'm tired of walking around aimlessly,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  And the boy jumped up and down in the air four times, and then landed again. And his bare, round heels hit Zena's spine. So much so that it crunched. The warrior girl moaned with pleasure. It all looked so cool.
  Zene exclaimed:
  You and I and one company,
  You and I are one company,
  There is charm in every sea,
  Like mother and son!
  Aquazar-Gethe wanted to say that he was much older than Xena, but he realized in time that it would be inappropriate. It is dangerous to tell the truth. Especially when everyone is sure that you are a little boy, and so frankly without any embarrassment.
  The most important thing now is to find the heart of God. It can give power. Moreover, the dark lord knows something special about it. The greatest lord Archeron was defeated by two priests, who in their level of knowledge of sorcery were not even close to the black lord of Ishma. But it seems they knew how to reverse the resurrection spell. So they are not so simple.
  It is not so easy to steal the heart of God. Perhaps there is protection installed in it. It is just that the lord of Archeron did not know how to do this. And it was stolen from him, and then used against the king of the people of wizards. If anyone surpassed Aquasar in magic, it was Xaltotun.
  Zena obviously felt that the boy was thinking and asked:
  - You frown your brow, cutie!
  Geta replied with a smile:
  - I started thinking about higher matters! For example, what is the Almighty, and why does He tolerate chaos!
  Xena responded logically to this:
  - Because the ideal order is not interesting! Isn't that so?
  Aquazar-Geta nodded and sang:
  Can you imagine what the situation is like?
  Everything that will come true is known to us in advance...
  And then why the worries, the doubts,
  The schedule will provide for everything in the world!
  And we challenge the storms,
  From what and why,
  To live in a world without surprises,
  Impossible for anyone!
  Let there be successes, failures,
  They climbed up and down,
  Only this way and no other way,
  Only this way and no other way,
  Long live surprise,
  Surprise, surprise
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise, surprise
  Long live surprise!
  Xena laughed and remarked:
  - You answered quite logically, kid! Indeed, if the Almighty had predetermined everything and led according to a plan, it would be boring.
  Aquazar-Geta noted:
  - Yes, the world is unpredictable, but that's great! And it's great that we don't know what will happen even in five minutes! And that's the beauty of it!
  Xena agreed:
  - Yes, that's right! It's a joy when surprises await you, and pleasant ones at that. But when unpleasant ones, then it's not quite a joy!
  The boy wizard noted:
  - But he can't lead all the time either. Sometimes there are difficult days. For example, these orcs are like dirt. And killing them is like squashing mosquitoes or flies outside. It also makes sense to slap insects indoors. Otherwise, they just multiply like mushrooms after rain!
  Xena muttered:
  - Yes, orcs are not the best fighters. But they can, like sleepy grass, grow in large numbers. And that's their nastiness. Like cockroaches, which if you don't crush them all, will breed even more. And what do you suggest, my little one?
  Geta actually suggested:
  - Why not use the heart of God to prevent new orcs from emerging from swamps and windfalls? That would be much more practical!
  Xena laughed and remarked:
  - What a brain you are! It could be done. If of course the Magi know how to fight the orc invasion. The Heart of God is a great power, but in the hands of a simple man, it is just a heated stone. And he will not achieve anything with it. But in the hands of a master, these are fantastic possibilities!
  Akvasar-Geta wanted to say something else, but an alarm sounded. This meant that the orcs were going into battle again.
  If Akvazar knew the world of the twenty-first century and computer games, then in them, too, the enemy-computer troops can attack endlessly, no matter how many of them are killed. Especially in such strategies as "Cossacks", "Entente" and others. In them, you can lay down millions yourself, and destroy enemies in the same way.
  Aquazar-Geta, by the way, knew that there are worlds in the vastness of space where development has gone the technological way. And there are all sorts of wonderful strategies and magnificent things that allow you to have fun and create miracles.
  Xena may have heard something about this too. Some high-class sorcerers and gods can travel between worlds.
  And even an ordinary person can do it if he finds the appropriate artifact.
  Although such movement takes up a lot of magical energy.
  And now again a squad of boys and girls is repelling a swift attack of orcs, who are rushing towards them like a roaring avalanche.
  Aquasar-Geta threw an improvised explosive device, scattering the orcs. Other children and girls fired from bows and crossbows. And they used catapults.
  Here Lomik aimed the crossbow, which automatically spat out fifty arrows, like a primitive machine gun, answering:
  - Look at Geta what you made!
  Aquazar replied:
  - I can still do a lot of things!
  And with his bare toes he threw another deadly pea.
  And again the orcs fly off in different directions.
  And how they don't burn and kill them. They use literally every method, they beat, and beat, and beat!
  Zena sang with a smile:
  But the pulsation of the heart and veins,
  Tears of our children, mothers...
  They say we want change,
  Throw off the yoke of hellish chains!
  Aquazar-Geta hit his opponents with a flamethrower. And continued to burn them with great energy and force. He was a real boy-terminator. And he could not be stopped or restrained in any way.
  Xena was also in good shape. And she first hit the orcs with bows from a distance. Moreover, the warrior queen shot from two weapons at once, and did it quite energetically. She was a really cool warrior, capable of a lot.
  Aquazar-Geta noted:
  - We exterminate them like locusts!
  The orcs, however, snapped back. They threw darts and the number of wounded in the detachment increased. And one of the boys got a dart right in the eye and the thirteen-year-old fell down dead.
  The girl also suffered - the orc's axe cut off her head. Then another boy died. However, the orcs' onslaught dried up and they retreated.
  Zena noted with displeasure:
  - Three killed and more than twenty wounded!
  Aquasar-Geta clarified:
  - I got the Olympus garnet. In the first three days we can still bring back the dead.
  Xena confirmed:
  - So be it!
  The boy-sorcerer placed the girl's severed head and dripped juice. Then he performed a similar action with the boys. The children and the girl woke up.
  Xena, who was curious, asked them:
  - And what did you see in the next world?
  The girl replied:
  - I saw a field strewn with corpses, my headless body, which is scary, and how the battle went. Then this boy brought me back to life. By the way, he has such a bright aura.
  The boys also confirmed that they saw the battle, and the souls were floating in the air. Indeed, every person has their own spirit. And this is their strength. But not everyone is able to occupy someone else's body. Otherwise, what would be easier - move into someone else and live on. And maybe you will even become a king or an emperor.
  Aquazar-Geta reminded:
  - Orc attacks are becoming more dangerous. And there are even more losses in other areas. We need to use the heart of God immediately. The juice of the resurrection pomegranate won't last long!
  Xena nodded in agreement:
  - Good! I will send a dove to the Magi with a request to solve this problem quickly. Especially since Turan is already on the move, and we cannot further split our forces.
  . CHAPTER #6.
  Conan the Barbarian, transformed into a boy, could watch duels without rules. The first to fight were girls, still very small. They were barely covered with thin strips of fabric. And they waved their bare, small feet very energetically.
  However, a fight between girls is not that interesting. And Conan decided to watch a movie. Moreover, there was a real war going on, and there was something to see.
  Here is a tank wedge going into attack. And it is shown in color. Such angular threatening machines are moving. They have long barrels and large turrets.
  There are beautiful girls in bikinis sitting in them. And they drive tanks.
  For example, Natasha - a girl with blue hair. How graceful she is.
  And he presses the joystick buttons with his bare toes and the tank shoots on the move.
  Conan is very interested in watching tanks. They really do look like monsters with long trunks and tracks.
  Howitzers are firing at tanks. Also, let's say, very powerful guns.
  A heavy shell hits the tank. It shakes. And the turret is torn off. And it looks like the crew, consisting of the fair sex, is killed.
  You could see how the flame was burning the girls' bare, round heels.
  Conan even whistled... And his little childish foot began to be tickled by a long, feminine nail.
  The boy was pleased and in a hurry. And the battle continued. In front of the tanks rode small, radio-controlled tankettes. They detonated the minefields by blowing them up. And then the heavy mastodons advanced.
  Natasha sang with enthusiasm:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a tank battle, don't be shy, girl...
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that everything is wonderful and okay!
  Her friend Zoya is also wearing only a bikini - it looks very effective. And the girl presses the lever with her bare feet.
  And it spits out a shell with great force. And it flies and hits one of the guns. And everything flies apart in different directions. And the box with ammunition detonated. And the debris flew far and wide. Now that was really cool and deadly.
  And also from that side the girls run away, flashing their bare, pink heels.
  The girl Victoria is simply super. And her hair is so copper-red and flutters when she sticks out of the hatch, like a proletarian banner.
  And what a wonderful world full of girls. And the smells from the girls are so appetizing, aromatic, and tickle the nostrils with great pleasure. And the warriors are wonderful. How cool and wonderful the girls are - super.
  Svetlana chirped, also firing:
  - For the holy empire!
  And so the girls dispersed. The beauties go on the attack. They also slap with their bare, chiseled feet. And rush into battle.
  Alina is also on the offensive. Such beautiful girls here. And their waists are narrow, and their hips are wide.
  And on the other side, girls are running. Imagine how much meat there is, and the meat is muscular and beautiful. And the girls also smell like expensive perfume. That's what kind of incense is used.
  And the tanks rush into battle again. And they literally knock everything out like a wedge. And they get hit by shells. And their turrets are torn off. And they burn like fires.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Glory to communism!
  After which, with her bare toes, she again took and sent a charge of deadly force.
  The warrior is wonderful. And what smooth skin she has. And rosy and beautiful, elastic and protruding.
  And Zoika is also a wonderful girl. And wonderful in her beauty. It's really wonderful when such beauties ride tanks.
  And in the sky, beautiful girls are also fighting.
  Here they are flying in the sky. Here is a fighter that is flying, and it collided with another one, and there is a fierce duel. This is a truly epic battle.
  Here two fighters begin to maneuver trying to get closer. And they send air shells at each other. And they hit the frontal armor.
  Beautiful girl Margarita fights against no less gorgeous girl Stella. This is really a super class girl.
  And Stella against Margarita, how clever. Here is a girl with golden hair fighting and performing a trick - a clubfoot barrel move. And Stella is a gorgeous blonde. And also a girl of the highest level. Now that is a girl, so to speak.
  The girl is gorgeous, I must say. She is simply wonderful. Girls with muscular bodies. And their asses are so magnificent, like the croup of horses.
  Stella cooed:
  We will fight on Earth,
  In the sky and in pitch darkness!
  Margarita picked up with excitement:
  We will fight to the end,
  Let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  That's how great the girls are. And such wonderful fights in the sky. And the clouds are pink, as if torn. And the girls just jump on the planes like that.
  Conan was slightly distracted from the air battle. This time, boys came out to fight. Two boys of ten or eleven years old in swimming trunks, stood opposite each other and pounced. And the children came together. The little men beat each other and hit each other with their fists and bare feet.
  Conan found it funny to watch. And the swings were noticeable. These were real boy fighters. Their fists were in soft gloves. And they fell on each other.
  Here Conan looks at the movie screen again. The battle here is going on with a vengeance. Tank columns came together. And began to shower each other with shells. The girls here had such a reaction and speed, swift and accurate together. These warriors just couldn't break.
  There were tanks here, big, medium and light. They exchange blows.
  Natasha noted:
  - Tank against tank!
  Zoya chirped:
  - Tail for tail! Eye for an eye!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. In fact, the warriors are, let's say, super.
  Tanks, especially heavy ones, could still withstand hits in the front. Some vehicles had twenty-five centimeters of armor in the front. And they withstood the blows. That's how big it all looked.
  Victoria giggled and sang:
  I can see your hand everywhere,
  Your chisel and your handwriting are sweeping...
  God the Creator gave life to people,
  Obey diligently with fear!
  And the girls went and collided, one bare heel against the other. And even sparks flew.
  Girls, let's say it's not fun with those, it's not very good. And they are curvy.
  Tanks are thrown at each other, spitting shells from long barrels. This is the kind of destruction they cause. Light tanks are already on fire. And armor ruptures occur. And combat kits detonate, significant destruction occurs.
  This is how great it is in a world where there are so many girls. And why do we need men at all? They are hairy and smelly. And the girls are so tender, fragrant, they have such smooth, clean skin. And what graceful forms the girls have.
  And the breasts that look so impressive. When you look at them, you immediately lose your head. The girls literally drive men crazy. When you stop your gaze on them, you can"t tear yourself away.
  Natasha chirped:
  One, two, three - wipe the locators!
  Zoya picked up with excitement:
  Four, eight, five,
  Kill the freaks!
  These girls with a swing are so delightful. How can you not make mistakes against such warriors?
  And here is a powerful projectile weighing thirty kilograms, crashed into the tank's forehead. And here is twenty-eight and a half centimeters thick. That's really how it hit.
  These girls are extremely cool and amazing.
  And in the trenches, the fair sex is already fighting. That's how the girls rush, flashing their bare, dusty soles. And when they collide, they start stabbing with bayonets. That's how warriors are.
  And when they get together, they start stabbing each other with bayonets. And some girls even use their teeth. And they start biting.
  The beautiful girl Tamara started bleeding from her wounded chest. And it was scarlet and shiny.
  And another girl got hit in the stomach with a bayonet. And slashed across the press. And blood poured out. These girls are really such a written beauty.
  Here is Zubadia in battle. And during the fight the girls tore off their bras and exposed full, tanned breasts with scarlet nipples.
  Yes, the girls' nipples are like overripe strawberries. And how good they are, and the warriors look so delightful.
  And then the girl's bare heel took and hit him in the chin so hard that his jaws flew. Now that really looks really cool. Well, look, the girls here and there are wonderful. Well, and the girls smell of lust and blood.
  And their muscles are energetic and roll like balls under their tanned skin.
  Well, how can a man not be attracted to such girls? These are warriors.
  And then two tanks collided. As if a sledgehammer had struck a firecracker. And sparks flew in a large sheaf. How much spirit was in that warrior who went for a ram. And even the barrels of the tanks bent. And everything was extremely destructive.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  Hope for calloused hands,
  There is no weakness in our struggle...
  My will is unbending,
  The enthusiasm that reigns in the fist!
  And the warrior will just laugh, these are the girls whose bodies are so sweaty, muscular, and delicious. These are truly warriors of the highest class.
  And the other girls just butted and bit. And their lovely heads collided so that sparks flew. Now that's really super. The girls are simply dazzling. And their hairstyles are simply cool. And there are braids and manes, and windmills and God knows what else.
  Such wonderful girls in their fury. And when their bare heels collide with each other, sparks fly out like from a bucket.
  Conan licked his lips and noted:
  - I am the strongest boy on the planet!
  They didn't let him watch the movie any further. The young knight was called to the ring.
  Conan was wearing only red swimming trunks. He looked like a boy of about twelve, only very muscular. And certainly handsome, such an adorable version of a wolf cub.
  Before leaving, the red-haired trainer said:
  - Don't turn him off right away! The first three minutes are for the public!
  Conan nodded. In gladiatorial combats, the masters were not killed immediately either.
  I remembered how one experienced warrior fought three half-naked slave boys at once. They stabbed him pretty hard with their swords. Strong boys. One of them lost consciousness and his bare heel was burned with a hot iron.
  How it smelled of burnt, young meat. It was pleasant for the nostrils. In general, when boys are tortured, it is very pleasant.
  Conan was announced as a newcomer to mixed martial arts. But the boy was so well built, muscular and had such a confident look that the public began to bet on him.
  Conan was walking and suddenly he stood on his hands and walked upside down. It really looked cool.
  And some wonderful music was playing. Conan thought that it was great, as if the organs were reproducing the melody.
  Here the barbarian boy came out onto the platform. He looked confident and combative.
  Then a voice sounded:
  - Conan's rival, the capital's champion among children under twelve, Wolf Cub.
  And a boy marched into the arena to the sounds of music. He was the same height and build as Conan. Only the young barbarian was dark-haired, and his vis-à-vis was fair. But he was also very handsome and muscular. The many women in the hall literally roared. Now that was truly a wonderful sight.
  Two boys came together and stood opposite each other. Almost naked in just swimming trunks, tanned with sculpted muscles, like little animals they looked at each other.
  The audience was making bets. The boys had to fight without weapons like adults. And in this world there are a thousand females for every male. And so many representatives of the fair sex in the hall.
  Conan clenched his fists tightly and looked so as to see his vis-à-vis completely. Otherwise he might suddenly kick him in the balls. He also looked at him with a motionless gaze, as if he were a cobra. Such was the psychological confrontation.
  Conan was a grown man, a big guy, not so long ago, and it is not entirely comfortable for him psychologically to fight against a boy. Although he himself is a boy now.
  Of course, it's good to get younger, but not so radically. Especially since in his past life, Conan was still full of strength and was not approaching old age. And there are various kinds of potions that rejuvenate the body and slow down aging. And so far there was no passionate desire to get youth at any cost.
  However, the dream came true and he is now a boy. And there is another boy opposite him.
  The gong sounded. His opponent Wolf Cub delivered a triple punch with his soft-gloved fists, aiming for the chin. Conan, remembering the advice not to rush the knockout, shifted. Wolf Cub attacked again, using a killer triple punch. And then tried to perform a low kick. But Conan deftly responded, and his opponent lost his balance and fell.
  True, the Wolf Cub immediately jumped up. And the fight continued.
  Conan noted jokingly, singing:
  Since childhood, your mothers taught you,
  Kind, polite words...
  If you forgot something,
  They can remind you!
  The wolf cub attacked again. He tried to kick. Conan suddenly fell on his back and with his bare, boyish foot threw the young opponent over himself.
  He slapped and howled. The stands roared and it was great. What girls there were here.
  Conan grinned. He had worked in the quarries as a child. As a training and endurance builder, slavery in the quarries was a wonderful exercise. And Conan showed it.
  And now he is fighting. Playing to the crowd. He is a legendary warrior, and his opponent is certainly no weakling. The experienced boy can also fight. You can see his bare, childish feet, stuffed with shells. A nice boy.
  Conan fights confidently and then throws him over himself again. He falls and collapses. The crowd whistles. They are also having fun. This is such abuse.
  But Conan missed a blow with a bare heel to the chest. The opponent hit him with a spin. And that was already quite painful.
  Conan hissed:
  - You're so good!
  The wolf cub replied:
  - And you're not bad!
  Conan suddenly wanted to watch the movie again, about an unprecedented battle with the enemy using massive equipment. After all, it was in this movie that the former king of Aquilonia saw tanks for the first time.
  And he made a feint, caught his opponent in the attack, and hit him in the temple with his shin.
  The blow was good and Conan landed well. The wolf cub fell and passed out. The young barbarian placed his bare, childish foot on the boy's heavily heaving, muscular chest.
  The referee girl hit the Wolf Cub's head three times and announced:
  - Victory by knockout!
  Conan threw his hands up. And he was given the belt of the children's champion of this empire, plus some kind of cash prize.
  Conan smiled, he was pleased. The enemy was not weak either. There was a bruise on the barbarian boy's chest from his bare heel.
  Conan bowed, and to thunderous applause and many thrown flowers, he took and left the hall.
  He walked, and petals kept being thrown under the boy"s bare feet.
  Then Conan lay down on the mattress and began to watch the exciting continuation of the movie. It was really beautiful there.
  They showed a powerful, four-engine bomber flying. Its cabin was glazed on all sides. Which gave an excellent view. And three charming girls were racing in it. And also in bikinis with almost naked breasts.
  They were flying to bomb military factories, and they were accompanied by quite powerful fighters. Some of which had up to seven fire points. That's overwhelming power.
  The girl Olga, the senior pilot, sings:
  Electric saw, electric saw,
  May you tear the dragon with the bald spot apart!
  And now in the sky there are clashes with escort aircraft and fighter aircraft. Gas balloons are visible rising up. They are thus providing cover for the territory.
  Olga squeals and shakes her full breasts:
  -I'll tear you all to pieces!
  And her abs are just playing and shimmering. Now that's a real chick.
  And from above, bombs begin to rain down with great deadly force. They fall down along an inclined trajectory.
  Another pilot Veronica squeals:
  - Beyond the cosmic frontiers!
  Let's say these are the girls. And the bomb flies through the air from a great height. That's how assertively they act.
  Some bombs are radio-guided. And they have little wings. It's not easy to handle them. These are real planes, and the best pilots are at the controls.
  Girls who look like juicy pieces of meat. And their bare feet are so chiseled and seductive. How can you stand up to girls like that?
  Olga took it and sang:
  The bomb is a compelling argument,
  The battery is blown away by an explosion...
  We will open everything at any moment,
  It's like a sickle cutting down the stem!
  And the girls will burst out laughing. A plane with four engines carries ten tons of bombs. And they are dropped with the colossal power of the charge and the high explosive inside.
  Veronica took it and began to sing:
  Maybe we offended someone in vain,
  They dropped a powerful high explosive shell on the forehead...
  Now smoke is pouring out, the earth is burning,
  They shot him in the eye with a machine gun!
  And again the girls burst into wild laughter. They really are beautiful. Just like that, they just started singing. And they continue the total extermination. More precisely, not so much total as destructive. And then a landmine fell on the plant and the production workshop was already on fire. And the girls ran in different directions. Their bare, pink heels were flashing. And the flames were threatening to touch.
  The girls, I must say, were of the highest order, and as if they had bombed, they started singing:
  We will sweep away the enemy with one blow,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...
  It is not in vain that we were born with victory,
  We'll smash our enemies to pieces!
  That's how these warriors went and sang. In fact, this is their colossal scope. These are real women. Who will show themselves at their best.
  And they press the joystick buttons so deftly with their bare toes. This is truly beauty that causes victims.
  They really launched the bombs magnificently. And at the end the fighters appeared with the bombs. So they began to throw small-sized high-explosive bombs with striking force. And it was like a shower of hailstones.
  Pilot girl Jimmy chirped:
  - Keep it up!
  And also launched a bomb of striking power. How successful was it, let's say. And it collapsed, it seems, the general's bunker.
  Then the movie showed the use of gas throwers. This is also a very serious weapon. To resist it is the same as to hit with a trivial pile.
  And the grass and forests are burning, and the entire nearby field is strewn with debris. This is truly a colossal destruction. And the boulders explode, and melted craters appear.
  Conan was very interested in watching this. The elements were really raging. And as they say - thunder rumbles, thunderstorms rumble. And gas throwers are firing in whole batteries. Such an impact can really blow your mind and melt your brains.
  And when the gases explode, and this happens with the most colossal fervor. And on the surface everything is burned and destroyed. The brains are literally melted out. And so death and impact without halftones began.
  Boys are rarely at the front, more often it is girls who act. How beautiful it all looks. And no one needs old women. Here is a demonstration of the amazing impact.
  The female major in command of the gas thrower unit says with a sigh:
  - This looks terrible!
  Her fellow captain replies:
  - But it's effective!
  In this world, I must say, there is a colossal deficit of males. But that's the beauty of it. How cool it is.
  And the gas guns continue to roar. And they literally melt the stones. And the destruction occurs with new, furious force. As if the Olympic gods were spitting lightning from the sky. And Zeus the Thunderer in his role.
  Natasha, in another place, continues to fight on tanks. And she does it extremely successfully. Although the word extremely is perhaps inappropriate. But one can say relatively successfully. That's how this girl fights aggressively, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes. And the machines launch their special, sprayed shells into battle.
  Zoya, also shooting, noted:
  - This is really a fight against a stone!
  After which the girl took and stuck out her tongue. She really is distinguished by her intelligence and quick wits. That's how the girls diverged in their strategic strike.
  Victoria noted with a smile:
  - There lived Fagarin, a nice guy,
  Who was always on top form!
  And she winked with her very emerald eyes. And the girl caught a medium-ranking tank in her sights. She just took it and hit it. And the fire started and metal literally flew out. And holes appeared in the tank. The fire really flared up. And the cracking sound came from the shells exploding and detonating.
  And then it hits so hard that it throws the turret up and tears it off its hinges. Well, everything is hot in a battle of field tanks.
  Conan devoured this picture with all his eyes. Really, how great it was. He had never seen a battle of this kind in his previous life. Although perhaps an ordinary boy from the twenty-first century can see much more in games than a medieval emperor. And this is truly an axiom.
  And in this world, computer games haven't developed yet, but television is already at its best. And you can watch such cool things. And literally enjoy it.
  Vladlena is another girl looking through a reconnaissance plane from the sky. Watching the enemy positions. And she must be told that she can see everything well.
  The girl even sang:
  Even if fate is far away,
  Don't let go of my heart!
  I will judge strictly,
  I can see everything from above,
  Just so you know!
  Charming girls - you can't pass by such girls. Wonderful creatures. And they won't miss you either - they'll just pick you up and peck you to death. You can say that this is such a magnificent, beautiful sex. But there's clearly not enough of the stronger sex. Although who needs these stinking, brainless men. In fact, it's even better without males. Look how gracefully the girls' bare feet move. A beautiful, bare, chiseled girl's leg is much better than a stinking, hairy lower limb of a man. That's how wonderful the world is with the beautiful sex.
  Conan sang:
  It is impossible to live in this world without women, no,
  They contain the sun of May, as the poet said!
  And I can"t find the words to fall in love again,
  I do it every time, even for an hour!
  . CHAPTER #7.
  Abaldui's plan had envisaged that part of the forces of Aquilonia and its allies would be distracted by the raids of the orcs. And now his huge army set out on a campaign. Two hundred thousand horse and foot troops were moving towards the border of Aquilonia.
  The King of Turan was the most powerful in this world. And another hundred thousand were to come from another part of the empire, and thus an unprecedented army of three hundred thousand fighters was being assembled.
  When the troops were moving, they emptied all the wells in the area. To provide such an army, a large amount of food was needed. Therefore, the troops were spread over a fairly large area and moved in a crescent. It was a powerful army, which included war elephants with mammoths, and camels, and chariots. Such an impressive army it turned out to be.
  Bagheera is a magnificent female gladiator who showed her outstanding class at the halt.
  This time, a wolf fought against a gorgeous girl. The warrior was quite skilled with a trident and a net.
  Grobovaya, as the empress was called, sat down in a chair. Two handsome, perfumed slave boys massaged her bare feet.
  The Empress squealed:
  - Come and entertain us, Bagheera.
  Bets were placed. And more on the magnificent, red-haired gladiator.
  Bagheera was almost naked. A real beauty - breasts like the best buffalo, thighs like a horse's croup, and the teeth of a she-wolf. In her right hand she held a trident, and in her left a net.
  This is a heroic girl.
  The wolf that was released from behind bars tried to attack her. The girl-athlete met him with a powerful blow of the trident, and knocked him down. The wolf, having received a noticeable wound, immediately fell with three holes. Then he jumped up with a roar and again rushed at Bagheera.
  She deftly shifted and stabbed the enemy.
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - Amazing!
  And he pulled the slave, naked to the waist, towards him. He kissed her on the lips and flicked her on the nose.
  The fight continued. The wolf tried to attack.
  And the red-haired vizier woman noted:
  - Bagheera's agility is well known. But it would be better to exchange the wolf for a cheetah, then the fight would be much more competitive!
  The Emperor of Turan remarked:
  - In this case, there was a chance to cripple Bagheera, and her skills and sharp sword will be needed in battles!
  The red-haired girl acted cleverly. She was in no hurry to kill the wolf, but gave him the opportunity to enjoy the battle.
  Two slave boys massaged the bare feet of the female vizier, this beauty noted:
  - Xena's friend Gabrielle was in a quarrel with her. And she reported that apparently King Conan of Aquilonia disappeared somewhere yesterday.
  Abaldui grinned:
  - Conan disappeared? Maybe he just went to the slaves in the harem. Why not enjoy the slaves while you're still young. The girls are very pleasant to the touch.
  Grobovaya giggled and replied:
  - The boys too. - And she pulled the young slave to herself, kissing the teenager on his muscular, tanned chest. He even blushed from embarrassment. And he became afraid - what if the emperor gets jealous. And the empress noted. - He has good skin. When I get tired of him, I'll make gloves out of him.
  After which the monarch's wife laughed. It was indeed funny.
  And Bagheera quite deftly threw a net over the wolf. The beast got entangled and howled desperately. And the audience shouted:
  - Finish him off! Finish him off!
  Bagheera slammed his bare heel into the beast's side, damaged by the trident, and it roared even louder in pain.
  The fighter girl did a somersault and sang:
  There's a wolf hunt going on,
  The hunt is on,
  On the grey predators...
  To hell with them all,
  No nonsense!
  The King of Turan muttered:
  - Finish him off!
  Bagheera took the trident and plunged it straight into the wolf's eyes. He fell silent.
  The girl took and dipped her bare foot in the blood. She left graceful traces with her soles.
  The audience applauded...
  Abaldui noted:
  - What if we bring Bagheera and Zena together?
  Grobovaya replied:
  - Most likely Xena will win. She is a great master of battles. It would be more logical to pit this red-haired warrior against Gabrielle. It would be a magnificent fight!
  The Emperor of Turan laughed. It really did look funny.
  They began to skin the dead wolf. And the slave boys untangled the net. Bagheera slapped one of the slave boys on the back with her palm. The beautiful athlete's red hand was imprinted on the smooth, chocolate skin of the teenager.
  Bagheera licked his lips carnivorously as he looked at the slave boys. Then the bugle blared.
  Three girls covered with veils ran out into the arena. They began to dance slowly and smoothly, gradually undressing. Music played and it was lovely.
  And ahead at the outpost of Aquilonia there were already skirmishes. Here a large detachment of Turan went to storm the border fortress. Soldiers from the walls began to shoot at the approaching crowd of soldiers.
  The commander of the Turanians, Scorpionus, ordered that women and children be seized in the nearest village and that an assault be launched under their cover.
  Here half-naked, barefoot women and children, pushed by spears, ran to the walls. Their little feet slapped the grass and stones, and the soldiers threw coals under their bare soles. From which the boys, girls and women were burned, and there was a delicate smell of young, scorched skin.
  And they were forced to climb up long ladders. The warriors on the walls were forced to stop firing bows and crossbows, and to stop pouring resin on the heads of the besiegers.
  Pushing forward with their bare feet, boys, girls, and women climbed up. There they began to help them descend to the platforms at the top of the wall. And then the archers of Turan took and fell upon the defenders. And then the elite warriors struck.
  The massacre began. Scorpionus commanded the troops. A desperate and furious assault was underway. The former slave boy, now a child warrior, Spartacus, flew up onto the wall.
  The young warrior was a better fighter than any adult. He made a mill with his swords and chopped off three heads of the defenders at once. It was visible how the army was washing over the fortress with a surf wave.
  The attackers were much more numerous and they achieved superiority in forces, clearing the walls in a bloody manner. This was truly an epic battle.
  Kriss, Abaldui's son, also fought, also a very strong and handsome boy.
  He had shed his finery and was fighting in nothing but his swimming trunks. And it looked good for such a well-built boy. He was fighting alongside Spartatus - the heir to the throne, and until recently a young slave with a camelomen.
  And both were almost naked, muscular, with bare, nimble legs.
  Here is the fortress of Aquilonia, covering a rather rich town of Pala.
  After which the plundering began. And the warriors fled to their homes. Naturally, there was violence, murder, and enslavement in the city.
  Kriss captured a very beautiful girl and kept her as his servant. The girl was dressed luxuriously and given sandals decorated with stones. They also treated her to chocolate ice cream, and she smiled, apparently pleased to have become the first of the slaves of such a handsome, fair-haired boy.
  In the city itself there was a warehouse of merchant goods which was confiscated and the treasury was sealed.
  The commander of the fortress, Scorpionus, ordered to be impaled. Thus the first obstacle in Aquilonia was taken.
  And the Emperor of Turan decided to have some fun with gladiator games again. Especially since the first captives appeared.
  In particular, three adult men with swords and axes were brought out onto the platform. And the boy warrior Spartacus came out to fight against them.
  It was truly quite a sight.
  A boy in swimming trunks with two light swords ran out onto the square. Coals were scattered under his bare feet. Working in the quarries without days off since he was three, Spartacus had developed such strong calluses on his soles that they were stronger than camel hooves. And the bare, childish, but very rough soles were not afraid of coals. The boy ran and threw himself at the adults, prisoners who had been practically unharmed in the previous battle.
  Grobovaya licked her lips and noted:
  - Now that's a real fighter! He probably has skin tougher than an alligator!
  The red-haired female vizier, whose bare feet were being massaged by slave boys, noted with a smile:
  - Yes, a magnificent child! A real miracle!
  The fight was playful. Spartacus worked for the crowd, he did not stab, but dodged all the time. He was unusually agile, this boy, he jumped like a swift weasel.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - I wonder, what if I burn his bare heels with a hot iron? Will it be pleasant or not?
  Laughter was heard from the retinue.
  Emperor Abaldui noted:
  - We need exactly these kinds of warriors to conquer the whole world!
  After which he laughed. It really was funny. Finally the boy cut off the first head with a blow of his sword. He tossed it up with his bare foot and sang:
  White wolves gather in a pack,
  They will fight for the new throne...
  The weak perish, they are killed,
  Such is the merciless law!
  And then the sword swung, and another head rolled. Now that was really cool. Blood spurted. The boy dipped his bare little foot into the puddle and chirped:
  - In the holy war - our victory will be! Forward the imperial flag - glory to the fallen heroes!
  After which he cut off the head of the last warrior. Then he grabbed his hair with his bare toes and showed it to the public with blood dripping from his cut throat.
  The warriors were delighted. They whistled and made noise, the women were especially pleased. And the emperor threw Spartacus a gold coin.
  When the boy returned, Bagheera kissed the boy on the cheek and threw the young warrior into the air. He was still just a child.
  Then Chriss fought too. A captured female fighter was put against him.
  She had been wounded in the shoulder during the battle and was bleeding from under the bandage.
  Kriss was the clear favorite. In one hand the boy prince held a trident and in the other a sword. The woman was armed only with a sword, and that was wooden.
  She was wearing only a loincloth with a dirty rag tied around her shoulder - quite young and pretty.
  Chris noted with a smile:
  - If you are spared, I will not add!
  The boy ran into the arena wearing only swimming trunks. He wanted to run to the coals too, but his bare feet were not as rough as Spartacus's. So the prince ran over the sharp stones. And did a somersault in front of the captive woman.
  Almost all the bets were on him. And the boy twisted again.
  Spartacus shouted:
  - Be careful!
  Chris replied:
  If I meet a thousand devils,
  I'll tear you into a thousand pieces!
  The gong sounded and the fight began. Chris, skillfully wielding his axe, distracted the woman and hit her on the shoulder with his sword. She took it and screamed in pain.
  The audience began to roar.
  Empress Grobova called Spartacus and said:
  - I want you to wash my feet!
  The boy noticed:
  - I am not a slave, but the commander of the children's legion!
  The coffin growled:
  - And I can make you a slave again! Okay, let's do it for a fee!
  And she threw a rather large gold coin. The boy caught it deftly with his bare toes. Then he tossed it and caught it again.
  Grobovaya nodded approvingly and smiled. Two slave boys brought a gold carved basin with incense and a washcloth.
  Spartacus smiled. The coffin woman is still young and very beautiful. And even a boy can enjoy washing her empress's feet.
  And Kriss continued to fight. He gave the warrior woman a few more scratches. And she was dripping blood.
  She proudly straightened her shoulders and growled:
  - Come on, finish faster, puppy!
  Chris chuckled and replied:
  - You are too impolite, madam, I will kill you slowly.
  And the boy prince pricked her in the wound. The woman winced in pain, but held back a groan.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - My son has a sophisticated character!
  Spartacus replied:
  - I understand working for the public, but a one-sided fight is not interesting!
  The Empress kicked the boy and burst out laughing.
  The red-haired female vizier noted:
  - Conan the Barbarian has disappeared! And without him, our war will be a cakewalk! Everything will fall apart and the coalition will fall apart!
  Grobovaya giggled and replied:
  - There's also Xena - a rare fighter! She's really the daughter of Ares. It's not that easy to deal with her!
  Chris kicked again, this time with his foot, into the young woman's already bruised shoulder. She groaned. And her face went completely pale.
  Abaldui noted:
  - We can tame Xena! But there is something much more dangerous than Conan and Xena combined!
  The red-haired female vizier nodded:
  - If you mean the heart of God, then yes, it is a great power.
  The Emperor turned to his black magic advisor:
  - Spider, what do you know about this heart of God?
  The man in the black hood answered in a creaky voice:
  - This is a powerful artifact from another universe. No one knows how it appeared. But its power is incredibly great. The greatest sorcerer of our world, Xaltotut, was defeated with its help. But it is really very difficult to control this stone. It does not simply grant wishes, and special knowledge and spells are needed to use it.
  Abalduy asked:
  - Can Conan or his henchmen use the heart of God?
  The black magic advisor replied:
  - It depends on their sorcerer skills, sir. They were able to defeat Xaltotun, which means they know and can do something. In particular, a spell that can turn resurrection verses. In addition, they were able to disperse the clouds that should have caused a downpour. These are not very weak sorcerers!
  Abalduy nodded:
  - I see! But they can't unleash the power of Seth or Ares on us?
  The black magic advisor replied:
  - I don't know, great one! Magic should be approached with caution. If you use magic too often, especially as strong as that of the heart of God, or as Xaltotun possesses, then the laws of the universe can change, and this is fraught with a universal catastrophe!
  Emperor Abaldui noted:
  - We need to send ninja fighters to steal the heart of God from the sorcerers. It seems like the best of them and the king of mercenaries should come to us.
  The black magic advisor nodded:
  - What is possible! We can try. Only the king of ninjas is a powerful sorcerer himself. And if the heart of God ends up in his hands, then instead of handing it over to us, he will take it and use it to increase his own power!
  Grobovaya noted:
  - And what if we entrust this matter to a boy. For example, let Spartacus get the heart of God!
  The young warrior nodded:
  - I'm ready!
  And he continued to rub the empress"s pink, gracefully curved heels with a washcloth.
  Abaldui doubted:
  - To trust such an important matter to a child... It's like a baby controlling a mammoth.
  The red-haired female vizier objected:
  - A child might arouse less suspicion. Especially since Spartacus, for example, might offer himself as an apprentice to the Magi. And they would take such a strong and smart boy. And then he would seize the moment and steal the most valuable artifact!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Charming! Our boy turned out to be quick! I'm sure he can complete the tasks. Okay, enough, wipe my feet!
  Two slave boys ran up holding a terry towel. Spartacus began to wipe the beautiful, graceful, tanned legs of the empress with it. He did it quite deftly.
  Grobovaya muttered:
  - Kiss my feet!
  Spartacus was embarrassed:
  - Maybe we shouldn't!
  Abalduy shouted:
  - It is a great honor to kiss the Empress's bare feet! Ministers and viziers dream of it!
  The boy passionately kissed the young and beautiful woman on her bare soles. She purred with pleasure. Spartacus did this three times and rose from his knees.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - You're a good kisser! Do you want to fight a wolf or a bear?
  Abaldui suggested:
  - Maybe it would be better with a lion?
  The Empress objected:
  - The lion is too strong an opponent. I think it would be better to have a bear, and not a white one, but a brown one. A relatively small one. It will entertain us, and the risk considering Spartak's class is small!
  The Emperor nodded:
  - So be it! But when you become a little bigger, you will definitely fight the lion. This is a test for any man!
  Coffin nodded her lush mane on her strong neck:
  - Of course he will fight! The boy won't hide behind other people's backs!
  Spartak nodded and stamped his bare, childish foot:
  - I will fight for a bright tomorrow! For the glory of the Turanian Empire!
  Meanwhile, Kriss finally finished off the woman by cutting off her head with a blow from his axe. After all, he had the vile blood of the rulers of Turan in him, and he did not spare the victim. And before that, he tortured her well.
  Even though the woman was beheaded, they still burned her bare heel according to tradition, grabbed her by the ribs with a hook and dragged her out of the arena.
  The next to fight was the best of the adult gladiators of Turan - Prometheus.
  It was a huge warrior. He was bare-chested - resembling a lumpy block due to his monstrously developed muscles. He was wearing boots - since adult men, as a rule, unlike boys and women, did not fight barefoot. In one hand he held a long, heavy sword, and in the other, a rather impressive dagger with a hook.
  The Emperor announced:
  - This time Prometheus will fight against the lion!
  The brute bowed to the master.
  Grobovaya said dreamily:
  - I wish we could bring him together with Conan! It would be a fun battle!
  Abaldui muttered:
  - We'll get it together again!
  A rather large lion ran into the arena. Judging by his sunken belly, he had not been fed for a long time before the fight, and he was hungry and angry.
  Most of the bets were on Prometheus. Apparently, he was a serious opponent.
  Spartak noted:
  - And I wouldn"t be afraid of a lion!
  The beast rushed to attack the giant gladiator. Despite his enormous size, he moved very quickly. He jumped aside and cut the skin on the lion's ribs with the tip of his sword. A roar went through the stands. They had already managed to build stands and ten thousand warriors of both sexes were watching the fight.
  Prometheus jumped back again and slashed the lion again. The scarlet blood of the predatory beast flowed. It tried to attack again. The giant gladiator fell on his back and threw the beast over himself with his legs. The crowd screamed with delight.
  Abaldui noted:
  - It would be nice to bring Prometheus together with Spartacus!
  Grobovaya objected:
  - What do you want from a child? It's not according to the rules!
  The Emperor objected:
  - But don't children fight with adults? In gladiatorial duels and in real war?
  The Empress nodded:
  - Yes, they fight! But I don't want Spartacus to hurt Prometheus.
  Abaldui laughed and replied:
  - It would be a funny sight!
  Prometheus fights well. He plays with the lion. True, the lion still managed to scratch the giant gladiator on the side. Blood appeared and scarlet tears began to drip.
  The Empress laughed and sang:
  You are very cool in the battle with lions,
  Imagine fighting like that...
  The young fighter is like a ripe pod,
  I am ready to share Prometheus' fate!
  These words of the empress caused new, cheerful laughter. The giant gladiator struck a few more blows with his sword, and the lion began to weaken and slow down.
  The slave girl brought Abaldui a glass of emerald wine and the emperor took it and drank it. It foamed profusely.
  Prometheus slashed at the lion again. The brute had only a few scratches from his nails. Now that was a real Turanian showdown.
  When the lion became quiet, they lit a fire on him and dragged him out of the arena by a hook.
  And Spartacus came out again next. A boy of about eleven, but very sinewy, strong and agile. It was something not spectacular, but effective.
  The boy ran barefoot along the blazing path again. And smiled widely. He really felt good and comfortable. The young warrior was magnificent.
  And so he jumped up with a running start and somersaulted five times. And then landed spectacularly on his hands. Two slave girls threw him colorful stones. And the young gladiator began to juggle them.
  This is how great it looked.
  While Spartacus was unarmed, he worked with his bare, childish feet, very deftly throwing up the juggling objects.
  But then the gong sounded, and a bear appeared. As expected, brown and not too big.
  However, the emperor exclaimed:
  - Let Spartacus fight him with his bare hands!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - He can handle it!
  Spartacus rose to his feet. The bear was, of course, hungry and angry. Besides, animals were usually given a stimulant before the fight so that they would become more aggressive.
  And so he pounced on the child. Spartacus shot him with a kick of his bare foot. And jumped back. Although the specimen is not particularly large for a bear, but compared to a boy of about eleven years old and the usual height for this age, he seemed enormous. And fighting with such a boy without a weapon is a very big risk and inconvenient.
  Spartacus jumped back and struck at the bear with his bare, childish feet. And jumped and struck. Then the boy gladiator hit the bear with his elbow, breaking his nose and bleeding, and deftly dove to avoid the embrace of strong, clawed paws.
  And he hit the beast in the groin with his knee. The bear, having received a strong jab, began to scream. Spartacus added a barefoot, round heel with a turn, breaking the nose even more. And then the boy gladiator jumped back like a panther. The bear ran at him. Spartacus fell on his back and threw his opponent over himself with his legs. The hairy beast crashed down, and a stream of blood gushed from his mouth.
  The grave said:
  Again, blood flows like a river here,
  Your opponent looks tough...
  But don't give in to him,
  And return the monster to the darkness!
  The boy, not letting the bear rise, kicked him in the head with his strong, crowbar-like legs. The beast was literally bleeding and suffocating. Spartacus fell into ecstasy and rapture of battle. And he beat his opponent with all his might until the bear, beaten to a pulp, fell silent.
  The boy gladiator threw his hands up and exclaimed:
  - Victory!
  Grobovaya sang, grabbing one of the slave boys by the nose:
  Just a few minutes,
  Just a few minutes...
  The whole conversation lasted between us,
  What is your name, please?
  What is your name?
  And she answered with victory!
  The bear was traditionally set on fire with a red-hot rod and dragged on a hook. This was truly an inglorious end to life, when a child kills you with his bare hands and bare feet.
  By order of the Emperor, firecrackers were launched into the sky, celebrating and celebrating the first successes in the battle for Aqualonia.
  . CHAPTER #8.
  Darya Rybachenko continued to work on digging the canal: Danube - Dnieper, and at the same time she saw all sorts of fairy tales in her dreams.
  Mercedes unexpectedly stepped on an orange circle in the castle itself. And the heroine girl fell through. She began to fall smoothly towards a deep well. She reminded me of Alice from the famous fairy tale. And the well itself was quite wide, and some paintings and portraits sparkled on its walls. And there were even shelves with pots or jars of jam.
  Mercedes chirped:
  - Wow! It's just a miracle!
  And she stretched out her hands to the can, but didn't have time to grab it and flew past. And she began to fall again...
  A butterfly with wings sparkling with platinum and topaz appeared next to the wild girl. She chirped with a smile:
  - Magnificent traveler! You have fallen into a portal between worlds, and impressive adventures await you!
  Mercedes giggled and asked:
  - Which ones specifically?
  The butterfly shook its wings and replied:
  - You'll see for yourself! You understand that when everything is known in advance, it's not interesting!
  The girl nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, that's right! It's better when there's intrigue!
  The magic insect asked:
  - Did you suffer a lot in your past life?
  Mercedes nodded.
  - Yes, I even suffered a lot!
  And the girl shook her braids and played with her biceps. Then she tensed the muscles of her bare legs, and balls rolled under her tanned skin. Playing cards appeared between the beauty's bare toes.
  The butterfly giggled and a magic wand flashed in her hands. And she shook it and sang:
  - The performance will be very tasty,
  It's just delicious,
  You will fight with your shadow,
  Playing every moment!
  And a cream cake flew from above. It looked very appetizing and smelled fragrant.
  Mercedes caught it with her bare toes and chirped:
  - I'm full, maybe it would be better to give it to hungry children?
  Then the cake suddenly exploded. It scattered into pieces like confetti.
  The butterfly laughed and replied:
  - What's so funny about this?
  Mercedes replied with annoyance:
  - Stupid joke!
  And her face just twisted. It really did look stupid. Like a cheap, childish prank. What else did she expect? Maybe something that her butterfly would take and feed her.
  Moreover, confectionery products are harmful to your figure.
  And Mercedes just burst out laughing, flashing her pearly teeth. That's the kind of fighting girl she is, so to speak.
  The butterfly shook her magic wand once more. And the warrior girl found herself on a red brick path. Her bare soles felt that the bricks were as hot as a frying pan, and it was painful to walk on them.
  The butterfly encouraged:
  - Don't be afraid! You are a savage from birth, this body has never known shoes and your feet are rough and very calloused, and they will withstand.
  Indeed, the girl's soles were stronger than the soles of her boots, but her feet were still alive and the scorching heat was felt. But in principle, it was bearable.
  Mercedes walked quickly, like a marching soldier. Butterfly noted:
  - Here is the first obstacle awaiting you!
  A knight in black armor appeared before the girl, as if he had fallen from the sky, and with a long, steel-like sword in his hands. He said with a roar:
  - Stop, girl!
  Mercedes stopped. She was unarmed. True, the knight looked rather clumsy in his heavy armor. And Mercedes thought that she could hit him in the chin with her bare heel.
  But the knight said:
  - I won't fight an unarmed girl! Just guess the riddle if you want to go further!
  Mercedes said in annoyance:
  - I'm not a girl. And as for being unarmed, it's not a problem - I'm a weapon myself!
  The knight muttered:
  - Try to hit me!
  The girl kicked him with her bare heel. And then she screamed. Lightning pierced her bare foot, and it was terribly painful. Mercedes howled - electric discharges pass through the nerve endings, and cause hellish pain.
  And her rebellious spirit subsided and she chirped:
  - Okay, give me your riddle!
  The knight thundered:
  - What belongs to you, but others use it much more often than you!
  Mercedes chuckled and remarked:
  - Well, it could be anything, for example, reputation, fame, name in the end!
  The knight laughed and remarked:
  - Well, it could be anything! But in this case, you have to choose one thing!
  Mercedes frowned and nervously moved her bare feet; standing with bare soles on the hot surface was unpleasant and painful.
  Then she replied:
  - Okay! I'll choose the name!
  The knight nodded:
  - Good! Answer accepted!
  And suddenly he disappeared into thin air. The butterfly with the magic wand answered:
  - You see how simple it is. And you, barefoot, hit him in the chin with your girlish heel!
  Mercedes laughed and remarked:
  - It's like a heel in the eye or an eye in the heel!
  Afterwards, the girl dashed along the red brick path. When you move almost at a run, it doesn't burn so painfully. And she felt herself on the rise. It turns out that Mercedes is not only strong, but also smart!
  And you can even sing something funny, making it up on the go:
  I'm a beautiful girl, believe me,
  But that's not the most important thing in the world...
  When the countess has a beastly character,
  It will be a decent place on the planet!
  
  I was born into a very poor family,
  She was a simple barefoot fisherwoman...
  But the girl was everywhere on time,
  And even in the snow her feet didn"t freeze!
  
  She loved sweet chocolate,
  But they rarely let me try it...
  That's just the way things are,
  Why don't they live in luxury if the children are poor!
  
  But there was her beloved Dantes,
  He became a captain at such a young age...
  Mercedes fell deeply in love with him,
  And she kissed the guy hard on the lips!
  
  But someone vile wrote a denunciation,
  Edmond was immediately put in a fortress...
  And even Christ didn"t help here,
  What an absurdity this turned out to be!
  
  I cried a lot of tears, you know,
  I cried for my sweet boyfriend...
  I wanted God to convey the prayer,
  And may I become Dantes' bride!
  
  But alas, no miracle happened here,
  So the boy remained in the fortress...
  For the glory of Bonaparte and the country,
  He was great, maybe even too great!
  
  And the valiant Ferdinand became my husband,
  Who had a glorious career...
  Bonaparte was betrayed in a base and faithful manner,
  Because the heavens have intervened in the sphere!
  
  She became a countess, her state was darkness,
  There turned out to be such wealth here...
  But thoughts about my beloved are in my mind,
  The hunt to get the kingdom with a dream!
  
  And it turned out that my Dantes was alive,
  That he is rich and also a count, believe me...
  And Mercedes was reborn to life,
  At least she already had children!
  
  This is how much a girl wants to go to heaven,
  So that the cherubim sing a hymn and an ode...
  So the girl dares,
  God will make me invincible!
  
  Now I am young again, believe me,
  Swift in movement like a panther...
  A great dream has come true,
  The widow looked younger like a day!
  
  Now she's got adventures ahead of her,
  There is so much to do, you know...
  You will get the result, believe me.
  Follow her, brave girls, go for it!
  
  In short, I will find my destiny,
  You know, a new groom will be found too...
  And may the wind disperse the blizzard,
  May Mercedes fight for paradise again!
  So the beauty sang with joy. And then the towers of a large city appeared ahead. They were made of green marble, with graceful teeth.
  Mercedes noted:
  - There are magnificent cities!
  The butterfly with the magic wand nodded:
  - Yes, of course they are magnificent. And the girls are really wonderful.
  Indeed, there were fields all around where either almost naked, tanned, muscular girls or boys in swimming trunks were working.
  The latter were beautiful, almost all fair-haired, with a chocolate tan and well-defined muscles.
  But there were no adult men in sight. Only young and beautiful girls no older than twenty and boys from ten to thirteen years old in appearance.
  Mercedes asked in surprise:
  - It's an interesting world... Why only boys?
  The butterfly replied with a smile:
  - It just happened that way. One scientist fought to achieve eternal youth. And he succeeded. Only the women really did become young and beautiful, and the men turned into boys. That would have been half the trouble, but they returned to childhood in their minds. As a result, this world returned from technology to the Middle Ages. But everyone is almost immortal - if they die, it is from violence. And even then, the people here are very tenacious!
  Mercedes chuckled:
  - Immortality in exchange for the Middle Ages?
  The butterfly nodded:
  - Yes! You haven't been to technologically advanced worlds. It's not all roses there either!
  The girl noticed:
  - I would like to get into such a world!
  The butterfly replied:
  - You will have a chance!
  A very muscular and tanned boy of about thirteen ran out to meet Mercedes. He was also barefoot and wearing only swimming trunks, which, however, considering that there were three suns in the sky and it was as hot as the equator, was quite natural. But the boy had a wreath of faceted diamonds on his head that sparkled very brightly in the three suns.
  Mercedes whistled:
  - Are you a prince?
  The boy stamped his bare foot and replied:
  - Aim higher! I am the king of this city!
  Mercedes clarified:
  - Cities or states?
  The boy replied with a sigh:
  - So far only cities! But I think we will unite the kingdom sooner or later! And create an empire!
  Mercedes noted:
  - It will cost a lot of blood. And when a state is great, it is difficult to govern it!
  The boy replied:
  - Follow me!
  Mercedes followed him. The young king of the local spill ran, so that his bare heels sparkled. It was funny, his majesty barefoot. However, for children to show off bare heels in the heat is natural. In France, even the children of rich parents are very often barefoot in the summer. Only to church or on special occasions. But in Britain, even in the summer, they are somehow embarrassed to walk barefoot, even young ladies who seemed to be ordered by God himself to harden their soles. There, bare feet are a sign of extreme poverty.
  At the entrance stood boys and girls with spears in their hands. Usually, boys held spears, and girls bows.
  Inside the city it was quite clean. Boys and girls were sweeping the streets.
  The houses looked smart and beautiful. The world without adult men did not seem flawed and crooked.
  On the contrary, there were many fountains that went up in diamond splashes. And alleys with bright and lush flowers, which were looked after by boys and girls.
  Mercedes noted:
  - And how beautiful!
  The boy with the diamond wreath nodded:
  - Yes, we have it good! If you don't fight, you can enjoy eternal youth! And you won't have a bald spot, gray hair, or ugly limbs. I still remember those times when I was an adult. More precisely, at the moment of rejuvenation, I could even say I was an old man. But I got younger and became a boy. And I've been enjoying youth for more than a century. And how happy the old women were when they became young girls. It's just a miracle!
  Mercedes nodded.
  - I understand!
  The boy grinned and asked:
  - And were you an old woman?
  Mercedes was embarrassed:
  - No! Not really! Although I'm not young anymore!
  The boy king laughed and replied:
  - I see! You've grown younger too! To be honest, I'd prefer to be a little bigger - sixteen or seventeen. Otherwise, my perfection isn't big enough for girls to get the pleasure they need!
  Mercedes replied:
  - That's not the main thing! The main thing is inner harmony and beauty of the soul!
  The boy king nodded:
  - Right! That's why I want to ask you, are you from the technological world?
  Mercedes shrugged.
  - Well, we've already started building railroads! And so... We haven't learned to fly in the sky, except maybe in a hot air balloon. Our science fiction writers also write that there will be cars that will travel at high speeds on electricity, and that people will sooner or later fly to the moon. But in practice, we're still far from that.
  The boy king remarked:
  - We had cars and planes too. We even landed people on a satellite. And there were also cars that you could play with. But now that's in the past. We returned to Eden rejuvenated. And you're probably even surprised. More than a hundred years have passed and during that time we've hidden all traces of civilization!
  Mercedes asked with surprise:
  - And why did you do this?
  The young-looking king replied:
  - So as not to grieve! We are not only outwardly young. We have also become like children in our minds, and we could no longer maintain the level of civilization. So we decided to hide it and return to pre-industrial times. Especially since we have a wonderful climate on our planet - as many as three suns, and we can live and not grieve even without progress!
  Mercedes giggled and noted:
  -To each his own!
  The boy king muttered:
  - Sit down!
  The girl sat down. Two half-naked boys of about twelve years old ran up to her with a golden basin and began to wash Mercedes's feet. It was pleasant and the girl relaxed. And she noticed:
  - If you believe the Christian religion, then in Heaven there will also be only palaces, flowers and fountains, plus exotic fruits and no technology!
  The girl on the golden tray brought them bunches of bananas. In this world, they were orange. And as Mercedes soon discovered, they were delicious.
  The boy king noted:
  - We have a sweet life!
  Mercedes agreed:
  - Not bad! How about some wine?
  The young monarch chirped:
  What makes you drunker than wine?
  Women, glory, war!
  Mercedes laughed and replied:
  - You can't argue with that!
  The boy king flicked the girl on the nose and sang:
  It is impossible to live in this world without women, no,
  And there are no such things as too many years!
  So that fate doesn't sulk,
  There will be eternal youth!
  On a new path, we will go!
  Two girls in loincloths brought a golden basin and began to wash the boy-king's feet too. Apparently, this was their custom. And a very good one.
  Mercedes chirped:
  - Oh, you are such sweet boys - you look so much like bunnies!
  The young king replied:
  - Okay! We did some good things! Now the question is, are you a military man?
  Mercedes replied:
  - My husband is a general and I have some understanding of military affairs!
  The boy king asked:
  - Can you make a catapult?
  The countess girl shrugged her shoulders:
  - I'm not sure! Maybe I could, maybe I couldn't! I saw ballistas and catapults in the museum. But maybe it would be more practical to make a cannon?
  The young king shook his head:
  - No! There is an agreement not to revive firearms. Only cold arms, or battering rams, or something that throws stones. By the way, we already have primitive catapults, but we would like something more advanced!
  Mercedes noted uncertainly:
  - I'm not an expert on ancient weapons! I can still make gunpowder, and I know roughly how a cannon or a unicorn works. But to make a more advanced catapult... Maybe it would be better to invent gunpowder!
  The boy king growled:
  - No gunpowder! We can, in principle, produce nitroglycerin, but we decided by mutual agreement not to do so. And no more tanks or planes. The maximum is a hot air balloon. So, no nails!
  Mercedes noted:
  - Overall, it's commendable! Really, why do you need weapons? Killing people is not good. And what do you want to fight for?
  The boy king readily answered:
  - For fun! And not only. If we live in peace, we will completely fall into childhood.
  Mercedes countered:
  - It's not at all necessary! For example, you can do something good! Isn't that right! Creative!
  The young king smiled:
  - Creative? For example, building pyramids?
  Mercedes countered:
  - Not necessarily pyramids! You can build many other things. For example, temples to the gods!
  The boy king asked:
  - Do you have many gods?
  Mercedes replied:
  - There are many countries and peoples on planet Earth, and they have different religions and gods. Therefore, we can say that there are many gods. Although in our country, most people believe that God is one, but in three hypostases!
  The boy king asked:
  - Is it like one in those hypostases?
  Mercedes remembered the priest's explanation:
  - Well, it's like a three-leafed tree! Or let's say one hand and it has five fingers!
  The young king laughed and remarked:
  - Yes, and we also have temples to different gods. In particular, Seth, whom he helps in battle, or Osiris - he leads to an increase in harvests, and Ptah improves industry. We still have it, albeit primitive. For example, we produce very good jewelry. RA improves trade and raises the mood. And if you organize Basque festivals, then it will be paradise. As they say, five gods and all the necessary ones!
  Mercedes clarified:
  - Only five?
  The young king nodded:
  - In our city there are only five! But in some places there are more, and in others there are fewer. Some also build temples to Onubis, who rules the kingdom of the dead. But we argue about this. For example, there are some sorcerers who can call a soul from the other world. But there are also those who say that without a body there is no life, and necromancers are deceivers and perform tricks like magicians. Indeed, if there is a soul, then why does memory sometimes go so wrong after a blow to the head with a club?
  Mercedes nodded.
  - Yes, and we have some who organize spiritualistic sessions. And sometimes they are caught in fraud.
  The boy king said:
  - We can talk about religion for a long time. And this conversation is just empty talk.
  And the young monarch slapped his bare foot on the water, splashing the girls. They laughed and winked.
  Mercedes playfully grabbed one of the boys by the nose with her bare toes. And squeezed hard. He suddenly started screaming. The warrior girl noted:
  - It will be a cool move! And we will fix the nose!
  Then everything was different. Another boy rode up on a camel. In this case, the vizier said:
  - It looks like an army is heading our way! They want to conquer us!
  The boy monarch growled:
  - It would be better to just rob! Or the swords are itching!
  Mercedes asked:
  - Are there also children in the neighboring town?
  The young king objected:
  - We are not children! We have children's bodies, but adult memories. I remember my past life well. I made a good career then and became the president of one of the countries on our planet. But to be honest, at seventy-four years old, power is no longer a joy. And when I turned thirteen, I was very happy!
  Mercedes clarified:
  - Thirteen in the flesh! And seventy-four in the soul, plus more than a hundred years!
  The young king confirmed:
  - Yes, you could say that! Age is quite a constraint. When you get older. But if it's the other way around, then it's not bad!
  Mercedes noted:
  - On the contrary... Yes, I was already fifty years old. For a woman, that's a lot. And when I turned twenty, I felt good! And I can even say great!
  The boy monarch noted:
  - For a politician, fifty is still considered young! It's not scary yet. But for a woman, yes, it's not the most blooming age. Although you can have plastic surgery. Yes, we've already reached that. Sometimes you even want to play on the computer. The games were great.
  But we gave up on them too!
  Mercedes clarified:
  - They threw the baby out with the bathwater! It happens!
  The boy king nodded:
  - Okay, let's go! Let's gather an army!
  The boy vizier remarked:
  - Is your majesty a new girl with you?
  The young monarch nodded:
  - Yes, this is a traveler from a distant world! Maybe not even from our planet!
  The young vizier asked:
  - Does she know how to fight?
  Mercedes muttered:
  - I can fight with swords!
  The boy king nodded:
  - Let him fight Angela! She is the best swordsman in our kingdom!
  The boy vizier objected:
  - Angela will kill her! Choose an easier opponent!
  Mercedes countered:
  - I have a great body and in my past life I took fencing lessons!
  The young monarch nodded:
  - Then let them fight, but only with wooden swords. I don't want them to kill each other.
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  Baron de Danglars was living out his last days somewhere in the south of Italy. He had fifty thousand francs left, which gave him an annual income of two and a half thousand, and he could basically live comfortably. Danglars was afraid to even think about revenge on Edmond Dantes. Moreover, it was he who first came up with the idea of writing a denunciation of Dantes. And he was the initiator of all the troubles.
  Moreover, Ferdinand can be understood - love and jealousy for Mercedes, and prosecutor Villefort feared for his personal safety, then Danglars was guided purely by envy. And he was the most vile and mean of this triad.
  And he got off cheaper than everyone else. Ferdinand shot himself, Villefort lost his entire family and went mad, and this one is still alive and not starving.
  True, the robbers scared him a little and forced him to fast. But of all the triads, he is the worst and the most insidious.
  And then that very familiar gypsy came to him. If you're going to play, then play. And why not add figures to the game.
  And she asked Danglars ingratiatingly:
  - Do you want to look younger?
  The grey-haired baron, already over sixty years old, nodded vigorously:
  - Of course I want to!
  The gypsy nodded with a smile:
  - I can make you younger, but for that you will serve me!
  Danglars confirmed with a sigh:
  - I understand! Of course, nothing in our world is given for free. And a deal is a deal!
  The black-haired sorceress suggested:
  - Okay, I'll perform a ritual on you. And I'll send you to the world where Edmond Dantes is now!
  Danglars shook with fear:
  - I wouldn't want to deal with the Count of Montecristo! He'd trample me like a cockroach!
  The gypsy nodded:
  - Of course he will trample you if he finds out. But you will be a boy of about twelve years old, and you will be able to make friends with him. Gain his trust, he will never recognize you in a child's body!
  Danglars asked again:
  - Will I be a boy?
  The sorceress confirmed:
  - Yes, a boy. And what's better than a gray-haired, bald old man! Especially since boys become adults with time, and old men become dead! And you know yourself - there's no heaven for you in the next world!
  Danglars nodded, his neck bending with a creak.
  - My answer is clear! I agree to everything! And should I then, having gained Edmond's trust, kill him?
  The gypsy laughed:
  - No! If I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him myself! I have another goal and we will contact each other from time to time. But for now, let's go! I will perform the ritual, turn you into a boy, and transfer you to another world!
  Danglars croaked:
  How many times have I argued with fate,
  For the sake of this meeting with you!
  I was sailing somewhere, sailing beyond the seas,
  I know it wasn't in vain!
  Everything in the world was not in vain,
  It was not in vain!
  The gypsy nodded:
  - Went!
  Danglars had to go. However, he is not such a decrepit old man that he can barely walk. And if he needs to, he will walk.
  The gypsy was young, no more than thirty, and walked barefoot. Of course, Italy has a warm and mild climate. The bankrupt Danglars was afraid to return to France. Plus, his previous financial machinations were revealed. In Italy, in winter, although cool, it is comfortable. Especially in Sicily, where the climate is very mild.
  Well, it's indecent for an old man to walk barefoot even in Italy. And my legs are such that I'm ashamed to show them.
  The sorceress took it and sang:
  They run along a crooked path,
  Barefoot gypsy feet...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  And the young woman jumped up and hung in the air for a while.
  Danglars was dumbfounded:
  - Well, you're something else!
  The gypsy woman noted:
  - That's why I'm a sorceress! And a powerful sorceress at that! What surprises you?
  The Baron replied with a smile:
  - I used to think that all sorcerers were swindlers!
  The sorcerer confirmed:
  - In most cases, that's true! But there are exceptions! For example, I'm a hereditary sorceress!
  And the young woman snapped her bare toes. And a bouquet of white roses appeared in her hand. The gypsy snapped again and the roses turned red!
  Danglars remarked:
  - Lovely! But some magicians can do that too!
  The sorceress replied:
  - But not a single magician has ever regained his youth!
  The Baron asked:
  - How old are you?
  The gypsy answered with a smile:
  - Soon three hundred!
  Danglars whistled:
  - You're in excellent condition! You look no more than thirty! The woman's prime!
  The sorceress confirmed:
  - I can even become a girl. But the age of my prime suits me just fine! And you, for example, why did you write a denunciation of Dantes?
  Danglars answered honestly:
  - I wanted to take his place as captain of the Pharaoh. He was only nineteen years old when he became captain. I thought it was too much, and that Edmod didn't deserve it!
  The gypsy woman noted:
  - Years of life are a secondary factor! Talent, will, heroism, hard work mean much more! So you were wrong. However, fortune was favorable to you for a long time. You became rich, became a baron, a knight of the Legion of Honor. And only after many years did revenge come!
  Danglars replied with a sigh:
  - You can't escape fate! But Edmond spent fourteen years in prison, in solitary confinement. And I suffered in the robbers' prison for only two weeks!
  The sorceress nodded with a smile:
  - You got off cheap! But in short, come on, follow me, it's not far.
  They walked in silence for a few minutes. Then a tower appeared ahead. The gypsy woman remarked:
  - That's where we'll perform the ritual! It won't take much time!
  And so they entered the tower. There were already four barefoot, very young girls and a boy of about thirteen with light, curly hair. Also with bare, tanned legs and in shorts, naked to the waist.
  Danglars was slightly taken aback:
  - You have interesting assistants!
  The gypsy answered with a smile:
  - What are they! By the way, the boy was also an old man in his past life. And now he enjoys eternal youth! Although he admitted that he would like to look sixteen! Then women would be much more willing to throw themselves at him.
  The boy stamped his bare foot and replied:
  - Stand in the center of the pentagram!
  Danglars did not argue. He stood up obediently. And the four girls together with the boy began to perform the ritual. And the chief witch began to prepare the potion. The Baron thought, the girls and the boy sang and their voices relaxed and calmed.
  The girls' bare feet were beautiful and graceful. The boy was also at that age when the skin of children's feet is smooth and clean, like that of girls. Although the soles were rough, they were cleanly washed and pink.
  Danglars thought that soon he would become like that. And it would be great. To slap barefoot children's heels on the grass. And nothing would hurt, his whole body would feel fresh and energetic. And how great it would all be.
  And he will take Edmond Dantes and stab him to death in his sleep at night. Or put poison in his mouth. Or maybe even make him be sold as a slave to the quarries.
  I imagined a young, muscular, sinewy body under the overseer's whip - it was very attractive.
  The gypsy finished brewing the potion and sprinkled it on Danglars. The boy and four girls shouted something deafening. And it literally blocked up their ears. And Dangrall closed his eyes.
  When he opened his eyes again, he was already on a lawn with orange grass.
  His feet were now bare and childish. Like his body, it belonged to a boy of eleven or twelve, very conveniently muscular, and probably handsome.
  Danglars whistled:
  - Wow!
  A gypsy appeared before him. Only this time she was transparent, like a ghost. The sorceress cooed:
  - Now you're a boy! But being a child is not only joy, but also responsibility! Now I'm going to sell you into slavery. But don't be afraid, I'll help you escape. And now follow me.
  The boy Danglars sent for the sorceress's shadow. He was interested. The child's bare soles were tickled by the grass very pleasantly, and the young time traveler smiled. And how much vigor there was in his body, how much energy and strength. How easily he walked.
  And the world around Danglars is beautiful. Flowers grow on the trees - so lush and bright. Butterflies and dragonflies also fly. The wings of the butterflies sparkle with all the colors of the rainbow, and the dragonflies give off platinum and silver.
  And the grass under the boy"s bare feet is so bright, orange, and there are also purple stars on it, and also flowers of yellow, white, and red colors.
  Danglars took it and sang:
  Sometimes a birch tree, sometimes a rowan tree,
  A willow bush above the river...
  My native land, forever beloved,
  Where else can you find one like this!
  The gypsy woman remarked with a smile:
  - Not bad! But this is not France, this is another world. Look at the sky - four luminaries!
  Danglars chuckled and replied:
  - Wow! That's great!
  There were indeed four luminaries in the sky. And how truly beautiful it was. One of them was blue in the form of a triangle. So it must be said to be beautiful. Two luminaries - white and yellow round, and blue in the form of a drop. It is so wonderful. These are the fighting stars.
  Danglars sang:
  Wonderful world around,
  It's so beautiful...
  The Almighty is your friend,
  Life will be red!
  And the boy stepped on something slippery with his bare sole. And he rubbed his bare foot under the grass, shaking off the slime. Then he quickened his pace. The boy's legs were childish, but strong and agile. So he quickened his pace, and a road of marble tiles appeared. And it looked beautiful. Danglars noted that the tiles were of different colors, and looked quite impressive.
  The boy noted:
  -It looks rich! I wonder who built this road?
  The sorceress noted with a smile:
  - The same people like you! What's good about being a tomboy? How nice it is to walk barefoot on such tiles?
  Danglars confirmed:
  -That's very nice! Do you want to become a child too?
  The gypsy laughed, baring her teeth:
  - And I can become a girl at any moment! And not only girls, but boys too. Yes, I can incarnate into a boy's body and even into yours. And nothing is impossible!
  The boy exclaimed:
  Everything impossible is possible,
  Know how to become a boy well...
  We will win and it won't be difficult,
  Although it can be difficult!
  The gypsy chirped:
  My boy, my baby,
  I believe you will defeat everyone!
  And she shook her bare, feminine, graceful foot. After which a sword appeared in Danglars' right hand. And the boy whistled. The sword was perfectly balanced, and sharper than a razor, and the handle was decorated with diamonds.
  Danglars took it and sang:
  In business we should show our talents,
  A boy's best friends are diamonds!
  The gypsy suddenly disappeared. And the first enemy appeared ahead. It was a completely ordinary wolf. Except that its head was purple and spotted with red. And in shape and size - it really was like a wolf.
  Danglars felt fear in himself. He was just a little boy, even if he had a sharp sword in his hands. And he really was facing a monster.
  And he exclaimed:
  - Help, sorceress!
  The gypsy appeared and exclaimed:
  - Don't be afraid! Fight the monster!
  Danglars suddenly felt confident. Not being naturally brave, he took a decisive step forward. The wolf rushed at the boy. Danglars swung his sword and it crashed into the monster. And then the wolf disappeared. As if it had never been there. And not even a trace of blood remained.
  The gypsy woman took it and sang:
  Be patient, be patient, be patient,
  When things get tough...
  Creak, creak,
  You are my saddle!
  Don't you dare, don't you dare, don't you dare,
  Relax for a moment!
  Manage to overcome yourself!
  Danglars echoed the enthusiasm:
  Let the road run into the distance,
  Let there be no sadness in your heart!
  I can handle anything in this world,
  And I will fly into the sky like a bird!
  After which the boy moved along the path much more strongly. And this was something new in him. Fear disappeared, and confidence set in. And the mood in the young body rose. How good it is to be a child. That's wonderful. And why shouldn't an old man become a boy? After all, it's wonderful to be young, fresh, bold, barefoot. And it would be even better to become a boy forever! So as not to be an adult. And to run around in short pants, and grin and smile. And that's great and how fun.
  Here a girl appeared in front. She looked about seventeen. In only panties and a narrow strip of fabric on her chest. Her graceful, bare, tanned and muscular legs stepped energetically on the tiles. The girl had hair the color of gold leaf, and she smelled so appetizing.
  Danglars licked his lips and chirped:
  About this barefoot girl,
  I couldn't forget...
  It seemed like the stones of the pavement,
  They torment the skin of tender feet!
  The girl, very beautiful and wonderful, ran up to Danglars and answered:
  - You write well! You have talent!
  Danglars sang:
  - We are great talents,
  But they are clear and simple...
  We are singers and musicians,
  Acrobats and jesters!
  The girl remarked with a smile:
  - But you are still evil. More precisely, your soul is evil, but your body is kind! And what will migrate is hard to say!
  Danglars remarked:
  - Being determines consciousness!
  And the boy clicked his bare toes, and a small, colorful stone flew up into the air!
  The girl confirmed:
  - Maybe you'll become better. You're already better! Let's go together.
  The boy and the girl quickened their pace. They moved together. The bare feet of both the girl and the boy were beautiful and graceful. Danglars noticed that in his past life, even as a child, he had not been so handsome.
  And this certainly pleased the former baron. How wonderful it was to be young and handsome. He remembered the Chinese proverb: it is better to be healthy and rich than sick and poor. However, the question is - what if both are impossible to combine. Who is better to be, an old and sick rich man, or a young and healthy barefoot boy? Probably still better to be a boy. There are bananas growing on the trees here. In such a paradise, such a thing is great. And Daglar jumped up, picked an orange banana. Peeled it and ate it. It tasted like a ripe earthly fruit, but even more pleasant to the taste and sweeter.
  The boy took it and began to sing with delight:
  There is such a hot continent in the world -
  Where the mountains are green, coconuts and bananas!
  He is glorified in many valiant songs,
  Beautiful flowers, monkey running!
    
  There is no winter in it, but the snow is the fluff of spring,
  You can have a feast near the tree!
  In it the rich seem to be poor,
  And the poor are blissful in the bosom!
    
  There are many countries on this continent,
  Any king who has half the family!
  We dedicate a novel to Africa,
  And a lush fan saves you from the heat!
    
  The angry primate squeals, alas,
  The lion opens his mouth and yawns!
  The desert was as hot as the door to hell,
  And the jungle is like a road to a bright paradise!
    
  Here the stagecoach passed along the path,
  The boa constrictor, hearing this, curled up!
  Here a lush garden blooms almost everywhere,
  There are so many fruits - you can put saucers on them!
    
  Well, should we build a factory for the blacks?
  Let them get wings too!
  Do not believe that God will not come in the flesh,
  Let man become omnipotent in mind!
  So Danglars sang, jumping up and down. And he was surprised that he had such bright and clear thoughts in his head. How good it is to be a boy. Old people understand this best.
  And how wonderful it is to return to youth. Or even to childhood. After all, only children know how to have real fun! And have fun sincerely and with all their heart.
  Danglars was happy anyway and was catching new sensations of his young body. How easy and fast everything was now, how great and full of energy. As if you really were a monster. And you felt literally at full capacity.
  More precisely, not even a monster, but a boy full of energy and enthusiasm. In whom everything literally sparkles. And the sensations can be said to be one hundred, or even two hundred percent.
  And he jumped and picked up a pineapple. He broke it and offered it to the girl. She answered with a smile:
  - I ate recently! And don't get too carried away. If you eat a lot of fruit without bread, you might get a hangry!
  Danglars chuckled and replied:
  - I'll take that into account! Although everything here is so delicious that it's hard to resist the temptation.
  The girl nodded:
  - Then sing better, you won't be so hungry!
  And the boy baron sang:
  We are in the jungle in the land of wild monkeys,
  Where the bananas are green, there are heaps of cannibals!
  We had to cross the ocean,
  With such seething energy!
    
  The Daughter of Light ordered us to go -
  Reach where the equator is a ditch!
  Well, what is it that God is One and not One,
  And so we have more than one grenade!
    
  They sent the young pioneers into battle,
  They said it was just an internship!
  So that every boy would be a brave one,
  Energy of large rockets acceleration!
    
  I shoot with a machine gun right on target -
  Look, he mowed down the fighters with khaki paint!
  They won't be able to control our Motherland,
  Bandits and other bullies!
    
  Such a furious order from the Fatherland -
  Learn, boy, to fight like a fierce lion!
  And if the red leader gave the order,
  Don't be a pathetic clown!
    
  Here the cartridge case badly burned my cheek,
  There is no hard bristle on it yet!
  But I have been serving my Motherland for a long time, believe me,
  Don't think you're weaklings, teenagers!
    
  Ours was surrounded by the Mau-mam tribe,
  They don't have spears, they have grenade launchers!
  In response, we will strike with steel,
  Pilots will help France from the skies!
    
  In Paris, every warrior from the nursery,
  The baby reaches for the gun!
  And defeat the army of invaders,
  The bard sang about the exploits of the poem!
  That's how Danglars sang with feeling and expression. And it looked very wonderful. The boy sings with a ringing voice that belongs in a church choir. And it sounds simply magnificent.
  The girl nodded and replied:
  - You have a good body and as a result a great voice. - The beauty stamped her bare, graceful foot and continued. - Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, my name is Elvira!
  Danglars nodded:
  - Very good name!
  The girl remarked with a smile:
  - And I see you were also a fine man. Maybe not honest, but in your practical mind, you can't be refused!
  The boy baron nodded:
  - Yes, and I had intelligence, and a good wife! But let's say that Edmond Dantes rose from hell and ruined me, and deprived me of universal respect. Which is truly a nightmare!
  Elvira noted:
  - But agree that old age is worse than bankruptcy!
  Danglars nodded and confirmed:
  - There's no arguing with that! Old age is the worst!
  The girl took it and laughed and answered:
  - In the magical world there are various rejuvenating fruits. And not only apples, but many others!
  The boy baron nodded:
  - Of course! That's what magic is for! I believe in it, and I even hope to try something tasty in time!
  Elvira noted with a laugh:
  - You'll try again, my baby!
  Danglars remarked:
  - I'm already sixty years old! I can hardly be considered a baby!
  The girl giggled and sang:
  We remain children forever,
  Only the years change!
  What was there behind, look back,
  Don't be lazy to get to know yourself as a baby!
  Because there are many years,
  It flew by, it buzzed!
  Look around, look around, and get married!
  Danglars said sincerely:
  - I would be happy to marry you! You are perfection itself, from a smile to a gesture, from a smile to a gesture beyond all praise!
  Elvira said in a stern tone:
  - Modesty is a beauty! But you are wrong about perfection, no one is perfect, not even the Almighty!
  The boy baron agreed:
  - Yes, that's right! When you freeze in winter, and are exhausted in summer, or especially when you look at old women, you think - God really is not perfect!
  Elvira shrugged and remarked:
  - A person learns and develops over the years. So the Almighty also experiences spiritual evolution together with us. Thus, despite all the waves and shocks, everything changes for the better. And sooner or later we will reach the ideal!
  Danglars remarked doubtfully:
  - But if everyone becomes ideal, then where will we grow? And won't it be too boring in a perfect and ideal world?
  The girl shrugged and replied:
  - A perfect world cannot be boring. Moreover, there is no limit to perfection. So do not judge what you have no idea about!
  The boy baron muttered:
  - Can you even think about what you have?
  Elvira smirked and replied:
  - How can I say it! I seem like a young girl, but in reality I am so old that I don"t even want to talk about it, because the stronger sex gets shy and feels uncomfortable after that.
  Danglars nodded and said confidently:
  - I immediately thought that you were a Goddess!
  . CHAPTER #10.
  Morel and Valentina, who had become children, had already sung quite a lot. And now they were slapping their bare feet on the asphalt. Fantik and Eva, also from the juvenile gang, were also barefoot. The larger and older Baran was showing off his sneakers, despite the heat. Apparently, the boy was afraid to seem too poor without shoes. And children sometimes have complexes about this.
  In France, children often went barefoot, the summer is hot, and shoes are not as comfortable as bare feet. And in childhood, the soles become rough very quickly, and the paving stones are no longer painful, but pleasant. When young feet are calloused, then touching the rough and hot surface of a heated pavement brings more pleasure than discomfort.
  Morel noticed that it was starting to get dark and said:
  - Maybe we can have some fun besides singing?
  Fantik nodded:
  - We can go to the computer games room! That's a good idea!
  The ram chuckled and noted:
  - Or maybe straight to the brothel! Computer games are for kids!
  Eva objected:
  - Other military-economic strategies, it would be nice for presidents to play too! To learn a lot!
  Valentina giggled and sang:
  Even if the game is not according to the rules,
  We'll get through this, kids!
  We'll get through this, kids!
  The ram nodded:
  - Okay, let's go to the computer room. I'll show you greenhorns how to play computer games.
  Morel objected:
  - I'm not a greenhorn! And I can still do a lot! A lot, even!
  Eva giggled and chirped:
  Fortune's hour,
  It's time to play,
  Computer room,
  Capable of killing time!
  And the children burst out laughing and showed their tongues in chorus. After which the bare and shod feet of boys and girls began to flash.
  So they went to the computer room. There the guard at the entrance commanded:
  - Wipe your feet.
  Morel, Valentina and the other children wiped their bare soles on the soft, damp pile. And it was nice.
  Here they entered the computer room. There were large and color monitors. Fantik pointed to Morel and Valentina:
  - These are some joysticks!
  Morel clarified:
  - Is this how they control games?
  The thief boy nodded:
  - Yes! Try running a gaming computer!
  Morel pressed the blue button. The screen turned on.
  Fantik asked:
  - Why did you press the blue button and not the red one?
  Morel answered honestly:
  - Red color means danger, so it should be pressed only in emergency cases, and blue color calms. And apparently it should turn on this wonderful mechanism!
  Fantik nodded:
  - Yes, that sounds logical! Well, okay, I'll show you the game. This is "Commando", there is a choice of weapons and protection. Usually, money for buying weapons and body armor is accumulated during the game. But I'll give you the cheater code. And you will be armed from the very beginning.
  The ram agreed:
  - They are not experienced in games and it will be difficult for them. It requires skill.
  Fantik nodded:
  - Yes, until your fingers get used to the keyboard, there will be problems. But it's okay, I'll set you a very easy difficulty level.
  The boy thief pressed the button. Morel saw the figure of a very muscular man - a real Hercules. He could be dressed in armor, making him invulnerable, or almost invulnerable. Then add a first aid kit and weapons. The latter, however, can be taken in limited quantities, since it will be too heavy. But you can buy yourself extra lives. And that helps.
  Fantik noted:
  - I recommend the freezing ray - it takes out the monster with one swing. And the flamethrower is good, it burns so effectively like a dragon's mouth. There are also explosive bullets and machine guns with uranium fragments.
  In short, Morel started the game. He walked along the corridors, from which various spiders and monkeys and various mosquitoes were jumping out not too quickly. They were not moving very quickly and Morel easily shot them down. Cartridges, packs of dollars, a first aid kit, and even grenades jumped out of the knocked-down monsters.
  Fantik suggested:
  - We have to pick them up! Otherwise they disappear! You can take money without restrictions, as well as cartridges!
  Morel nodded.. The game was captivating. The first level was perhaps even too easy. Then it was a bit more difficult. The landscape changed. In addition to monsters, soldiers who looked like people began to appear. They were not very agile yet and did not shoot from machine guns yet. But they could kick, and then the damage to the armor was noted in the line.
  Morel noted:
  - This is interesting!
  Fantik noted:
  - There are still easy levels here. The further you go, the more difficult it is.
  At that time, the ram was playing something else. It was a military-economic strategy. Also with a rogue's code, and long-range guns and self-propelled guns. And the boy-leader simply destroyed the buildings and houses that his computer opponent had. Of course, tanks appeared here. They are usually built slowly, but their production can be accelerated.
  Indeed, a tank is a particularly heavy weapon, a formidable one. Morel was distracted and noted:
  - These are some machines! They must be powerful!
  Fantik nodded:
  - A tank is a tank! A lot of power, let's say! But there are problems. Personally, I like aviation more! When a plane with eight engines bombs, and especially drops an atomic bomb. And it looks very beautiful... - The little thief stamped his bare, childish foot and added. - In the game, of course, it looks beautiful. But in reality, it's a terrible weapon. It hits, and the whole city is in ruins. And they're also radioactive!
  Morel noted:
  - Radioactive - sounds ominous!
  Valentina also played. But she chose a simpler and less aggressive game. Namely, with a girl who collects various fruits.
  And at the same time she jumps with her bare feet. And that's how she picks up a raspberry or a strawberry. More points for a banana, and even more for a pineapple. And here, too, it is more difficult to jump from level to level. A couple of times Valentina fell into the abyss and her life was gone. What is interesting? She has become a swift and feisty girl. Sometimes she walks so extravagantly. And she makes rather long jumps with acceleration.
  The ram destroyed the whole city. And Morel, who was already getting tired of the shooting, remarked:
  - Is it possible to play as commanders here?
  Fantik nodded:
  - Yes, you can! Military-economic strategies are a very fashionable topic! What do you want?
  Morel nodded and remarked:
  - I always wanted to become a general and command!
  Fantik laughed and replied:
  - Yes, here you can be a marshal! Or even an emperor! And why not?
  The boy who had arrived nodded:
  - What would be interesting? I always wanted to test myself, could I have done anything in Napoleon's place!
  The thief boy asked:
  - And who is Napoleon, the president?
  Morel corrected:
  - No! It's the emperor! What?
  Fantik laughed and sang:
  You don't have to be an orator,
  To explain at length...
  I will become an emperor,
  It won't take long for them to become one!
  The boy who arrived answered:
  - In the game, it really doesn't take long! But try to achieve this in reality!
  Fantik clarified:
  - Did Napoleon receive the title of Emperor by inheritance?
  Morel shook his head:
  - No! He won this title himself! And it was not so easy to say, and Bonaparte is considered a genius by many, even by his enemies!
  The thief boy asked again:
  - His name is Napoleon?
  Morel confirmed:
  - Yes, Napoleon, and the last name is Bonaparte!
  Fantik noted:
  - You can play as Napoleon, just enter the name of this king into the computer! And the choice of strategies will be the richest. And what do you want anyway? What technological level?
  Morel clarified with a smile:
  - What are the different levels of technology?
  The thief boy replied:
  - There are even games from the Stone Age to nanotechnology. Let's say there is a rich selection here.
  Morel clarified:
  - What is this nanotechnology?
  Fantik laughed and replied:
  - This is something so incredibly cool! You'll like it anyway!
  The boy who had arrived nodded:
  - Well then? Let's play!
  The boy thief clarified:
  - What game? Where there will be nanotechnology right away, or something simpler. Or maybe from the Stone Age to civilization! Or even a super civilization!
  Morel made up his mind and stamped his bare, childish foot:
  - From simple to complex! From the Stone Age to super civilization!
  Fantik nodded:
  - Let's turn on the game - "Formation of Civilization". From the Stone Age to the exit into space. Try it and act more energetically!
  The boy who got there turned on the game. At the beginning, there were only five working units, in this case, barefoot girls in short skirts and a narrow strip of fabric on their chests.
  Fantik suggested:
  - Build a community center and produce other workers. At the same time, you see a field - get food. As you develop, you will have a forest, wells and mines. And also build a barracks for warriors with stone axes. At this level are the most primitive fighters. However, to make it easier, type on the keyboard - grannies. And this will be the code for the rogue, you will immediately get a hundred thousand units of resources.
  Morel typed on the keyboard in the local alphabet. And indeed, a hundred thousand increased. And this means that you can move to a higher copper level. Where you have not only clubs, but also bows, shields and swords. Well, and you can extract wells.
  Morel built several community centers. And began to spread across the map. It was built quite quickly. And girls flashed with bare, pink heels. Warrior girls also had bare feet. It looks like the climate here is warm. And what if there are three luminaries on the planet - so it's summer all year round.
  And the girls have beautiful legs, it's nice to look at them - very bright and textured graphics. You can admire them.
  Morel moved the game to an even later level. There were chariots with scythes, and war camels, and elephants. But that's not all. You can now build an academy. And with it a mint, which is also cool. And you can do some things in the academy. In particular, to raise agriculture. Introduces three-field system, and agricultural equipment.
  Well, you can make a military academy, and that will be cool. In fact, you can also produce dinosaurs in a military academy. And these are very powerful guys.
  The first skirmishes took place. The enemy from the barracks attacked with a squad of barefoot girls with clubs. And they were met by archers and watchtowers, which is also remarkable.
  The battle was conducted in automatic mode. The computer attacked in a straight line.
  Fantik noted:
  - He can let the troops go around! You can move on to the next stage. It will be easier.
  And Morel moved to another level. The military academy had catapults, ballistas, and more complex types of weapons, and it was possible to increase the number of dinosaurs used. After all, they are also different - diplodocus, tyrannosaurs, allosauruses, which are very formidable fighters.
  Well, mammoths, also powerful brutes, go into battle.
  Morel presses the buttons. And this is already a technological ancient army. By the way, you can build a pyramid. Or temples. For example, the temple of Set, which allows you to kill enemy soldiers better, or Osiris, which increases harvests. And Ptah increases mine production, and Ra increases trade and weapons production.
  Yes, the game is complicated here. And without the Gods, it will all be cool. More precisely, with the Gods - who do everything very aggressively. And if you add a harvest from the heart.
  And if you arrange a festival for Seth, then there is no need to fight; the god himself will kill the enemy army with lightning.
  This is how beautiful and cool it is. The menacing warrior appears in the sky and shoots lightning very beautifully. The monitors are large and everything is so clearly visible on them. And the graphics are good and high-quality.
  Morel watches the battle. The computer is lagging behind, of course. It's on an easy level and doesn't use the cheater code. So it's not hard to play yet. Especially since the enemy sends his troops in a straight line. And the battles are one-sided.
  And still not quite large-scale. And Morel moves the game to a higher level and the first cannons and muskets appear. And the building of the military and economic academy increases. And now they have changed in form. In addition, a naval academy appeared. You can build a fleet on the rivers and seas that have opened up on the maps. And this is certainly impressive.
  Here are galleys first, and then skompoways, and dromonts, and larger vessels. And it is noticeable. Now it is possible to deepen wells and drive new, barefoot girls in short skirts into them.
  And they work with enthusiasm. You can already make barracks, and there they reproduce soldiers. And they, I must say, are fighting guys. More precisely, girls, only not barefoot, but in elegant boots. And officers line them up and send them to march into battle. Like our faces are shining, our boots are sparkling!
  This is really cool and it just oozes. And the girls. And here you can make howitzers. And if you go to a later era, then unicorns. And they knock out the enemy.
  True, the computer, although slower, is developing. And it also already has archers. Although it has not yet moved into the firearms era.
  Morel licked his childish lips:
  - It's working out great!
  Fantik confirmed:
  - It couldn't be cooler! I would at least recommend the game - "Star Wars"!
  And the children burst out laughing. They were in a truly fighting mood.
  The game continued to develop. And it was fun. There was no room for weakness. Morel moved the game to an even more technologically advanced level. The first tanks began to appear - still clumsy-looking tin cans, and airplanes. At first, reconnaissance ones. But then it turned out that you can make fighters with machine guns, and bombers. And light ones with one engine. And more powerful ones with two, and then with four. And they are quite fast. And you need to build new factories. And the amount of minerals mined increases - copper, aluminum, tin, and other elements are needed. And of course, power plants are built.
  And they need oil, coal and gas production. And this should also be developed. And Morel is doing this. And the computer is significantly behind. For example, they bomb it from the air, and in response they only shoot arrows, which is funny.
  Fantik noted:
  - With the rogue code you can choose a more difficult level! However, you have little experience, but you learn quickly!
  Morel replied with a smile:
  - We all learned a little, something, somehow!
  And the children laughed again. After which Morel raised the level again.
  Bombers with six and eight engines appeared, then an option opened up - jet aviation. Not yet perfect, but even faster than before. Now that's a killing force.
  But the tanks have changed too. They have become more agile, and aesthetically pleasing and beautiful in appearance, and their barrels are longer and their machine guns are more powerful. These are the aggressive machines.
  Well, there were engines, both diesel and carburetor. And after pumping, gas turbine engines appeared. And they also moved quickly and quickly.
  There were already tanks of various brands here, from five to over a hundred tons. And they were moving in waves.
  By the way, Morel also opened the production of land battleships. Well, sea battleships were also built. And they were extremely powerful. And when a battleship fires a salvo, it sweeps everything away. And if a dozen battleships, then with one salvo an entire city will be covered and turned into ruins.
  Morel whistled:
  - Well, well!
  Gas turbine tanks are pretty fast, especially the light ones. But jet fighters are really fast. It's hard to even keep up with them. And when there are a lot of them, they fly around like swarms of flies. These are really aggressive guys or girls. And they are beautiful girls.
  Morel admired them. He was an adult in soul, but a child in body. And so he was already over thirty. But now the body of a boy of about eleven. And on the one hand he was a child, and on the other an adult. And you can't tell who is more... Maybe even a child. After all, the body influences the mind.
  But he likes to look at beautiful girls. But children also love beautiful things. Don't boys admire fairy-tale princesses?
  Something like this: the moon shines under the braid, and a star burns on the forehead!
  But okay, why stand still - we need to move on. Here is the next era - the atomic age. This is also great. The transition has been made. Now tanks have active armor and night vision devices. But why do they need them if it is eternal day here. And that is also extremely beautiful and delightful.
  But of course the most interesting thing is the nuclear charge. In the game it is of course not as powerful as in reality, but it explodes very beautifully. And such bright colors - like buds blooming very beautifully. This really causes aesthetic pleasure.
  The computer is, of course, lagging behind in technology. But it already has firearms, though still at the level of the Middle Ages. Such are the constructions here.
  Fantik noted:
  - You're good! A wonderful boy!
  Morel chuckled and objected:
  - What's wrong, boy? Are you an adult?
  The young thief replied:
  - No! But I can see from your eyes that you are much older than you look! I think so!
  The boy who had arrived giggled and replied:
  - Perhaps! But the wise men argue - what is primary, the spirit or the body? Some idealists say the spirit - and other materialists - the body!
  Eva chirped:
  - Although a body without a soul is not a body, how weak is the soul without a body!
  Valentina noted:
  - Killing even in a game is not very good! Maybe it's even better to build pyramids!
  Morel laughed and replied:
  - The stronger sex loves war! This is already an axiom!
  Eva nodded:
  - I, too, although the fair sex, love computer games with war! And it's extremely cool!
  And the children laughed again.
  The ram noted:
  - It's one thing to play! But if you actually got into a real war, your pants would get wet!
  Fantik objected:
  - They are not cowards! So everything will be according to courage!
  Eva remarked with a smile:
  - Courage must be reasonable! And very reasonable and cunning!
  The war continued, albeit virtual. Here are new improvements, happening. The tanks use new generation armor, uranium cores, tungsten feathers, and cluster munitions that knock out infantry.
  Well, and high-explosive shells of increased power. Well, and missiles have come into play. Including strikes from positions. But Morel is in no hurry to finish off the computer player. And he really likes the game process itself. And really, how impressive it is. After all, he is from a world that is not very technologically advanced. And here, for example, there are planes and cars, and atomic bombs, and computers. Here, the first combat robots have already appeared.
  Here are new helicopters, and they are disk-shaped. And it is very beautiful. As far as - this is taken from the combat one.
  Morel noted:
  - Good technology! But missiles also fight and can be launched without contact. Now that's combat impact!
  The children burst out laughing and bared their teeth. And theirs were sharp, like those of wolf cubs.
  Valentina noted:
  - Yes, it is practical. But isn't the rocket too expensive?
  Fantik confirmed:
  - A ballistic missile is really expensive! But you can use aviation. The enemy has no air defense here. But maybe he can fire at you from a close distance with muskets. Of course, it's not dangerous, but still, if you go down and there are a lot of shooters, there will be damage!
  Eva giggled and noted:
  - Now that's really cool! When they play and fight like that!
  Morel continued to spread across the map. So that there would be more wells and various mills. Which is a very wise move. More precisely, mills are now electric. And tanks appeared with more powerful and sophisticated engines, which are electric and environmentally friendly.
  Next, why not make a more powerful bomb - a hydrogen one. In the game, it is also not as powerful as in reality. But it is even more beautiful, and striking, and destructive. And the colors are so many bright shades, the best and juiciest sample.
  Valentina noted:
  - A spectacle typical of the end of the world!
  Another thief boy, Myachik, noticed:
  Don't be afraid when the sunset is out of place,
  Doomsday is a fairy tale for adults!
  Morel moved another era. There are already beam weapons. And flying discs with force fields. And tanks that run on plutonium, which is very powerful. But for plutonium, special factories are needed, but also processing uranium. And they are very powerful. And they require electricity.
  Fantik suggested:
  - Build hydroelectric power plants. This is a very efficient production of electricity, and they can only be destroyed by an atomic or hydrogen charge!
  Valentina noted:
  - You would destroy everything! But I love creation!
  Morel confirmed:
  - Yes, beating a technologically backward opponent is not very cool!
  It would have been a level playing field!
  Fantik replied:
  - Once you gain experience, you can play without the cheater code! In short, it's too late. Maybe you can set the game to save, and then continue it from the locked level!
  Morel was surprised:
  - Is that possible?
  The thief boy laughed and patted him on the shoulder:
  - What do you think is impossible? This is technology and science!
  Morel read - save... And pressed the button. Then a record appeared:
  - Are you sure you want to exit the game?
  The boy who had traveled to another place pressed the button:
  - Yes!
  And the game stopped, the monitor was still glowing. Baran noticed:
  - It's gotten a little darker now, but it won't last long, the night in our world is very short and there's a lot to do!
  Fantik confirmed:
  - In half an hour it will be twilight and a half. So let's go, we still have time to get to the place!
  Morel asked with a smile:
  - Are we going to rob a bank?
  The ram muttered:
  - Don't ask unnecessary questions!
  The gang of children, having paid, quickly left the computer room. It was still light outside. The world was somewhat reminiscent of St. Petersburg in the summer, when there are white nights and a very short period of twilight. Such a good time, so to speak. Only here it is much hotter. But Morel and Valentina, with their elastic and childish soles, are happy to walk barefoot on the heated asphalt.
  Fantik noted:
  - Perhaps this is your first time on a job?
  Morel answered honestly:
  - A couple of times I had to clear the orchards of apples...
  The thief boy burst out laughing.
  . CHAPTER No 11.
  Another boy, Volka Rybachenko, was also bored by the lack of war. And there was little left to fight with except the USSR. And the ace boy continued to write:
  Carleson recalled this, and the children had already relaxed, eaten and drunk their fill, and were nosing.
  Svante also snored, he hadn't slept for a long time. And the boy dreamed of something interesting and cool.
  A boy from Stockholm found himself on the front line. He had another children's team with him. The boy-count stamped his bare, childish foot and chirped:
  - There will be a fight!
  And indeed the orcs went on the attack. In front rode rather ugly and angular bear tanks with claw-like faces, and behind them followed hairy infantry.
  The little countess chirped:
  - What a bright tomorrow we will fight for!
  Carleson, the only more or less adult and shod person in this barefoot, childish team, exclaimed:
  - Let's use deadly weapons against the orcs!
  And the fat boy waved the magic wand he held in his right hand. And homemade missiles appeared. Small, but apparently lethal in power. Carleson commanded:
  We will protect our native land,
  And load the guns again...
  The devil himself is not your brother,
  Long live the pirate!
  The peasant boy asked:
  - How to target them?
  The peasant girl stamped her bare, small, childish foot and chirped:
  - Exactly! Don't think that we are so ignorant!
  Carleson grinned and replied:
  - Tanks can be destroyed by sound. And launch them by simply lighting their tails with matches, and they will find their target themselves!
  Svante asked:
  - How to fight infantry?
  The boy count nodded:
  - It would be too much of a hassle to fire missiles!
  The boy in shorts noted:
  - Is it strange that instead of Germans we see orcs?
  Carleson exclaimed with fury:
  - And that's why there is no difference between orcs and fascists! Even if there are differences on the outside, they are the same thing on the inside!
  The girl countess giggled and noted:
  - Fascism - from the word fascina - a bundle! This is a symbolic coincidence! Like the fact that there are people whose brains are tied up!
  The boy with the motor confirmed:
  - And something like that! Well, go ahead and set it on fire!
  The children rushed, flashing their bare, slightly dusty, and round heels, to the rockets. They had matches, and they began to light the rocket stages. And they caught fire and took off, as if at great speed. And they acted quite harmoniously.
  Svante sang:
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to orcism...
  And the sun will shine,
  Illuminating the path of Elvenism!
  And so the first missiles took off and flew at the orcs. They left smoke trails behind them. And they fell on the first tanks, tearing off their turrets and tearing off their barrels. Now this was truly a deadly collision and destruction. And the metal was burning again with colossal heat and intensity.
  Children are very active and barefoot. In fact, it is better to be barefoot in war, especially here where it is warm.
  And it is clear that this is not Earth - three suns are shining and one of them is blue and triangular. And that is why the boys and girls are happy and contented, jumping up and down and their bare, pink heels are sparkling.
  And they bare their pearly teeth. And they launch rockets in an arc. And they fall and destroy machines. Orcs die and burn. Everything here is so aggressive and magical.
  Svante noted with a smile:
  - Wow! Just a fairy tale!
  And the metal burns, and the earth and grass burn with it, and everything around is hot, and the sand melts. And it's extremely fun to watch. And the children laugh, bare their teeth, and their eyes sparkle with doves and green.
  The boy-count exclaimed with fury:
  We will fight on the ground,
  We are cool in our family!
  The children are, I must say, desperate, and for some reason they feel no fear at all. And the missiles really do guide themselves. And the boys and girls have become extremely cool. As if they have always fought, and it is normal for them.
  Well, why not? Especially for boys - who are born to fight.
  And the girls are not inferior to the boys in courage.
  The peasant girl shouts:
  - We will beat all the orcs! For holy Sweden!
  Svante exclaimed:
  - Yes, Stockholm is our capital!
  Carleson noted:
  - And I am a cosmopolitan! And I have no homeland! And I am not even a human being!
  The boy count asked:
  - Is it true that your father is a dwarf?
  The boy with the motor laughed:
  - Maybe! And gnomes live a long time. And my mother is a mummy. More precisely, a nymph! And that is considered the blood of the gods. And therefore, being outwardly young, I am so old that I cannot tell you. And what have I not seen in my life!
  Svante noted:
  - Before I met you, I was the most ordinary child. But with you I became special!
  Carleson chuckled and noted:
  - Yes, your feet are not as soft as a girl's anymore. But I don't see anything special yet. To be something, you have to grow up to it, right?
  The little boy stamped his little bare foot and replied:
  - It's not about physical growth! It's about the height of the child's thoughts!
  The girl-countess, flashing her bare heels, set fire to another rocket, it flew up into the air, described an arc and hit a large and heavy orc machine. She got it by scattering it into metal shavings, which also burned.
  The girl squeaked:
  - This is really awesome!
  The boy-count also launched a rocket and chirped:
  I was sent to you for a reason,
  Bring you grace...
  In short, in short,
  In short - keep quiet!
  And the children just burst out laughing, baring their little faces. They really are so cute and adorable. And what could be more beautiful than children? They are truly wonderful creatures!
  The peasant boy sang:
  The sun is shining high, high,
  It's a long, long time until classes!
  And again, giggles and grinning cute little faces. These are truly child warriors, and born ones at that. How can you not admire them? It's not for nothing that when you look at youth, forget-me-nots bloom in your soul. Everything in this world is wonderful, even war, especially with orcs!
  The peasant girl chirped, struck a match with her bare toes and sang:
  What you have done is radiant,
  Grace has been poured out upon the human race...
  This is what you, the Holy God, gave,
  Soul, mind, heartfelt mercy!
  And launched another missile. The orcs and first of all their tanks received a strong blow.
  Carleson noted:
  - Don't rush, guys - act calmly!
  Svante remarked with a smile:
  - Children can't be cold-blooded! They are alive and hot, and very frisky!
  The orc army stopped. The tanks that had not yet been knocked out shook their barrels and smoke came out of them.
  The boy-count chuckled:
  - The orcs will be finished!
  And the boy, with his bare toes, picked a blade of grass and threw it up high. It flew up and fell...
  The child burst out laughing and sang:
  How nice it is to lie down on the grass,
  And eat something tasty...
  Arrange a steam bath in the bathhouse,
  And invite the young girls!
  And the children's team started making faces. They really did find it funny.
  The orcs' tanks actually stopped. But infantry was approaching from behind. And there were so many of them that they could simply trample the children's squad.
  But Carleson was calm. He had a magic wand in his hands with which he could do a lot.
  And here the boy with the motor waves it. And powerful flamethrower guns appear, controlled by joystick remote controls. And the children are delighted and squeal. And they rush to the guns, flashing their bare, round heels.
  Here they unfold the wide barrels. And turn on the flamethrower levers. The orcs advance and thick streams of hot fire hit them. And they fell upon the hairy creatures, the ugly bears. Now this is the roasting. And both the fur and the meat are burning. Now it starts to burn with a furious force, as if wood is being thrown into a fire. And the orcs suddenly started to squeal. This is the impact of an aggressive, fiery environment.
  Svante noted:
  - Of course it's cruel!
  The boy count confirmed:
  - Cruel, but fair!
  The little countess chirped:
  - For holy Sweden!
  And she pressed the joystick button with her bare toes. Here comes another murderous effect. When the flamethrower jet hits, it is very painful and burning. The orcs got a bad lot. This is how their destruction went.
  The peasant boy noted:
  - We will kill them all! Glory to Sweden!
  And the child stamped his bare, childish foot.
  This is how young warriors can really be monsters. And how they act like they burn with lava, and it erupts. And fiery whirlwinds boil. And they fry the orcs with a furious, elemental force. They literally emanate and such black smoke comes with a poisonous green tint. This is truly a conflagration. And it all burns increasingly. And the orcs literally emanate smoke.
  A peasant girl presses a joystick button with her bare, childish foot
  and shouts:
  - Glory to Sweden!
  The peasant boy picked up:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  And he also launched a stream of fire at the orcs. Now the kids are going wild. They are aggressively disposed.
  Svante chirped:
  -We are peaceful children, but our armored train has managed to accelerate to the speed of light, we will fight for a bright tomorrow, and fight fiercely!
  The boy warrior sang the simple verse well.
  The children's bare feet began to slap again and it was fun. And they were showing something with their lights.
  This was really scorching with terrible force. You could say it was hellish heat.
  Carleson chuckled and sang:
  Never will a warrior of Sweden waver,
  Will fight with the hairy horde...
  Don't smear your snot, boy,
  You're a real hottie, kid!
  The children were indeed barefoot, their bare heels sparkling and lively. Boys and girls were jumping up and down.
  And so, in addition to flamethrowers, after a wave of the magic wand, the guys also got catapults. And let's land from them. Here comes the additional disassembly.
  And so the bombs rained down on the orcs. And they were knocked out with extraordinary force and murder. And so many orcs fell at once. And so many were blown up and burned.
  No, they are simply invincible child warriors. This is their extraordinary and wide scope. Childish, extraordinary power. How they show it all.
  These are, frankly speaking, such young fighters.
  Here they show their temperament. They have so much charm and unique spontaneity.
  The orcs, having suffered significant losses, retreated. And left behind them a multitude of smoking corpses. And this army of ugly bears departed, leaving behind a terrible stench and a mass of spilled red-brown blood.
  That was a big victory.
  Svante chirped:
  - Glory to Solcenism, Glory to the Motherland!
  That's how the children got their first baptism of fire in a battle with orcs. After which Carleson waved his magic wand again, and donuts, cheesecakes, cakes, chocolates, boxes of candies began to fall from above. And then sparkling glasses of ice cream and cakes descended on golden diapers. And the cakes were so magnificent. Decorated with cream made of peonies, asters, fish, butterflies, roses, lilies, daisies. How magnificent it all looked, both appetizing and aesthetically pleasing.
  The children even squealed with delight at how delicious the treats seemed to them. This is really great!
  The girl countess noted:
  - Let's just say this is all wonderful!
  The peasant girl objected:
  - This is not just wonderful, but hyper!
  After which the children will burst out laughing. It really is great here and nothing less can be said. And more can be said. Especially when a cake the size of a house landed. It was an impressive sight, with flower beds of different flowers made of cream, and such butterflies sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow. And the cream is so fragrant. The children squealed even louder and stamped their bare feet.
  Svante remarked with fear:
  - It"s too big, there are few of us, we can"t eat that much!
  Carleson confirmed:
  - That's right! The cake is really good! Let's send it to the places where children are starving!
  And the boy with the motor waved his magic wand. And a miracle happened - the huge cake rose and began to separate into pieces. So delicious and fragrant. And they, soaked in multi-colored cream and magnificent biscuit, began to fly apart.
  The girl countess noted:
  - This is great! It looks extremely cool! And let the children taste such a delicacy for the first time in many places of the world.
  Svante agreed:
  - You can't be selfish! You need to think not only about the important, but about everyone!
  The boy count chuckled and replied:
  - How can I say! Thinking about everyone, I can forget even the most important things!
  Svante noted philosophically:
  - Life is a chain, and the little things in it are links, you can"t help but attach importance to each link!
  The young count continued:
  - But you can"t dwell on the little things - otherwise the chain will envelop you!
  And the children winked at each other. And their eyes sparkled. And then they took and bumped their bare heels. From which sparks rained down. And the young warriors took and raised their fists.
  After which the children had a great feast. And they were happy and smiling. And they sang so merrily and stamped their little bare feet.
  Svante noted:
  - Still, life is good, and living is good!
  Carleson agreed:
  - Not bad! But in any case, you have to work! And fight for something better!
  The boy count remarked:
  - I have my own castle and estate. But they were confiscated by order of King Charles the Twelfth. And something had to be done about it, but what?
  The peasant boy suggested:
  - What if we roll up the king?
  Carleson laughed and remarked:
  - And that's possible! Especially since Charles the Twelfth is a loser who lost to Peter the Great!
  The boy count laughed and replied:
  - I would have preferred Charles XII to win. And anyway, how did we, great Sweden, lose to Russia?
  Carleson sang in response:
  Leafing through an old notebook,
  The executed general...
  I tried for a long time to understand,
  How could you give yourself away,
  To be torn apart by vandals!
  Svante remarked with a sigh:
  - Russia is too big and very difficult to defeat!
  The boy-count angrily stamped his bare foot and squeaked:
  - Difficult doesn't mean impossible!
  And he took and snatched the twig, threw the cake up and caught it on the fly and cut it. Splashes flew in all directions, and the cream stained the children.
  Whistles and screams were heard.
  The girl countess noted:
  - Yes, very clever! Nothing to say!
  Carleson said playfully:
  - Well, what can I say, well, what can I say,
  That's how people are made...
  They want to know, they want to know,
  They want to know what will happen!
  And the children continued to feast. They were in a great mood. They had really defeated the orcs and they had such wonderful treats on the table, why not rejoice?
  After all, in childhood everything is so fun and delightful! It is not for nothing that one wise turtle sang:
  Young friend, always be young,
  Don't rush to grow up,
  Childhood is a time of miracles,
  Just don't fight with the weak!
  Be active like a squirrel,
  And spin like a top, boy...
  The best children in the world,
  And our child is cool!
  There they were singing, and confetti was swirling in the air, and cotton candy was falling. The children were having fun and jumping up and down, and it was even clear that they were spinning and screaming with delight. They were filled with major emotions.
  Svante noted:
  - I feel happy!
  The boy count confirmed:
  - Likewise! This is great!
  The little countess chirped:
  - It will be, everything is great! Let's just say super!
  Carleson nodded:
  - It's good to live even better! Which is what we will demonstrate!
  The children were cheerful and grinned every now and then. Their faces and hands were smeared with cream, and of different colors, like felt-tip pens. It was really terribly funny. Both boys and girls laughed and stuck out their tongues at each other. That was the kind of performance that was going on.
  But they didn't have long to enjoy themselves. An alarm sounded and Orcish bombers began buzzing in the sky.
  The boy-count noted with delight:
  - Finally, something to do!
  Carleson nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, we do! And we have a strong answer for Orkostan!
  And indeed, the boy with the motor waved his magic wand. And combat rockets made of plywood filled with sawdust and coal dust appeared. They were loaded and set to fire. And the children, again flashing their bare feet, slightly green from the grass, rushed to light the fuses of their combat constructions.
  And so, the fighting and destructive gifts of annihilation rushed into the sky. Here, the boys and girls really showed the world that they too can, and act with formidable force. So that even Karabas Barabas cannot resist them!
  Svante struck a lighter. The rocket's steps lit up, and it, leaving a tail behind it, like a bride's train, rushed towards the target. The rockets were guided by sound, so the orcs had no chance of avoiding a collision. This is truly an incredible power of the magical genius Carleson, who managed to conjure up magical devices the size of a poppy seed.
  And they found the target flawlessly.
  The boy count even exclaimed:
  - This is what our army needs! And then Peter the Great would be powerless!
  The girl countess agreed:
  - With such weapons Sweden would conquer the whole world! Dear Carleson, perhaps you will give this weapon to the army of King Charles the Twelfth?
  The boy with the motor objected:
  - Out of the question!
  The boy-count muttered:
  - Aren't you a patriot of your people, namely Sweden?
  Carleson replied with a chuckle:
  - And what makes you think that I'm Swedish? I already said that I'm not human at all! And I don't give a damn about human squabbles!
  The girl countess squeaked:
  - You can't be so indifferent!
  The peasant boy remarked:
  - Indeed - where you live, there is the Motherland! And I believe that since Carleson lives in Sweden, let him be our patriot!
  Svante chirped:
  Who loves his homeland and his people,
  He is a true patriot!
  Carleson hit his sides with his fists and sang:
  I don't care about people,
  I am used to commanding...
  Even the most important people,
  I will make you fall on your face!
  And he rose into the air, the motor started to work. Carleson grabbed a piece of cake from the bowl and chirped:
  The tempting vaults of palaces are for us,
  They will never replace freedom!
  They will never replace freedom!
  The children were really happy and playful. And they jumped up and down and spun around. And after eating cakes and pastries they started dancing. And it was very beautiful. The children's bare, small, dusty feet were jumping up. How pleasant and wonderful it will be to watch all this. You can't argue with that. And the children are great. And they launch rockets into the sky. And they shoot down the orc bombers and attack aircraft, leaving trails of smoke. That's really extremely deadly. And it tears the bombers apart and they fly into pieces. And they are like airplane wreckage that smokes in flight. And then a wonderful transformation occurs, from which the shards become cakes, and the pastries are very appetizing.
  And they fall down, leaving beautiful traces in the air. Well, this is extraordinary, and it will be magnificent. Well, instead of hot metal - meat pies. The child warriors have already eaten their fill. And they don't want to. But new boys and girls have appeared. Also in rags, ragged and barefoot, they ran to grab the new goodies that had appeared. Now this was really extremely cool and awesome. Now this is really cool food. And the children rush with a squeal.
  And they eat with great enthusiasm. How can you not take such food and finish it? It can be said to be simply super. And it is tasty, nutritious and healthy. And who said that a cake cannot be healthy? At least, children think so.
  Svante asked Carleson:
  - How do you do it?
  The boy with the motor replied:
  - How? It can't be explained in two words. A special kind of magic that is much stronger than regular magic! And the right choice of magic wand also plays a role here!
  The boy count asked:
  - Is this like choosing a magic wand?
  Carleson readily replied:
  - In such a way that it is not easy for you not to understand. In this case, in the middle of this magic wand is the heart vein of the imperial dragon, and this is a great power!
  Svante jumped up and sang:
  It just means that culture,
  Nonsense!
  But the muscles,
  Yes, yes, yes!
  The girl countess noted:
  - The dragon vein contains enormous and powerful magic! But you, boy, won't understand this so easily! You should become a strategist!
  The boy-count chirped:
  - Our strategy is very powerful! It conquers the world!
  After which the young warrior laughed. Indeed, it looked quite funny.
  Carleson noted:
  - Would you like a keg of beer?
  Svante squeaked and remarked:
  - Beer is bad for children! Give them a chocolate cocktail instead!
  The peasant boy remarked:
  - And a pineapple milkshake would be nice too! Let's have it with foam!
  Here is another bomber with orcs that fell under the influence of a magic wand. And it began to turn into a whole tank, half with chocolate and milkshake. And it was smoothly descending on parachutes that were multi-colored and resembled flowers. Now that looked very beautiful.
  Like mushrooms after the rain, hundreds of new children began to appear. And they were chatting merrily. The boys were in shorts, with dark chocolate skin, but light hair, and neat haircuts, the girls were also very tanned, with hair bleached by the sun. And all the children sparkled with bare heels, so in the heat to run on the soft grass is a great pleasure. Especially so pleasantly tickles, bare, children's soles. And the young ladies are delighted. They laugh and jump.
  Svante noted, also spinning and jumping:
  Everything will be wonderful in this world,
  I know we will defeat the evil orcs...
  Music will spill out into the air,
  The golden-winged cherub is with us!
  Carleson chuckled and said:
  - Just don't sing for the repose of the soul!
  The little countess chirped:
  For Sweden, children, we fight fiercely,
  We were able to gain speed in the attack of horses!
  The children got paper cups and started pouring themselves cocktails. And they did it with great enthusiasm. Their white teeth sparkled, and their eyes shone like sapphires and emeralds. And they drank the cocktails, eating cakes, and sang:
  A ray of sunshine sparkles in the golden darkness,
  I will send greetings from God's cherubim...
  I am a brave child - not at all simple,
  And I know the right answer to challenges!
  Carleson twirled his wand again, causing the candies to fall and exclaimed:
  - How wonderful is the time of childhood! Joyful and happy!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  Svante woke up, and you can"t tell if it was a dream or an alternative reality.
  Carleson, however, answered the kid:
  - Yes, this is a parallel universe, and not a dream at all! And you really have moved!
  The girl countess exclaimed:
  -Wow! Well, this does happen!
  The boy-count noted with a sweet look:
  - It was a good fight! We showed ourselves worthy in it!
  The wolf in jeans noticed:
  - But I wasn't in that confrontation! I had a completely different mission!
  Carleson nodded and sang:
  Everyone has their own personal view of love,
  The concept of dreams and ideals...
  Even though people have not grown up to become gods,
  But man is no longer a monkey!
  The boys and girls gathered in a squad. Together with Elena, a large owl with glasses appeared. She shook her wings and sang:
  I am wise-wise, I am wise-wise,
  From the fairy tale Believe the Owl!
  Believe me, I'm not noisy, believe me, I'm not noisy,
  And she was faithful!
  Elena nodded:
  - Yes, she claims to be wise! And sometimes she even expresses herself quite intelligently!
  The owl nodded and hissed:
  - We shouldn't wait for an attack by Koschei the Deathless here, we need to go straight to his kingdom!
  Numerous children squealed with delight. How wonderful it looked. And they jumped up and down, and spun around, and even grabbed hands. It was truly a round dance.
  Carleson nodded in agreement:
  - Well, let's go on a hike! Children's team - step march!
  The boys and girls lined up. They were all barefoot. Even Helen the Wise had taken off her shoes and was showing off her bare heels.
  Only Carleson and Wolf, who didn't want to take off his sneakers so as not to look like an animal, were left wearing shoes. In fact, sneakers make you look more human somehow.
  And so the children's detachment, led by a girl with a diamond wreath on her head and a boy with a motor, moved forward. The children's bare, round heels flashed. A whole battalion of young warriors, both boys and girls, was moving.
  And they marched, even drummers and buglers appeared. The children tried to march in step, stretching their bare feet. And at the same time, to the sounds of the march, they sang:
  Glory to our Motherland,
  Sweden is God's country...
  Our cup will be full,
  Satan will not win!
  
  The king and the Palada are with us,
  The Almighty Lord is with us...
  Lada will be happy with us,
  Even if blood is shed!
  
  We are across the expanses of Russia,
  We will run like wolves...
  For the sake of the great mission,
  Swedish, young army!
  
  Boys, girls barefoot,
  The heels sparkle like chalk...
  And the braids flutter,
  The time has come for change!
  
  Children are giant fighters,
  The cherub drew his sword...
  Let us be united with Sweden,
  A wonderful world will reign!
  
  Rejoice, boys, in freedom,
  Girls are like a volcano...
  You will not know grief,
  A whirlwind, a hurricane is rushing!
  
  No, you orcs have no mercy,
  Koschei will be defeated...
  We will receive awards,
  To my dear homeland!
  
  Sweden is the homeland,
  Kings ruling the world...
  We see the rays of Solcenism,
  Of the most prestigious bloodlines!
  
  Even in love we will not forget,
  Love Sweden with your heart...
  Angels are like judges to us,
  I can't stop the thread of happiness!
  
  Our army, although young,
  Will fight like a whirlwind...
  We will create a miracle, you know,
  So that the evil Koschei would shut up!
  Young knights, know,
  The groundwork will be laid...
  We draw on the desk with chalk,
  Terrible chaos reigns!
  
  End the time of orcism,
  Koschei will be overthrown...
  For the sake of the dream of a bright life,
  For the victory of children!
  
  We will be together with the Gods,
  In Sweden glory will shine...
  Happiness and peace will be with us,
  And grace forever!
  The children's battalion just went and sang. And the boys and girls slapped their little children's feet, pulling the toe and trying to lay the sole evenly, all barefoot, roughened, green from the grass feet.
  When Svante walked, the itch in his childish soles dulled. The feet of a nine-year-old boy, who until recently had not been very accustomed to walking barefoot, were becoming rough right before his eyes. But when calluses form, they itch and scratch. But how strong the soles become, and the cold is not terrible for them.
  The boy walks and notes, singing:
  I will become the absolute world champion,
  And I will conquer many countries, you know...
  Know that I will create an idol for myself in my mind,
  And I will jump into the quiet, large ocean!
  The boy count remarked:
  - This is a pretty good song. But believe me, there are better ones. For example, remember the campaigns of Genghis Khan!
  The girl countess nodded:
  - That's right, our valiant warriors did not allow the Asian horde into Sweden!
  Svante exclaimed enthusiastically:
  - Warriors of darkness are truly dark,
  Evil rules the world without knowing its number...
  But to you, sons of Satan,
  The power of Christ cannot be broken!
  The children continued to stomp. Their bare feet were stamping their steps ever more clearly. It was reminiscent of the pioneers. The boys and girls had weapons in their hands - swords and axes, and bows and crossbows on their backs. That was power. Such a magnificent children's team. And the young warriors are good. Now a flock of crows tried to attack them. The children raised their bows at once and began to shoot. And the boys chopped down the birds of prey with swords. Red-brown blood splashed, and gray feathers fell.
  So the children began to chop them down, and with arrows they mowed down a mass of crows. Now this was a real and figurative massacre. And so the cloud of crows was killed. And what remained were scraps of dirty-gray and black feathers, and red-brown pools of blood.
  Among the young team there were only scratched ones; one boy had a bloody nose. The girl wiped the scarlet liquid with a handkerchief and dripped some medicine. After which the barefoot young army moved on.
  Svante noted:
  - This looks like reconnaissance in force!
  The boy count exclaimed:
  - Every fight is interesting in its own way!
  The girl countess giggled and sang:
  For holy Sweden,
  We will boldly go into battle...
  Let's shed young blood,
  We'll defeat the Orcs!
  And the children exclaimed in chorus:
  - Glory to Sweden, glory! The tanks are rushing forward! The troops of King Charles - the Swedish people greet!
  And they all jump up in unison! And clap their hands! This is truly an army of laughter and fun.
  Svante noted:
  - We are capable of fighting Koshchei! But crows are nothing, but what if something more serious happens?
  The boy count noted:
  - The more enemies, the more interesting the war!
  The children's team continued their measured march. Their bare feet were stamping. This is the movement of a battalion. And they are truly capable of crushing any obstacle.
  Carleson noted:
  - You can march for a long time at a walking pace. But wouldn't it be better to speed up?
  There was laughter and the children exclaimed:
  If we stamp, the ball will split,
  We can really just go and speed up!
  The wise Helen noted:
  - We can cast a speed-up spell. Then we'll move much faster.
  The owl nodded and replied:
  - I'd rather do it!
  Carleson doubted:
  - You always fail at it! So it's better if it's Elena.
  At that moment the sorceress girl stepped on a sharp stone with her bare sole and screamed:
  -Oh, damn it!
  The owl grinned and growled:
  - You see, and you, a boy with a motor, say that she does it better than me!
  Carleson muttered:
  - Well, try it!
  The owl spread its wings and began to speak outright gibberish.
  And indeed, the children's battalion took and accelerated its movement, their bare heels flashing.
  And Carleson flew up. Elena dropped a little medicine on the wound, on the broken sole and it healed, immediately healed. And now she too started running. Her bare legs in a short skirt, so tanned and muscular, looked very seductive.
  The children rushed rapidly, and then the summer forest ended and they found themselves in a savannah. Here and there even cacti grew.
  And at that moment a whistle was heard. The three-headed serpent Gorynych appeared ahead. More precisely, it was a dragon with its jaws bared. And it rushed towards the children. And they suddenly raised their bows and crossbows. And a cloud of arrows flew at the dragon. But when they hit, they only bounced off the armored scales.
  Carleson noted:
  - What a monster! She rolled in on our heads!
  Helen the Wise squeaked:
  - There could be casualties!
  Svante shouted:
  The distant sky, and maybe it"s unnecessary,
  Listen to the song about a brave boy!
  With a mighty dragon in a duel without rules,
  But there will be victory, the evil Cain will be defeated!
  The owl flapped its wings and screamed something. The dragon froze in mid-air, as did the barefoot children's team.
  Only one owl retained its movement. Carleson, waving his magic wand, also froze. Svante felt that he could not move. At the same time, the boy understood and thought everything. But he could not move, like all the others. Even the insects - butterflies with golden wings, and silver dragonflies froze. It seemed that only one owl retained its mobility.
  And she hooted and turned her head. That was funny.
  Carleson wanted to shout something, but his mouth opened, but could not make the slightest sound.
  The boys also froze in various poses. Many of them were wearing only shorts, revealing their childish, muscular, tanned torsos. You could see the children's muscles and veins tensing.
  Fortunately, the three-headed dragon also froze in the air. Moreover, flames were already erupting from its mouths, which also froze, as if in freeze-frame mode.
  The children were confused and their faces were distorted.
  The owl clapped and babbled:
  - Freeze up, go away, thaw out, come on!
  And so on. But the stillness remained. And the owl began to flap its wings and rushed forward. And its beak opened. The zone of stillness was limited. And now it again found itself in the strip where insects were flying, and trees and blades of grass were swaying.
  The owl was spinning, and a girl appeared in front of it. She was wearing a short gray tunic, and it had holes and was worn. But her hair was curly and white as snow, and the girl herself was cute, like an angel.
  She smiled and asked:
  - Are you having problems?
  The owl muttered:
  - Who are you? You look like a beggar or a slave!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - I'm not quite a slave, look at my legs!
  The owl looked. They were small, barefoot, with rough soles and graceful. But on each little finger there sparkled a ring with a stone.
  The wise one gurgled:
  - I see you are not a simple girl. Maybe you are a princess, but why is your tunic so modest, like a slave's, and even worn?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - This is my vow! I now eat only fruits, walk barefoot, and have not changed my clothes for three years. This gives me a certain strength of asceticism.
  The owl muttered:
  - How old are you? You look no more than ten!
  The girl answered angrily:
  - I don't want to say that. But I will say that it is a lot! Ordinary people don't live that long!
  The owl noticed:
  - Well, if you have the blood of the gods, or you have magic, then you can remain a child for a long time. People become so nasty when they get old.
  The girl noticed:
  - Yes, that's true! But even a dress gets old! And then when it falls apart completely, you put on a new one! - The beauty stamped her bare foot. - I don't always walk like a beggar. You should have seen what a luxurious outfit I have at the fairy ball. You would have been surprised how smart I am and how much jewelry I can hang on myself.
  The owl noticed with a smile that looked comical with its beak:
  - You need to be moderate in jewelry so that it doesn"t look tasteless.
  The girl squeaked and replied:
  - My name is Stella! Maybe even Princess Stella!
  The owl gurgled:
  - Do you know, princess, what to do if everyone is frozen like statues!?
  Stella giggled with a smile:
  - What spell did you cast?
  The owl gurgled something unintelligible... The girl stamped her small, bare foot. And answered with a smile:
  - Really? It turns out you can do that too!
  The owl muttered:
  - Yes, I can... But how can I fix the consequences?
  Barefoot Princess Stella giggled and replied:
  - I can try! But you need to repeat after me...
  And the girl's bare soles sparkled.
  The feathered creature replied:
  - Of course, I'll try... If it works!
  Stella shook her light-haired head, as if covered in pearl dust, and sang:
  - If you suffer long enough, something will work out!
  And she added:
  - Let's go to them, there you will stand in the center of the power lines and repeat after me.
  And the girl pushed the owl. So it flew, and the young sorceress rushed after it. So far, nothing has changed. Insects that flew into the space of the air bubble simply got stuck and froze like a fly in amber.
  Stella, having entered the magic zone, began to mumble something. The owl began to repeat after her. And it was great. As if some kind of magic was manifesting itself. And absolute, enchanting magic.
  Stella, jumping and spinning, roared:
  - Force majeure! Come quickly, stop the freezing!
  And again the picture came to life. And the three-headed dragon twitched. But then Stella was on the alert and threw a small tablet into his mouth.
  And as a result, the dragon began to shrink dramatically in size. Right before our eyes, it turned into a creature the size of a swallow.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Banzai!
  Carleson exclaimed:
  - Stella, is that you?
  The barefoot princess nodded:
  - And you are a man with a motor! I see you haven't changed at all!
  Carleson confirmed:
  - And you remained a girl! What, adult life doesn't appeal to you?
  Stella shrugged and replied:
  - Alcohol, cigarettes, love with a man are not attractive at all. And adults do not know how to enjoy life as much - sincerely and fully as children!
  Carleson nodded:
  - I agree! The true joy of life is only in childhood! And may it last forever!
  Sante objected:
  - I don't know... But not long ago I dreamed of growing up as quickly as possible. And now, to be honest, when such adventures...
  The girl-countess beckoned to the little dragon. It flew up to her. The girl took a saucer out of her knapsack and poured a cocktail from a bottle. The little dragon, like a bird, began to lap it up with pleasure. Everything looked very cheerful and welcoming - a nice picture.
  Stella noted:
  - I threw him a shrinker. A side effect of this drug is also a decrease in aggression and anger. So the little dragon is now a real cutie.
  The girl countess sang:
  Be kind to the beautiful animals,
  Don't crush a bug or an ant,
  And no matter how strong the boy is,
  All living things on earth are one family!
  And she stroked the little dragon tenderly. It was obvious that she was a kind girl. Stella threw the little dragon a piece of sugar. He began to lick it with his little tongues.
  Carleson noted:
  - We need to press on into Koschei's kingdom. Otherwise, he'll send more monsters at us!
  Svante squeaked:
  Whoever replaces me will go on the attack,
  Who will come to the treasured bridge...
  And I wanted it to be that one,
  Dressed in clothes that don't fit him!
  The boy count remarked:
  - We may be dressed for summer, but we are dressed for our height!
  Carleson objected:
  - It's such an allegory! So that there is a rhyme!
  A balalaika flashed in the hands of the wolf in jeans. He spun around and sang:
  Now the fighter's eyes will close,
  Wolf, hug the earth tightly...
  We didn't have time, we didn't have time to look back,
  And the boys, the boys are going into battle!
  Stella squeaked capriciously:
  - Why only boys? Are girls worse fighters? - And the young sorceress stamped her bare, small foot and squeaked. - But I can make the dragon bigger. Then you will have it!
  The wolf nodded in agreement:
  - Of course... Where would we men be without the fair sex! Poetry is contained in girls!
  Svante squeaked:
  To the lovely ladies,
  To the lovely ladies,
  The boy is sharp beyond his years,
  To the lovely ladies,
  To the lovely ladies,
  I will give my life!
  Stella raised her eyebrows in surprise:
  - Wow! This is obviously one of ours! You're probably two hundred years old!
  Carleson objected:
  - No! He's a very ordinary boy, only developed beyond his years. Why?
  The witch girl noticed:
  - He has adult songs! Usually those who understand the meaning of life sing such songs.
  The boy with the motor nodded:
  - Probably. But many boys are just trying to imitate adults. And that's their credo!
  The owl gurgled:
  We've already played the first half,
  And they were able to understand the layout...
  So that paradise on earth is not lost,
  Try not to lose love!
  The wolf in jeans started playing the balalaika and howled:
  Nothing on Earth passes without a trace,
  And youth that has passed is still immortal...
  How young we were,
  How sincerely they loved,
  No matter how much money you save,
  And they believed in fate!
  Carleson commanded:
  - Now everything will be in order! Let's continue the campaign! We need to free the children and deal with Koshchei!
  Stella confirmed:
  - Yes, his immortality steals boys and girls. And I think not just to eat or as slaves. Most likely, he is preparing a dirty trick for the whole world, and maybe even the whole universe!
  The wolf in sneakers sang:
  Do you see an eclipse in the sky?
  A menacing symbol of direct...
  This is a sign of hell,
  Flocks of cosmic howl!
  
  Tsar Koschei, the curse rises,
  Tsar Koschei, total death!
  Tsar Koschei, you all must die,
  Tsar Koschei, the madman is leading!
  Tsar Koschei!
  Carleson commanded:
  - Line up and march!
  Barefoot, the children's battalion marched forward. This time, Elena the Wise and Stella sped up the movement of the boys and girls. And the bare heels of the young army flashed. Now that was a team.
  They were attacked from the sky again, this time by bats. A whole cloud of rodents rushed towards the children's group. But Stella and Elena cast a spell. And the bats turned into cornflakes sprinkled with powdered sugar. And the children began to catch them with their hands and put them in their mouths. There was a lot of laughter and smiles.
  Svante remarked with a sweet look:
  - Only pleasure! How wonderful!
  The peasant boy squeaked:
  We are not pathetic peasants,
  Sons of Viking warriors...
  The infidels will flee,
  Believe that you were born to win!
  The children collected the flakes and hid what they couldn't eat in little bags. And it was great. The boys and girls had rosy faces and cheerful smiles. Like wonderful children when they smile and laugh - that's the sincere joy that only happens in youth.
  Now the bare feet of the boys and girls began to march again. And they tried to march like soldiers. And the drums began to beat, and the trumpets blared.
  Svante noted:
  - This is how we march!
  Carleson confirmed with a roar, hissing:
  Turn around in marching order,
  There is no place for a mountain of feathers to slander...
  We'll turn the enemy into mush,
  Your word, comrade Mauser!
  And the children's army marched. The savannah changed into a grove, boys and girls moved in an accelerated version. And their bare, small, tanned feet flashed. Now that was action.
  The grove, or rather some semblance of a jungle, flashed by quickly. Then a river appeared in front of the children, across which a bridge was thrown. It was guarded by elven archers. They were very beautiful girls with ears like a lynx. Their chests and hips were covered with gilded pieces of metal, on their wrists and ankles there was precious armor.
  The graceful, chiseled feet of the elven girls were bare, but there were stones hanging on their toes. Such wonderful stoles turned out to be here.
  The chief of them, with a diamond wreath on her head, thundered:
  - Where is the army heading?
  Stella replied:
  - We are going to free the children from Koschei the Deathless!
  The elven commander replied:
  - It's a good thing! But Koschei is a mighty sorcerer and warrior! And you can kill children in a battle with him!
  Elena noted:
  - Then we need to find his death! And that would be an extremely useful achievement!
  The children stamped their bare feet in unison and sang:
  The thread was broken,
  We are threatened with an evil death...
  So that the children can live,
  Koschei must die!
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Carleson smiled and remarked:
  - I think we need to look for Koschei"s death!
  Svante asked:
  - Isn't she in the needle?
  The boy with the motor replied:
  - It is in the needle, but the needle itself is very cleverly hidden. Koschei is not a fool, and he knows that anyone who wants to get his death is a great many! After all, over thousands of years he has caused a lot of evil, not only to people, but also to the sorcerers, and elves, and gnomes!
  Elena nodded:
  - Yes, this immortal no longer keeps his death in the chest on the oak tree, on the Buyan island. He hid it somewhere. And where is the big secret!
  Stella noted:
  - You can ask the genie. True, if you ask him a question that someone has asked him at least once before, he starts to strike with lightning and blaze with fire. But he knows...
  Elena noted:
  - I heard about this genie who lives behind the purple mountain. He really can answer any question. But first he gives you a riddle and only then he answers. And God forbid you answer this riddle incorrectly!
  Svante replied:
  - Then we have a chance! After all, perhaps those who were looking for Koschei's death could not answer the riddle, so we can get an answer to the question!
  The elf guard noted:
  - If you want to cross this bridge with your squad, then you must answer our riddle!
  Elena shrugged:
  - If we don"t go to Koschei"s kingdom yet, then do we need your riddle and crossing the bridge?
  Carleson noted:
  - Right on the way to the know-it-all genie, you can't get around this bridge! We'll practice our abilities at the same time!
  Stella nodded:
  - Ask away!
  The elf guard muttered:
  - How many drops are there in the sea?
  Carleson chuckled and noted:
  - Good question! Well, what can answer? What will the owl who calls himself wise say?
  The bird gurgled something unintelligible in response.
  Elena smiled and replied:
  - Well, I know how to answer that! Exactly as many hairs as the elf general has on his head multiplied by a million!
  The girl with the diamond wreath and lynx ears muttered:
  - And how will you prove it?
  Elena stamped her bare foot and replied:
  - Let's strain the sea drop by drop, and after every million drops, pull out a hair from you to count.
  The girl whose hair was the color of gold leaf muttered:
  - Well done! Helen is truly wise! You managed to wriggle out of a very difficult question! - And shuffling her bare, graceful sole, the elf with the diamond crown hissed. - You could have passed with your army, if they hadn't answered...
  Carleson muttered:
  - What would have happened if you didn"t answer?
  The elf general said:
  - Nothing! We would have let you through too, but we would have taken a gold coin as duty! And considering that there are a lot of you, that would have been a whole bag!
  Elena logically noted:
  - If you have a mind, then you save! And if you don't have a mind, then you spend! It's an axiom!
  The owl muttered:
  Head, head,
  Smart head...
  And to the reasonable head,
  And also dexterity!
  Carleson commanded:
  - Come on, march in formation!
  And the children's battalion moved along the marble tiles of the bridge. Walking on them, caressed and smooth, is a great pleasure for the bare feet of children. That's great.
  Svante noted and even sang:
  Fairytale land, fairytale land,
  Who will tell me, who will show me,
  Where is she, where is she!
  The boy-count answered with a proud look:
  - Sweden is a fairytale country! And we are proud of it!
  And the boy stood upside down and walked a little on his hands. The girl countess lowered a dragon from her palm, it flew next to her. It released streams of orange flame. Another boy put his palm out and, smiling, muttered:
  - It tickles, but doesn't burn at all!
  The girl countess nodded:
  - This is great, you must admit! We will show our class!
  The children continued to march. They crossed a bridge and found themselves in the jungle. True, there was a road through it. And here was some kind of prehistoric forest, giant ferns, and trees that looked like violins and cellos stuck into the scarlet and yellow grass. Insects were flying. Some of them were like nothing else on earth. And there were also small pink elephants flying on wings like little angels.
  Stella giggled and noted:
  - What funny and cute elephants! By the way, they collect pollen and give such delicious honey that it is impossible to tell in a fairy tale or describe with a pen!
  Svante was surprised:
  - Pink elephants give honey? Wow!
  Carleson sang ironically:
  Shaking his head,
  Watch and repeat,
  This is oh, oh, oh...
  This is ow, ow, ow!
  The children laughed in unison. Everything looked lovely on the outside. And three suns were shining in the sky. How wonderful it looked. And such an idyll ensued.
  But it was broken. Wasps with steel stings, and the size of large pigeons, went on the attack. It is inconvenient to shoot at such, they are fast and can sting and burn the skin.
  But the girls and boys opened fire anyway, and some of the wasps were shot down, and then they met them with swords.
  Elena and Stella cast spells. And the wasps' speed dropped sharply. And now the child warriors could dodge and chop the annoying insects.
  Svante chopped the wasp with his small sword and sang:
  - Glory to Sweden!
  The boy-count cut off two wasps with one swing and added:
  - Glory to the heroes of Sweden!
  The girl countess exclaimed:
  - We will win!
  The owl, who was fighting off the wasps, asked:
  - Can you make cakes or cheesecakes out of them?
  Elena replied:
  - Theoretically, yes!
  The bird of wisdom asked:
  - What spells should be read here?
  The girl who was rightly considered wise answered:
  - Yes, there are some that transform confectionery! Especially these wasps made of magical matter.
  The owl gurgled:
  - Let's do some magic!
  More and more wasps were flying in. The boys, bare-chested, were already glistening with sweat, like polished bronze, and the children were breathing heavily.
  Elena, Stella and the owl began to repeat the spell like a mantra. And they did it with energy and passion. And quite quickly.
  Stella tweeted:
  - Aggressive bug, quickly turn into a treat!
  And so the wasps actually took and turned into cakes and donuts. And some became ice cream cones.
  The children began to grab them and take them for food. Some they ate right away, and some they stuffed into bags and backpacks. Of course, ice cream cannot be preserved in the heat of three suns, and the young warriors ate it on the spot. And it was great and cool.
  Carleson took it and sang:
  We will show you a show,
  And this is simply delicious,
  And this is just a pleasure,
  Let's send the orcs for treatment!
  Stella noted:
  - You are the inimitable Carleson! That's great! For some it's war, for others it's gluttony!
  The boy-count, eating ice cream, replied:
  - It's very tasty! What do you make it from?
  Elena replied:
  - From magoplasma! And this is a very flexible and mobile substance!
  The girl countess asked:
  - Is the satiety from magoplasm real?
  Stella exclaimed:
  - If magoplasm can kill, then it can certainly saturate!
  And the girl took and whistled. And it was really fun. Really, what a performance. Now that's a really super composition.
  Svante noted that the ice cream that came out of the attacking wasps was distinguished by its variety, taste and aroma. The boy had never tried such a delicacy before.
  The adventure became more and more interesting and enjoyable. This is truly a heavenly life. And not like in Christians, but more alive, cheerful, dynamic, and full of life with adventures. And this is probably what many children dream about. And how good it is to be a child. There is no fear for the future, only pleasures.
  Svante sang:
  For now we are just children,
  We have a lot of growing to do...
  Only sky, only wind,
  Only joy lies ahead!
  Only sky, only wind,
  Only joy lies ahead!
  The boy count confirmed:
  - We really have only victories and joy ahead of us! I firmly believe in this!
  The girl countess exclaimed:
  - Glory to Sweden! Glory to the Scandinavian gods!
  The peasant girl asked with a smile:
  - Isn't your God Christ?
  The young mischief-maker exclaimed:
  - One does not interfere with the other! As they say, praise Jesus, but do not forget the Torah!
  Carleson confirmed:
  - There are many gods in the universe and I personally know some of them! So everything is possible here, and Thor and Odin exist, and it is better not to go against these guys.
  The boy count nodded:
  - Yes, I have always been attracted to paganism.
  And again he greedily swallowed a portion of ice cream. There was a lot of this cool sweetness. And so that it would not melt, the children greedily pounced on the magical treat.
  They felt heavy. I think many adults, after a hearty meal, feel like they want to sleep rather than work. The boys were pretty tired from the movement accelerated by magic. And Carleson commanded:
  - I declare a break! Take a break!
  The children's battalion began to choose a place for the night. More precisely, a rest stop. Since in the world of three suns night is very rare.
  The young warriors settled down on orange burdocks with blue speckles. They were soft as fluff. The children lay down on them. Svante even playfully tickled the girl's bare sole. It was elastic and rough. She kicked him lightly with her foot and laughed.
  The children quickly became drowsy, and Svante fell asleep. And he dreamed that he was watching a movie.
  Nicholas II, being the Supreme Commander-in-Chief in the First World War, made a wise decision - to withdraw some troops from the Western and Northern Fronts and transfer them to help Brusilov, who had gone into a breakthrough. In addition, the Tsar managed to force industrialists to launch the Luna-3 light tank into serial production. The new vehicle had sloped armor, a low silhouette, three machine guns, two crew members lying down, and a speed of forty kilometers on the highway with excellent cross-country ability!
  At the same time, due to the large angles of the armor, both machine gun bullets and shells ricocheted, and this was extremely difficult to penetrate. As a result, even eleven German divisions transferred from the Western Front were not enough.
  The Russian troops took Lvov on the move, and then Przemysz. Thanks to the great superiority in infantry numbers and the massive use of light, more advanced tanks, they rolled forward like clockwork.
  The majority of the Austro-Hungarian army consisted of Slavs who did not want to fight their Russian brothers. And they surrendered en masse, including to the sounds of an orchestra, when drums beat and bronze horns blare. The subject peoples did not want to die for the hated German dynasty. The Germans' hands were tied, too. They were still trying to take Verdun, and the Entente troops were advancing in large numbers on the Somna River. And they hesitated whether to urgently transfer troops from the Western Front to save the Austrians. And the Russian army was already surrounding Budapest and had captured Krakow. In addition, the situation was aggravated by the mass use of four-engine Ilya Muromets bombers by Russian troops. They carried two tons of bombs and eight machine guns. A very formidable force. The machine guns were mounted with the Hedgehog system, and it was not so easy for a fighter to get close to such a machine. And in the air it dominates.
  The situation became critical and the Germans withdrew thirty divisions from the West and transferred them to the southern sector.
  But it was too late. Austria-Hungary was effectively out of action, its population welcomed the Russian troops as liberators. And the German units were constantly being surrounded. They were not allowed to deploy, and many were killed or captured right on the trains.
  Austria-Hungary capitulated, and Vienna fell. Russian troops entered Germany from the south, primarily through Bavaria. The United States also hastened to enter the war. In the conditions of the impending catastrophe, a military coup and revolution took place in Germany. After which capitulation took place. Bulgaria also capitulated without much resistance.
  The last to come was the Ottoman Empire. Russian tanks took Istanbul, and before that they captured all of Asia Minor, as well as northern Iraq, Syria and Palestine.
  Thus the First World War was won, even before the onset of 1917. And the February Revolution, which was destructive to the Greatness of Russia, was prevented.
  Negotiations between the victors began in St. Petersburg. And they divided the territories and property of the defeated. Two empires: Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman completely disappeared from the world map. The Ottoman Empire was completely divided. Tsarist Russia received Asia Minor, Armenia, the straits, Istanbul, northern Iraq and northern Syria and Palestine. The south of Syria went to France, the south of Palestine to Britain. The British also captured the south with the center of Iraq. Bulgaria ceded part of its territory to Russia. A referendum was held in Serbia and Montenegro and they, together with the possessions of Austria-Hungary, became part of Russia. The Yugoslav Kingdom was formed, headed by Tsar Nicholas II. The Hungarian Kingdom was also formed, then as part of Russia, and the Czechoslovak Kingdom with the Russian Tsar at its head.
  Galicia was completely incorporated into Russia as a province. Krakow became part of the Kingdom of Poland, part of Russia. Germany suffered great territorial losses and the border ran along the Oder in the east. East Prussia and Klaipeda became provinces of Russia, and the rest of the lands became part of the Kingdom of Poland.
  It should be noted that despite the name of the kingdoms and tsardoms, these were in fact provinces of a unitary Russia. After the great victory, the Duma was abolished. Finland lost its last signs of autonomy, and the country returned to an absolute monarchy, when the tsar personally issued all laws and was the supreme judge.
  In addition, Germany returned both Elzar and Lorraine, and part of the lands up to the Rhine, as well as what had been conquered earlier from Denmark. And Germany was imposed huge reparations, sixty percent of which fell to Russia.
  Thus the greatest victory was won. And Nicholas began to be called not just bloody, but also great.
  After which relative peace came, and the rapid economic growth of tsarist Russia began.
  Small wars continued in the Middle East. Russia and France with Britain divided the Middle East and Saudi Arabia. Then Tsarist Russia and Britain, taking advantage of the rebellion there, captured and divided Iran as well. The north and center of Russia, and the south of Britain. Afghanistan was also divided and conquered. Also the south to the British, and the north and center to the Russians.
  This is where the small wars ended until 1931.
  In Tsarist Russia, some reforms took place. In particular, the Tsar passed a law allowing any citizen to have four wives. This was necessary given that after such a big war there was a shortage of men.
  In addition, given the development of technology, which was going very fast, and the rapid growth of the population - the birth rate remained high, and the mortality rate, including infant mortality, was decreasing - the tsar decided to reduce the working day to nine and a half hours. In addition, on Saturday, the working day was limited to eight hours, as well as all pre-holiday days and pre-tax days. In addition, work was limited to eight hours if at least a quarter of it fell at night. And minors were not supposed to work more than five hours a day.
  In Russia, children were actively vaccinated, and antibiotic production was developing, and mortality was falling. And the population growth by 1929 reached three percent per year.
  And abortions were prohibited, and the circulation of contraceptives was extremely limited, due to the position of the Orthodox Church. And the tsarist government thought - a lot of people is a good thing!
  The economy of Tsarist Russia developed most rapidly of all the economies of the world after the First World War. And by the twenty-ninth year, it became the second in the world, behind only the USA.
  But it was in 1929 that the world crisis occurred, which resulted in the Great Depression. The economic situation began to worsen throughout the world, including Tsarist Russia. In 1931, Japan formed a puppet government in Manchuria and began an offensive against China.
  The tsarist regime, which had long dreamed of revenge, took advantage of the opportunity and declared war on Japan!
  But this time the empire was ready. The Pacific Fleet was commanded by Admiral Kolchak, who had become famous in the war against Turkey. And this relatively young, but experienced naval commander showed his top class. Brusilov did not live to see this war. But other generals were in command: Denikin, Kornilov, the young General Vasilevsky, who became a colonel in two years of the First World War.
  And now the war was one-sided. The Tsarist army carried out tank attacks and very quickly broke through to Port Arthur. The fleet also fought confidently and successfully. Especially when ships arrived from the Mediterranean and the Baltic. Only Port Arthur was able to hold out for a couple more months and then fell.
  The Russians took control of the sea and even captured the island of Hokkaido.
  Japan decided that it was better not to delay and surrender to the mercy of the winner.
  Tsarist Russia took southern Sakhalin from the Land of the Rising Sun, the entire Kuril ridge, all of its possessions in China and the Pacific Ocean, including those they had taken from the Germans in World War I.
  Port Arthur became Russian again, as did all of Manchuria and the Korean Peninsula. And the war lasted only nine months - partially including the year thirty-two. There, Russia was saved from revolution by the victorious war with Japan. And the autocracy was strengthened again.
  Hitler came to power in Germany. He promised revenge for the defeat in the First World War. But the Third Reich was still too weak.
  Italy, during the First World War, was able to annex a relatively small part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Mussolini dreamed of more.
  As a result of behind-the-scenes negotiations, the Duce was allowed to seize Ethiopia. Especially since it was the only independent country in Africa at that time, and all the rest were colonies. And it was a bad example for others. And what if the Africans also wanted independence. So Mussolini was thrown a bone.
  Hitler was not prevented from restoring the Wehrmacht either. Moreover, Nicholas II had an idea - what if, together with the Germans and Italians, he captured all the numerous colonies: Britain, France, Belgium, Holland.
  And the Fuhrer was allowed to annex to Germany the stub of Austria-Hungary, Austria, the only territory that Tsarist Russia did not include in its composition. The Third Reich became stronger. And a triple alliance was concluded - Russia, Germany and Italy. Japan, however, was demilitarized under the terms of peace with Tsarist Russia. And therefore it does not lay claim to new lands.
  Half of China became Yellow Russia - a province of Russia. But it would be good to subjugate all of China!
  On May 18, according to the new style, which was adopted in Tsarist Russia, the Second World War began.
  And it began on the birthday of Nicholas II. The Germans struck France, as well as Belgium and Holland, and Tsarist Russia began to seize colonies in Africa and Asia together with Italy.
  The war was dictated by the Axis powers from the very beginning.
  That is, Russia gets the juiciest pieces, and huge territories with resources and subjects, and Hitler gets the hardest part. But what if the Fuhrer has a choice? In the tsarist empire, in addition to huge territories in the Eastern Hemisphere, the entire Western Hemisphere, led by America, is under control. Well, try to argue with such a Russian tsar. He will simply crush and bury you.
  So Hitler was left to do the dirtiest and most thankless work, and Nicholas II was left to skim off the sweet cream. And everyone had been preparing for this for a long time.
  The coalition of Western states has a slight advantage over the Wehrmacht in personnel, tanks, artillery and defensive lines. And some troops are still standing against Italy, where Mussolini also has views on territory in Europe.
  It seems that the war could go on for a long time, but Meinstein came up with a cunning and very effective plan to capture France, Belgium and Holland.
  It plans a double strike with a sickle. And for the first time in modern warfare, a mass landing of troops from an airplane and by parachute. Moreover, most of the paratroopers are cardboard dolls, in order to create the illusion of mass. And the main forces of Hitler's tanks will pass through Luxembourg, and further along the mountain gorge.
  There is a risk that they will be covered by aviation. But tsarist Russia sent fighters, and if necessary they will take and cover the skies over Anders. So the prospects for the German offensive are good and in the first days there are major successes! In particular, Luxembourg was captured practically without a fight, only a few wounded. Then the movement of tanks and armored personnel carriers along the corridor in the mountains.
  The French have an advantage in tanks in terms of numbers, thickness of armour and calibre of guns. And the English "Maltis"-2 is completely impenetrable for German tanks. Only the tsarist empire of Nicholas II has a better machine.
  But the Nazis took it with better and more qualitative use of tank troops, and in particular Guderian's tactics. Which in its own way was advanced.
  Well, and the vaunted German discipline. Which also had an effect.
  But the tsarist army, of course, did not passively watch this.
  But Nicholas II does not even think of stopping. It seems to him that the whole world will soon be his. And indeed, Russian troops enter the territory of southern Iran, and further on the Indus River and Pakistan, meeting almost no resistance. And they take city after city. And Russian tanks stop only to refuel.
  And in the West, the tsarist troops approached and forced the Suez Canal with a fight. Here, at least, the English troops put up some resistance.
  And there are fierce battles. Also, Russian troops are seizing English possessions in the Middle East. And they are doing this rapidly.
  The main obstacle is not the colonial troops, who scatter and surrender, but the great distance and the natural landscape.
  And the Nazis were advancing on France. They managed to carry out a brilliant maneuver - a double strike with a sickle, and radically cut down the enemy.
  The landing of troops, including thousands of fake dolls on parachutes, had an overwhelming effect. And the fascists took Brussels almost without a fight. Holland was also captured immediately. Moreover, the Nazis captured the royal family by trickery: by dressing up in the uniform of the Dutch guards. Yes, just a wonderful action.
  And then the advance to Port de Calais, and the encirclement of the British at Duyker. Moreover, unlike real history, they were unable to evacuate. Some died, and some were captured.
  Russian troops also failed in Indochina. French troops, especially colonial ones, resisted very weakly. The Tsarist army moved in marches. Literally engulfing Vietnam. Children's units and troops of girls preferred to move barefoot. And this was very practical.
  The boy in shorts had hardened soles, and they were even more comfortable.
  And the enemy keeps giving in and giving in. And of course, light tanks in action. In particular, weighing only fifteen tons, but with a five-hundred-horsepower diesel engine. So mobile and agile, like wild animals. You really can't resist them. The light tanks are called "Bagration"-2. However, the "Suvorov-3" tank weighs thirty tons and is also very mobile.
  That's the politics. It's like Genghis Khan's cavalry. It keeps going and going.
  This is how Russian troops acted. Meanwhile, the Germans bypassed the Entente coalition troops from the south through Anders and Luxembourg, cutting them off from the main forces in Belgium, and the famous Mangino defense line from the north. The Nazis were in danger while moving through the mountains from the air. This is a really big threat, especially since the coalition is strong in aviation. But Russian fighters covered the Germans and did not allow them to bomb the positions along which the armored columns were moving. And then to Duyker and a breakthrough to the ports. Unlike real history, Britain no longer had a chance of evacuation, since in addition to the Luftwaffe, there were also Russian fighters, bombers and attack aircraft. And they are, let's say, the best in the world in quality, and the first in the world in quantity.
  That is, now Hitler has a colossal safety cushion. But of course Nicholas II is not wasting time either. The Tsar of Russia has not only Vladimir Putin's luck, but also his colossal ambitions. And this is, of course, only the beginning. And Tsarist Russia had been preparing for war for a long time, and was preparing very effectively. And of course Nicholas II's dream is power over the entire world. And Hitler is just a random fellow traveler! Or a situational ally!
  And his troops have their own heroines. The T-4 tank in action, but it is the heaviest. And there is also an experimental, non-serial T-5, with three turrets with two guns and four machine guns. That is, at the moment, the most modern and powerful among German machines.
  And it is controlled by German, very beautiful girls in only bikinis. And when the Valkyries take up swords, it is clear that it will be extremely cool.
  June 1940 arrived. The Germans finished off the British at Duyker and turned toward Paris. And they encountered almost no resistance. The Russian, tsarist troops advanced through Africa without problems. They encountered almost no resistance. And the colonies fell, one after another. June turned out to be a very successful month for tsarist Russia. Egypt had been passed back in May, all of Asia had been captured with one throw of the aggressive Russian bear. And the Russian troops marched through Africa. If they had any problems, it was only with logistics, the stretched out communications, and the lack of convenient roads, as well as the jungle.
  At the same time, Australia is being captured. And why not? And a Russian landing party has landed there - conquering an entire continent. These are the kind of combat armadas that operate. And the girls in the battle are also so beautiful and wonderful - just super. And their legs are very tempting for men.
  When local soldiers are captured, they fall to their knees and kiss the beauties' bare, pink soles.
  In short, thanks to the brilliant decision of Tsar Nicholas II to transfer part of the forces from passive areas to the direction of Brusilov's attack, Tsarist Russia became the greatest and largest, strongest and most extensive empire in the world. And ahead of Nicholas II, if of course he survives, world domination awaits! Glory to Russia! Glory to Russian heroes!
  . CHAPTER #14.
  And another Komsomol girl, Natasha, also composed something with great strength and enthusiasm.
  In Primorye, the children decided to change their attack style a little. And for the first time, they used combat pulsars. Although it was rude. But everyone was fed with treats. And why not hit them with energy clots and lightning. And as a result, a couple of samurai regiments were burned. Then Pippi exclaimed capriciously:
  - No! It's not aesthetically pleasing! Let me turn the Japanese into treats again!
  Olezhka giggled and chirped:
  - We are not pathetic bugs, samurai will be turned into tasty treats at once!
  And the fighting children turned around, loaded their pistols and hyper blasters and moved furiously towards the Japanese. So they got up and started shooting...
  They fell upon the tanks, began to melt them, and the grass caught fire. And the samurai began to be torn apart and fried like shashlik. That's how brutal it will be.
  Pippi Longstocking giggled and released a bubble of magoplasm with her bare toes. The Japanese troops began to transform into something delicious and appetizing.
  And it was a good, appetizing meatloaf, and cabbage rolls in sour cream, and choux pastries in chocolate, and something else wonderful. And what was so delicious here, and you could even see how the children flashed their bare, pink heels. And they ran up to these yummy things, and the cakes were with cream and the best gadgets.
  The boy and girl, great warriors whose weapons constantly changed as if in a computer game, sang:
  How good it is when food is sweet,
  And everything in life is so brilliant...
  Let your dream come true,
  Like a fairy tale, but not trivial!
  Japanese troops encountered a magical and amazing force. And now their planes began to turn into cakes with honey, chocolate cream, condensed milk, and a lot of such delicious and aromatic, like steepness, under the influence of magic.
  And the transformation took place online - in real time. And how beautiful it is. And they flew smoothly landing.
  At the same time, the Soviet troops were also experiencing transformations. Such wonderful and remarkable ones. They were grown men - not the most pleasant during the war. And they became boys of twelve or thirteen, with pleasant little faces. And that's great!
  Well, what adult wouldn't want to be a child again?
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Yes, it really is wonderful!
  Pippi chirped:
  - Really, this is great! Boys are really much cuter than adults, and especially old people. Look at our cute little faces!
  And the children began to laugh and stick out their tongues. And they started whistling.
  Numerous crows and vultures turned into cakes from their whistling, also lollipops and chocolates, and marmalades, and many other fragrant things. And how cheerfully everything looks here.
  The gummies fall, and the Japanese infantry, as well as the cavalry in tanks, turn into something so wonderful, and something that causes an indescribable appetite.
  And the Soviet soldiers, mostly men, turned into boys. And they slap with bare, childish feet. And they splash not water, but sweet syrup, and soda, and Coca-Cola, chocolate-covered cocktails. How wonderful and magnificent it all was - delicious treats. And the liquids under the boys' bare feet were appetizing.
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - Did we do a good job of putting them under pressure?
  Oleg nodded:
  - Yes, the Japanese have become so sweet now. But was it worth turning Soviet soldiers into children?
  The girl giggled:
  - Isn't it cool to become a boy?
  Olezhka asked:
  - What's so cool about it?
  Pippi replied with a smile:
  - Because you don"t have to shave!
  And the children just burst out laughing. And how funny it looks. And here's the fighter - "Zero", a formidable machine, the most maneuverable in the world. And which turned into a ball of cotton candy. And they poured chocolate syrup on top of it - imagine how delicious it is.
  And what cakes arose, especially from tanks. And how they were covered with roses, from cream, and jam, and preserves were made very tasty and magnificent.
  Oleg noted:
  - Do we work beautifully?
  Pippi nodded:
  - Yes, it's beautiful and delicious!
  The boy giggled, clicked his bare toes. And the crows became a new type of cake, some of them even in the shape of a cocked hat. And how beautiful it was, let's say.
  This is truly, let's say, hyper.
  The children were having fun... Some cakes were covered not only with flowers, but also with fish, butterflies, or dragonflies. And why shouldn't a cake be in the shape of a bird, or a squid, or a jellyfish, with bright colors. And how delicious and pleasing to the eye it was.
  Pippi noted:
  - As Ivan the Terrible said - beauty!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Or maybe hyper!
  Pippi nodded:
  - You could even say hyper!
  Warrior girl Margarita noted:
  - It's good to live, but it's even better to live well!
  Annika noted, taking a bite of cake:
  - Life here is like a holiday!
  Tommy confirmed, trying some pink chocolate cake:
  - It's really just lovely!
  The children seemed very pleased. They were having fun and showing their teeth. The world was beautiful. However, Tommy noticed:
  - Nicholas II is not our tsar! Maybe we should mind our own business!
  Annika added with annoyance:
  - And how much land has Russia taken from Sweden? Including the Baltics and Finland. And we will help it?
  Pippi muttered:
  - I'm not thrilled with Russia either. But the higher powers say that it is in the interests of the white race to win this war! And we are white after all. - The girl stamped her bare, chiseled foot and added:
  - If Japan wins, a whole series of events will occur that will lead to the emergence of a monster like China. And I don't think that will be good for Europe!
  Annika asked:
  - And if Russia goes to Stockholm and conquers Europe? What will happen then?
  Oleg stated decisively:
  - What the hell do we need this for? To feed Europe too!
  Pippi nodded:
  - There is no reason for autocratic Russia to annex Europe. Moreover, it is freethinking. And the Tsar strengthens the autocracy!
  Margarita added:
  - There really is no reason to wage war with Europe. However, unless it attacks first. In both the first and second world wars, European armies invaded Russia first, and not the other way around!
  Pippi objected:
  - During the First World War, Tsarist Russia invaded East Prussia and first captured Gallicia. Don't think that Russians are such innocent lambs. Russia is an imperial carnivorous predator. As are Germany, Britain, and France. It's not that it's worse than them, but it's no better either!
  Annika took it and noticed:
  - But we Swedes have given up conquests. We decided to build happiness in our own country, and not to seize foreign lands. And I must say we have succeeded in this. And the more land Russia grabs, the worse its people live. And foreign lands do not give bread.
  Pippi giggled and remarked:
  - That's exactly why you shouldn't grab someone else's territory. Take everything that's at hand and don't look for anything else!
  Oleg laughed and replied:
  - We Russians are not fighting for the sake of seizing foreign lands and conquests, but for the sake of making all nations happy!
  Margarita giggled and remarked:
  - But not everyone wants such happiness - they are stupid!
  Pippi jumped up, did a seven-somersault and declared:
  - Don't force your ideas of good and evil on people. Otherwise you might be wrong!
  Annika nodded, showing her non-childish intelligence:
  - Every religion considers itself the most correct! But it can't be that everyone is stupid and you are the only smart one!
  Oleg chuckled and answered again:
  - Where is the center of the Universe?
  Pippi stamped her bare, powerful foot so that the cobblestone split into small pieces and answered with a smile:
  - From the point of view of each observer, he personally is the center of the universe, or where the middle of the earth is - where you stand!
  Tommy laughed, children love to laugh, and noted:
  - And the middle of the earth is in the letter m - if you write it in Russian!
  Annika giggled and chirped:
  - Speak Russian or die, speak Russian - Ain, zwei, dre!
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - For your age, you children are literate and know a lot. Not everyone knows how to spell zemla in Russian.
  The children found it funny... But overall, they track down and defeat the Japanese.
  On the ground, samurai really do get a good beating. But at sea?
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - In this war, the sea may be more important than the land! Indeed, Japan is the mistress of the seas in the Pacific Ocean. And an island state, and of course whoever is the most important on the water dominates.
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Then let's go on the magic carpet! Let's make a mess of the Japanese!
  Annika noted:
  - And I like the Japanese - they are so brave. And they don't spare their lives, they are great patriots of their Motherland! And for Sweden, Russia is a traditional enemy since the time of the Vikings.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Today a friend, and tomorrow an enemy, and the day after tomorrow a friend again! Everything changes. Who could have thought that the Chechens would become a support for the presidential throne, and tomorrow they could again raise a rebellion - everything goes in a circle!
  Pippi Longstocking giggled and jumped onto the flying carpet, singing:
  An eye for an eye, blood for blood,
  And all in a circle, all over again!
  And she laughed. The children sat down on the flying carpet. They are wonderful warriors and learn quickly. It is hard for the samurai to fight against them. The Japanese with their courage, and the young children with their magic.
  Annika and Tommy played checkers on the flight. And it was fun - a wonderful game. Although Tommy noted:
  - Taking is obligatory - it's wrong!
  Annika giggled and replied:
  - That's hard to say!
  Pippi suggested:
  - Try some good, fresh shashlik!
  And indeed, with a wave of the magic wand, juicy roasted meat appeared on a skewer. Pippi dipped it in tomato sauce and offered it to the children to try.
  Oleg and Margarita noted:
  - We're doing great!
  The young warriors ate shashlik and felt great. They looked quite cheerful. You can't say that the fighting children are weak. Real fighters. They are capable of a lot.
  Here is the first Japanese destroyer floating. Pippi waved her magic wand, and it instantly turned into a very appetizing dish on a floating tray. You could say it turned out great.
  Oleg blew, and the tray floated towards the shore to bring food and joy to the children. This was truly a magnificent adventure.
  The boy warrior sang:
  - Across the endless waves,
  A fur coat and a caftan are in use!
  Which made the kids really happy. They were wonderful guys.
  Here they attacked a cruiser from the air. And it also turned into a mountain of cakes.
  And it happened quickly in a forced mode. That's how great it turned out. Just some kind of fantastic impact.
  Annika noted with a sweet look:
  - Fabulous effect!
  Tommy chirped:
  - And we live in a fairy tale!
  The kids are just delighted. They bare their faces and laugh. Oleg and Margarita are also giggling. They are really having fun. Well, let's just say that these are some kids.
  New adventures await ahead. Oleg, however, remembers old ones together with Margarita.
  Oleg Rybachenko arrived at the front. April came, everything was melting and blooming. Troops were being pulled up. The tsarist regime withdrew significant forces from the center and the north in order to deliver its main blows to Austria and Turkey according to Brusilov's plan. That is, to knock out the weakest links of the Berlin Axis powers and the alliance of four.
  The Tsar understood that he had to get to Istanbul before the English in order to get Asia Minor, the Straits and Constantinople. And at the same time break Austria-Hungary.
  In Western Ukraine, everything is already in bloom. The roads are about to dry out and the troops will be able to move. The Tsarist army is in high spirits. It is spring and victory is felt to be near. Last year, the Austrians were pushed back hard. And now they almost believe in success. And the Russian people are not the kind to retreat.
  In general, Soviet-era films greatly exaggerate the soldiers' reluctance to fight. In reality, the fighters are quite cheerful. And everyone is in a good mood.
  Especially officers who are eager to fight.
  Oleg is a boy of about twelve years old. He has already begun to forget that he was once an adult. And how good it is to be a boy. You run around barefoot and in short pants, slap your bare soles through spring puddles, and it seems natural.
  An adult, unfortunately, cannot afford to fight in just shorts, lest others think he is out of his mind.
  And how wonderful! It's already April of 1917, and the Tsar has not yet been overthrown.
  How good that there is every chance to win the First World War and complete the unification of the Slavs, and annex Constantinople. And your dream has come true - you are now a boy, and most importantly a historical star. So, you will forever remain a boy and you will not be killed!
  And how wonderful it is to move from an adult state to an eternal childhood, and you are not threatened by old age, illness, tooth loss and other misfortunes. For this, it was possible to sit in prison and toil for a couple of months in a children's penal colony. Well, how much time did you spend in prison? Only three months? For eternal childhood, the price is small.
  And now the dream has come true - you are at the front! And you can perform feats. Fortunately, your body is fast, strong, resilient and has excellent reaction. Returning to childhood gives you a lot.
  You are no longer a simple child, a modernized one. And this is, of course, better than being an adult. And there is no need to be nostalgic about the past childhood, it is always with you and nearby.
  There is justice in this world. When dreams come true after many failures. And your beloved king, who suits you on the throne. And you, a strong and fast boy, who is not touched by a bullet, and in the war - what you have dreamed of since childhood, you got there.
  Yes, but in the previous life and reality everything is worse: on the throne are the boring Putin and Lukashenko, from whom you will not expect great deeds. And who are they anyway? And there is no united Russian empire! And of course the Romanovs are legitimate tsars, and not these two upstarts.
  And you feel so good, so much cheerfulness and energy in you. You are a boy, and a boy forever! How good it is!
  Oleg Rybachenko even started jumping up and down with joy... He was given his first military assignment. To deliver a package to a neighboring regiment. But they didn't give him a horse. Like, you're a boy, you can do without it!
  Well, what about the lull, and the boy ran, flashing his bare heels. The road was rocky, and it was clear who could knock off a horse's horseshoes. But as a boy, and an ex-con, with shaved hair, who would feel sorry for him?
  Oleg runs along... Good, his body has become even more resilient than at first. It"s easy to run, and the calloused soles feel the prickly surface pleasantly.
  Only the way is long - about one hundred and fifty miles! And, of course, they sent him so that he could make it in a day. And you can drive a horse such a distance, but a barefoot boy - no pity!
  Oleg runs, quickly, and without slowing down. He is cheerful and pleased with the assignment. Although, of course, this could have been entrusted to an adult liaison.
  There is still no wire connection everywhere, and couriers are still there. However, every horse counts before the offensive. And only Oleg Rybachenko in his classy body can run a hundred miles without stopping.
  And the boy runs, admires nature, and imagines something interesting as he goes.
  Let's say Hitler and the Western countries would have negotiated and frozen the conflict on May 1, 1944. And this really happened. And the Fritzes, taking advantage of the moment, transfer troops to Belarus, preparing to withstand a blow there. Nazi Germany still has three hundred and twenty-four divisions - a large force. Of these, fifty-eight divisions, ten tank and five SS, are in France to interfere with the landing of the Allies. And here there is an opportunity to transfer them to the east. In addition, such a situation has arisen with tanks. The Nazis have already established mass production of "Tigers" and "Panthers", and the Soviet troops have only just begun to transfer IS-2 and T-34-85 to the troops. So the situation for the fascists is most favorable. It is possible to really attack.
  And the Fuhrer made a decision dictated by the configuration of the front - to launch flank attacks from Moldova and Northern Ukraine in converging directions. This was a truly powerful move.
  The Tiger-2 and Mause tanks were also supposed to take part in the battles. The latter tank looked very menacing. But it was quite expensive and difficult to produce, although it was controlled by a steering wheel and was fit for combat use. In terms of aircraft production, the Third Reich caught up with the USSR, and its hands were untied on the Western Front. In addition, there was an exchange of prisoners and many German and Italian pilots returned. So the balance of power changed in favor of the fascists.
  Hitler's planes were superior to the Soviet ones in speed and armed power. For example, the Focke-Wulf had six aircraft cannons, two of which were thirty-millimeter and four twenty-millimeter. And the ME-109 M had three thirty-millimeter and two fifteen-millimeter cannons. That was the power of the fascists. And the speed was over seven hundred kilometers per hour. And the USSR's most common Yak-9, had only one twenty-millimeter caliber aircraft cannon and one machine gun. Well, how could it compete with the Germans? The LA-5 had two twenty-millimeter aircraft cannons. Even the newest Yak-3, which had only just begun to enter service in the summer of 1944, had only one aircraft cannon and two machine guns, and the LA-7, which also entered service in the summer, had two twenty-millimeter caliber aircraft cannons.
  Well, how can you stand up to the Nazis? The Germans also have the ME-262 jet fighter in production, which has just started to arrive at the front and has four thirty-millimeter guns and a speed of nine hundred kilometers per hour.
  So what can you do against such power? Soviet pilots have it very tough in the sky. And they can't stand up to such power.
  So the fascists began a flank attack on June 20 and their tanks went into a breakthrough in a wedge. And aviation was active in the air.
  The Soviet troops couldn't withstand the blow and wavered. Now that was a showdown. The Maus were pushing like crowbars... And try to hold back one hundred and eighty tons.
  In response, the Soviet command launched an offensive in Belarus.
  But there was a strong line of defense. Moreover, the fascists reinforced vulnerable places and dug new trenches. But still, the Soviet troops took and advanced. It was clear that numerical superiority and numbers can be taken.
  And Oleg and Margarita, together with other pioneers, decided to give battle to the German wedge that was advancing from the territory of Moldova.
  The pioneer battalion dug trenches and laid mines to repel attacks.
  The children worked barefoot, and the boys wore only shorts, with their torsos bare. They were chocolate brown from the sun, and bony from the lack of food on the ration cards. Oleg is really very muscular. And he came up with a series of unpleasant surprises for the German air force. In particular, the barefoot pioneers made rockets in the form of birdhouses from plywood, and used sawdust and coal dust as explosives. And these rockets were guided by sound. And the device itself was only the size of a pea.
  And if such a rocket takes off, it will be a real pain. Margarita makes radio-controlled mines against tanks. Here, too, ingenuity should be shown. That cars with explosives on wheels rammed tanks.
  The children are working, running around, flashing their bare, pink heels. They are great kids. The boys and girls - here with red ties - are just super.
  The Nazis had a TA-152 among their attack aircraft - an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, also with powerful armament and six aircraft cannons, but much better flight characteristics, and they develop a speed of up to eight hundred kilometers per hour, which is actually the limit for a propeller-driven aircraft. A formidable machine, multi-purpose. It can be a fighter, an attack aircraft, and a front-line bomber.
  But in this case it is precisely a stormtrooper. And it is rushing towards the pioneers' positions. More precisely, they are rushing. A whole flock is flying.
  And behind them are the Focke-Wulfs.
  And flashing bare, dusty heels, children launch, they set fire to plywood steps with them, with the help of matches, sending murderous gifts of annihilation into the sky. And here the rockets take off leaving smoke, lilac tails. Rising higher and higher. And then how they smash gifts of annihilation into cars, hitting them and really burning them, and breaking them into pieces and fragments. And so everything breaks and these hellish flakes burn. So destructive and unique.
  The young fighters are really the coolest. And they show what they can do. Wonderful young warriors.
  The partisan girl Lara sings:
  - May my homeland be glorious,
  USSR country of the holy councils...
  The peoples of the world are a fraternal family,
  Let the feats of heroism be sung!
  The girl really sang wonderfully. And the fascists are shot down without unnecessary ceremony. And the wild and powerful stormtroopers of the Third Reich are not scary. How magnificent it is. And the rockets arranged a deadly fireworks display. The children should be noted here with red ties, magnificent fighters. And technological innovations give the highest indicators of skill.
  Oleg even sang with a smile:
  Everyone knows this,
  Honest words...
  Bully kids,
  They drive you crazy!
  And like a boy he just bursts out laughing. And more than a hundred German attack aircraft are shot down. Such outstanding children here, who show that they are capable of performing miracles. Not children, but miracles.
  The boy Petka chirped, stamping his small, bare foot:
  - May my Motherland be glorious, Comrade Stalin a relative of all children!
  And the young warriors sang:
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to space has been opened,
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine,
  Lighting the way for communism!
  After which the little warriors clapped their hands.
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Oleg was interrupted from his memories. The battleships of Togo's squadron were approaching.
  Now it was time to deal with them. And the children on the flying carpet were quite ready to attack the enemy. But suddenly a mortar with Baba Yaga appeared in front of them. More precisely, a red-haired and rather pretty woman with a broom. She spun around and roared:
  - I'll eat you kids!
  Pippi Longstocking sang in response:
  Granny, you are my mouse,
  I'll eat you skin and all!
  Torment without respite,
  Bright flashes,
  In the darkness of problems!
  And so they began exchanging pulsars. Baba Yaga sent them from a broom, and Pippi from a magic wand. Meanwhile, Oleg decided not to be distracted by the red-haired beauty, whose copper-red hair fluttered in the wind like a proletarian banner. And he began to pound Togo's battleships. The first of them received a magical hit and began to spin around its axis. And then it collided with its neighbor. A crack was heard, and both large ships caught fire and began to scoop up water. Oleg sang with fury:
  The Russian warrior is the strongest of all,
  Samurai sweeping away with a blow...
  We will celebrate success,
  Conquering everyone is not in vain!
  The battleships were sinking. Their crews jumped overboard and tried to save themselves.
  Margarita also worked miracles, releasing a spell from her magic wand. And on the battleship, very lush and bright flowers of extraordinary beauty began to bloom.
  The girl sang:
  Moon, moon, flowers, flowers,
  We trust our homeland with our hopes and dreams!
  Hopes and dreams!
  We often lack love and kindness in life!
  Love and kindness!
  The entire battleship, including the guns, was covered with roses and daisies. And the brave samurai soldiers turned into butterflies with wings. And this is, I must say, very funny. Such a wonderful transformation - it couldn't be more beautiful.
  And Pippi Longstocking continued exchanging presents with Baba Yaga. And it looked very impressive. As if a fairy tale was really happening. Now they released lightning. And they collided, scattering into fireworks. After which Baba Yaga, who looked like a woman of about thirty, not an old woman, cooed:
  - It will have a deadly effect on you!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - A banal threat! Too banal!
  Baba Yaga roared:
  - So now you threaten!
  The girl with bare feet squeaked:
  - I will disperse you into atoms throughout the universe!
  The red-haired woman giggled and noted:
  - This is much more interesting and entertaining! Well, if you can, then try!
  Pippi giggled and chirped:
  - Don't wipe away your tears,
  If you fall, don't cry, get up!
  Baba Yaga took and launched a whole cloud of fireballs at the girl and the flying carpet again. And Pippi also took and shook her magic wand. And these flakes began to fall very interestingly, like cornflakes.
  Pippi took it and cooed:
  - I will not give up! And my barefoot team will not capitulate!
  The girls and boys were dealing with the Japanese. Another battleship took and began to turn into something appetizing. But it is extremely cool and it can be tasty. And even the fat flows and shines.
  Oleg remarked with a sweet look:
  - We will build communism, attack up, not down!
  The boy just burst out laughing, sticking out his tongue. A fighting child terminator. That was really cool.
  Annika took it and laughed and sang:
  Glory to Sweden, it's wonderful,
  That the country has delighted the whole world...
  The enemy attacks dangerously,
  But we will celebrate the victory feast!
  The girl also took and launched something extremely lethal with her bare, tiny foot, which in a couple of seconds turned a giant armadillo into a donut, also of colossal size, and the sailors became raisins, also as tall as a man and covered in honey. Now that turned out great. Such delicious things.
  The children were delighted and even began to jump and arch their backs. This is real happiness. Such wonderful transformations occur.
  But Pippi is not so easy. Baba Yaga unexpectedly received reinforcements: a big, fat man in a top hat with a long beard and a seven-tailed whip in his hands appeared. And he roared:
  - Karabas Barabas - let's have lunch now!
  He was flying on a wooden horse and waving a whip as if he wanted to kill the children.
  Pippi Longstocking squeaked:
  - Children, help!
  And the young team took and switched to Karabas Barabas. Pulsars flew at the bearded monster. Which fell upon this mastodon. And Karabas Barabas became covered with flowers, and literally took and blossomed. As if it were a lilac. That's how it really blossoms.
  Annika squeaked and chirped:
  - Banzai! Forward to the cosmic heights!
  Tommy added, baring his teeth:
  - Our victory is just around the corner! And we'll trample Karabas underfoot! More precisely, with bare feet!
  Oleg and Margarita also took and added. Karabas Barabas finally got sick and blossomed like a lilac bush.
  Baba Yaga, seeing that instead of the formidable doctor of puppet sciences a bouquet of flowers appeared, giggled and roared:
  - The traffic light was green,
  And therefore, therefore, therefore,
  That he was in love with life...
  And everyone runs, runs, runs, runs,
  And I'm running!
  And Baba Yaga really did flee. So the broom and mortar left behind them a fiery color.
  Pippi slowed down the carpet and noted:
  - We've used too much magic, we need to recover!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, we used up a lot of magic. Moreover, the Russian squadron is not ready to go to sea yet: it is repairing damaged ships. So we have time for meditation and restoration.
  The boy set an example by sitting in the lotus position. His idea was followed by other children. Their bare feet turned out. And it was, so to speak, a magnificent meditation. Such outstanding children.
  Oleg plunged into memories of his very interesting previous exploits.
  After the German attack was repelled, the landing force of the time-traveling children was recalled. The barefoot children-warriors and inventors tried to protest - the Great Patriotic War was still going on, and the USSR needed help. But Chernobog declared that the Russian Demiurges should interfere in real life only when there was an extreme need. And so the Red Army had to cope with this misfortune itself.
  And again it was time to watch the fighting from the sidelines.
  The Soviet troops, thanks to the intervention of the children's landing force, repelled the attack from the Moldavian side, but the penetration from the other flank, where Northern Ukraine was, proved threatening. In addition, the offensive against Finland on the Karelian Isthmus was not very successful.
  The Finns occupied the Mannerheim Line and were able to repel the attacks. And most importantly, Sweden entered the war. In this kingdom, everyone wanted revenge for the defeat in previous wars from Russia, since the time of the Vikings. But they especially remembered Charles XII. And of course, the position of the reactionary circles of the USA played a role, which sold Sweden a significant amount of equipment on credit. And in fact, they set it on the USSR.
  Because of this, the June offensive in the Korean Isthmus was not successful. And Stalin, who was sometimes distinguished by excessive caution, also noted the offensive in Belarus.
  And this allowed the Germans to increase their pressure from the north, bypassing the Soviet line of defense.
  The battles have shown that the Tiger-2 in its modernized version with a thousand horsepower engine is a formidable breakthrough tank. And it no longer gets stuck or breaks down. Although the Nazis have few such vehicles yet.
  Be that as it may, the Germans had penetrated very deeply from Northern Ukraine. And the offensive was resumed from Moldova, especially when fresh Italian units, including liberated prisoners of war, entered the battle. Here the situation became extremely tense. The Italian infantry was driven to assault, and behind them were blocking detachments from the SS. And this had an effect. There was a threat of encirclement of significant Soviet troops on the salient. Plus, another unfavorable effect was the termination of Lend-Lease. The Soviet defense industry experienced a shock. And some time was needed to adapt and find alternative routes.
  And then Türkiye struck Transcaucasia. And a new front. The Turks attacked with an army of a million men. And they took Yerevan and Batumi. In order to close the line, they were forced to throw reserves of the headquarters into battle. And this again helped the German offensive. Part of the Soviet troops were surrounded and were forced to retreat with heavy losses. And not all of them managed to break through. Most of them died or were captured. And the equipment was completely lost.
  And this forced the headquarters and Stalin personally to go into temporary defense along the entire front. Things were starting to get hot. And then Japan, with which the US and Britain had also frozen the war, moved in from the east. And forces had to be transferred there too. And the Nazis took advantage of the moment and cut off Odessa from the main forces. And they advanced in the direction of Vinnitsa and Zhitomir.
  This situation turned out to be difficult. Moreover, it was necessary to deal with many new enemies at once. And it turned out to be so unplanned.
  In addition, the situation changed for the worse due to the appearance of the Nazi Arado jet bombers, which were so fast that Soviet fighters could not catch up with them, and it was extremely difficult to shoot them down with anti-aircraft guns. Also not a piece of cake.
  And the Germans were even able to bomb Moscow, which had a negative impact on the morale of the troops.
  In the field of tank building, the first German self-propelled guns of the new generation finally appeared - the E-10 and E-25. Their fundamental difference from the previous Hitlerite machines was the layout scheme - the engine and transmission together and across, and the gearbox on the engine itself. This allowed saving on the kadar shaft, and made the silhouettes of the German self-propelled guns low. The E-10 with a 75-millimeter 48 EL gun, that is, like the T-4, was only a meter and forty centimeters high, and the E-25 with a Panther gun, a meter fifty centimeters.
  This allowed the self-propelled guns to be made light, mobile, low-noise, quickly turning, which compensated for the lack of a rotating turret, and most importantly - easy to produce and cheap. The first E-10 had armor thickness of 60 mm front and 30 mm side and weighed ten tons. Which, with an engine of four hundred horsepower, ensured good mobility. The E-25 weighed only twenty tons with an engine of 700 horsepower, and was also fast. And the frontal armor was thicker - 80 mm and the side armor was 50. Moreover, both self-propelled guns had a very large rational angle of inclination of the frontal armor.
  The appearance of such machines was an alarm bell for the Red Army. They are fast, unnoticeable and cheap. Plus, they have excellent optics and night vision devices. Everything is top notch.
  So there was nothing to answer this with yet. The T-44 turned out to be a crude tank and required some improvement. Only the SU-100 based on the T-34 tank and chassis could provide some progress, but shells for the gun began to be produced only in November 1940.
  The Germans were ahead in production rates. And gradually broke through one line of defense after another. Until the Soviet troops retreated beyond the Dnieper. Vasilevsky still managed to persuade Stalin to surrender Kyiv and take a more convenient line of defense. The Supreme Commander-in-Chief, remembering the lesson of 1941, did not become stubborn this time.
  The Red Army went over to strategic defense until deep autumn with torrential rains set in. However, it turned out that the German E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns were excellent at driving in mud, and were not inferior to the T-34-85 in this matter. And the expectation that the Germans would stop did not quite come true. Although it is indeed more difficult to advance in mud and non-flying weather. And Stalin counted on winter as manna from heaven.
  However, it got even worse in winter. There were more and more German jet bombers, and they bombed wherever they wanted. And the Nazis had strong light self-propelled guns. The E-25 with an 88-millimeter gun with 71 EL appeared, it was also very dangerous, it had a frontal armor of 120 millimeters at a large angle, and a side armor of 80, and weighed thirty tons. A very dangerous self-propelled gun, and even the IS-2 could not penetrate it from the front. And its gun literally destroyed all the vehicles in a row from a combat distance. Now that was a shock effect.
  The winter offensive of the Soviet troops failed. Moreover, at the end of February the Nazis themselves went on the offensive. The new HE-162 fighters - light, cheap, easy to produce and terribly maneuverable - took over the air and the Red Army was in a very tight situation. The defense in the center was broken through and the fascists again captured Smolensk, a threat arose to Moscow. The Soviet troops desperately tried to counterattack. But they were not particularly successful. The SU-100 self-propelled guns were still too few, and the T-34-85 could not cope.
  At the same time, the Nazis finally got a full-fledged tank of the E type at the front in March. The E-50. It was small, compact, with a low silhouette. With the weight of the Panther at forty-five, the machine had an engine that accelerated it to 1200 horsepower, the thickness of the armor of the Tiger-2 only with large angles of inclination, and more powerful armament of 88 millimeters in 100EL long. The turret was smaller and narrower, and the gun mantlet, a pig's snout, covered the entire front of the turret. Thus, the new tank was practically impenetrable from the front. And its speed was over seventy kilometers per hour.
  That's how it accelerates. And the Red Army had more problems. In March, the Germans broke through in the north, and again cut off Leningrad from the main part of the country. The situation became critical.
  And at the end of April the offensive on Moscow began.
  And here it was already possible to persuade the Russian Gods so that they would allow the landing force of the time travelers to intervene.
  And so the battalion of boys and girls meets the Nazis. And it's a good fight.
  Oleg really wanted to make rockets for this very purpose. And to direct them, for example, to sound. But he didn't have time, and the boys and girls, flashing their bare, pink heels, ran into the cracks.
  The Nazis flew quite low and delivered very sharp and lethal blows.
  The boy-time traveler Oleg picked up a rifle. It's not a Mosin, but a more armor-piercing one, with a special larger cartridge capable of igniting fuel. It's almost impossible for an ordinary boy, or even an adult shooter, to hit a jet attack aircraft accelerating to a thousand kilometers per hour. And even if you consider that the bottom of the German machine is covered with viscous and durable armor.
  But Oleg is already a seasoned warrior, he has already fought many times for Russia or the USSR, or for Kievan Rus. And he has both enormous experience and superpowers.
  The boy presses his bare heel against the stones at the bottom of the camouflaged cell and shoots.
  And then it hits a lethal-class attack aircraft, and the Nazi burns.
  By the way, there is also a two-seat HE-483 attack jet flying here - it is armed with two 37-mm aircraft cannons, six 30-mm cannons with extended barrels, and two 20-mm cannons, which are larger for aircraft.
  This is a two-man attack aircraft. And it starts to crash. Oleg has a gun, like an anti-tank one, but the boy genius personally made it more compact, lighter, and smaller. So it will definitely knock down a Nazi.
  The boy Seryozhka, also barefoot in shorts, slightly dirty, exclaims:
  - Wow! Fire a gun at the planes!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  Our Soviet pioneer,
  A great example of accuracy!
  And the boy dug in with his bare soles, which had to undergo various tests: they were fried with fire, and hot iron was applied, and they were beaten with bamboo and rubber sticks. Yes, his feet endured everything, but remained almost childish in appearance, graceful in shape, and as nimble as a monkey's paws or even more agile.
  And Oleg shot accurately. He shot almost by intuition. And he did it extremely accurately. He hit the armor right in the joint, so that the fuel tanks caught fire. And the powerful German plane began to smoke and turn away in the opposite direction.
  Oleg chirped:
  - One! Two! Three! Tear the evil orcs apart!
  The boy wanted to shoot again after reloading the gun -. But he heard the voice of the apparently Deity-demiurge-. Don't try too hard -. don't attract too much attention to yourself!
  Oleg nodded with a sad smile:
  -. It's clear!
  Indeed, they have already attracted attention to themselves. And any mission is something. As it was during another alternative war - when they were ordered to beat the Japanese. Then the boy and the girl took the samurai destroyers and simply started to pit their heads against each other.
  And Oleg even started singing then, out of joy:
  Child son of the space age,
  Went to wander around the big worlds...
  His affairs, believe me, are not bad at all,
  And life is one continuous child's play!
  
  At first, in the middle century, it turned out,
  They tore his boots off...
  And he wandered barefoot in the snow,
  The snowdrifts burned my bare heels!
  
  But this only hardened the boy,
  And he really became, believe me, stronger...
  And he hit the boar in the snout with his elbow,
  And this villain fell into the pool!
  
  The boy will not give in to adults in swearing,
  His destiny is to kill evil orcs...
  So that the evil Cain doesn"t come with a dagger,
  And these heroes did not have to suffer!
  
  The warrior is young and of course brave,
  He rushes forward into attack...
  When the boy-boy gets down to business,
  Enemies are simply wasted!
  
  So I ended up as a cabin boy for pirates,
  And this is also very cool, you know...
  And for the merchants, of course, there is retribution,
  And this fat dog won't go to heaven!
  
  The boy sailed the seas quite well,
  Remained a child, did not grow up...
  But he had such a cool punch,
  What remained of the adult bodies was a corpse!
  
  Here is a huge galleon they took,
  Believe me, there is gold in it up to the brim...
  You literally see the distances of communism,
  Fortune, you are the favorite of the sons!
  
  Well, maybe we should buy ourselves a title?
  The barefoot boy will become a count...
  And we'll show the queen the fig,
  Both doubts and fear disappeared!
  
  But something so daring happened,
  The executioners caught the boy again...
  And don't count on mercy now,
  Or better yet, scream on the rack!
  
  The boy was beaten with a whip very painfully,
  They burned his heels with fire and iron...
  And he dreamed of a field, of a spacious one,
  The Spanish have put on their boots!
  
  The scumbags tortured the boy for a long time,
  However, they were unable to find out the truth...
  And the child's voice is so clear,
  And the truth will come - just be bold!
  
  Well, what's the noose waiting for the boy?
  They are leading him to the scaffold to be executed...
  Snowflakes are floating in the white sky,
  Let them cool your slightly bruised forehead!
  
  The boy's bare feet step,
  In the snow, and there are blisters on my feet...
  The soles are burned with pliers,
  Bloody and evil executioners!
  
  But the boy felt better because of the snow,
  He smiled and sang cheerfully...
  After all, he is with the alpha, the bright omega,
  And she is capable of doing so many things!
  
  Here the boy is already standing on the scaffold,
  Almost naked, covered in scars, blisters...
  But it seems the child is in gold,
  Like a prince in some childish, bright dreams!
  
  They've already put a rope around my neck,
  And the executioner was ready to knock the chair down...
  The boy imagined a barefoot girl,
  I could barely contain the sad cry that came from my chest!
  
  But then a bullet pierced the kata accurately,
  And they laid down the evil executioners...
  Once again the queen gets screwed,
  And to the boy the light of grace rays!
  
  The boy was freed from punishment,
  The boy is sailing on a ship again...
  And the filibuster will not be caught by the katys,
  They are now rotting in the ground!
  
  But adventures await again,
  The Middle Ages have gone like a wave...
  We expect forgiveness from those who are innocent,
  A wonderful dream will come true!
  
  It's a different time, in an adventure,
  And the plane is spinning in the sky...
  For torture only the descendants will be avenged,
  And you, forward into the attack with songs!
  
  The boy is sailing on an armadillo,
  He's a cabin boy again, no longer a pirate...
  The sun is shining brightly in the sky,
  That's just the way things are!
  And now the Nazis are being hit by rockets made of sawdust and plywood. And they are pounding the fascist tanks. Apparently the children have become very good at flashing their bare, pink heels. And they do not give up, they do not lie down under the enemy.
  Oleg and Margarita released a newer weapon - a piece of antimatter. So tiny, a thousandth of a gram. But it exploded with the force of twenty tons of explosives. This is truly extremely deadly. And how many fascists died. The planes in the sky began to circle and stall. They began to collide and burn. Such was the chaos. Against which the German air force, including the HE-162, was powerless.
  . CHAPTER #16.
  The recovery after such a difficult magical battle went well. The children felt cheerful after the meditation. Their mood noticeably improved. As did the thirst for new adventures and victories.
  Oleg noted with a cheerful look:
  - The stars of communism await! I will fly in the sky singing!
  Margarita encouraged the boy:
  - We will really do everything very cool! And the Japanese fleet will be crushed!
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Yes, it's wonderful! Only we will turn it into something tasty.
  Annika giggled and stamped her small, bare foot:
  - It will be wonderful! And cool!
  Tommy took it and sang:
  A world of wonderful adventures awaits children,
  I know the new year will come soon!
  And the boy laughed. These are funny kids. And very cool.
  The flying carpet flew in search of Toga's fleet, battered but still operational. It is clear that without the sea there will be no war. Oleg was always surprised how the Russian army managed to lose to the Japanese on land. And how ineptly the Russian command acted. The Japanese could have been terrorized by Cossack raids alone.
  No luck with Kuropatkin, who, in fact, is the main culprit of the fiasco of the Russian troops. But really, what kind of commander can there be with a surname like Kuropatkin? Clearly worthless. The partridge is a peaceful bird.
  When there were the first battles with the Japanese, this blockhead even forbade camouflaging the guns. Isn't he a fool?
  Well, okay, there will be a battle for divorce. Now they will show the samurai at sea.
  The flying carpet increased its speed. And the wind blew in my face. Now that was really magical.
  Pippi, however, noted:
  - Baba Yaga has great powers of magic. You must avoid meeting her!
  Oleg jokingly sang:
  We must preserve our dignity,
  From all sorts of unnecessary meetings!
  And the flying carpet made a flanking maneuver. Now that was combat action. More precisely, marching, there were no battles yet.
  On the way, we came across a Japanese destroyer. The children immediately took it and turned it into a goose pan with an appetizing roast. Simply finger-licking good. And it has a side dish - bananas, pineapples, peaches, oranges. Now that's really something delicious. And the aroma is so appetizing.
  And Pippi clicked her bare toes, and a sharp dagger appeared, which quickly cut into thin slices. After which the tray floated to the Russian shores to feed hungry children.
  Annika squeaked, giggling:
  - Our homeland is Sweden, we are cool cooks!
  Tommy exclaimed:
  - With custard cookies!
  And indeed, the next destroyer was transformed by children's magic into a mountain of delicious, honey-flavored cookies. How magnificent and great it looked. This is confectionery magic - just super. And the cookies are a huge, fluffy mountain. Oleg and Margarita blew and drove it to the Russian shores. Now that was great.
  The kids will be very happy. And a mountain of painted cookies floats towards them, driven by a magical current. Now that's really a real treat.
  Margarita chirped:
  We eat the most delicious things in the world,
  May the Fatherland be holy and beautiful...
  A mighty cherub hovers above us,
  We lived our lives, believe me, in vain!
  That's the kind of cheerful girl she was. It's just a terrible backdrop. That's what they say - act more energetically.
  The young warrior remembered their glorious exploits in AI.
  The heroic resistance of the children's special forces made it possible to slow down the Nazis' advance on Moscow. But the war was still going on. And now it was time to go on the offensive. And the Japanese were advancing in the Far East. They had quite a few light, diesel tanks. They seemed small, but they were well camouflaged and advanced through the forests. Vladivostok fell. And a threatening situation had arisen.
  Oleg and Margarita helped Soviet designers make self-propelled guns of a special type. They had only one crew member who controlled the joystick and was in a prone position. And the machines themselves were driven by an electric engine, with the battery running on light gravitons. And this is a really cool machine - capable of developing speeds of up to a thousand kilometers per hour and flying even on a road.
  The first to test such a machine on the Samurs were Oleg and Margarita. The children went on the offensive, acting as a pair. And sending murderous gifts of annihilation. This is truly a destructive effect.
  Literally flying, two machines were firing at the Japanese with grav-blasters. This is a weapon that does not require a lot of energy, but works almost without fail and destroys any matter.
  Oleg, pressing the joystick buttons with his bare, childish feet, took it and began to sing:
  My homeland is the great USSR,
  I was born in it once...
  The onslaught of the Wehrmacht, believe me, was wild,
  As if Satan were his relative!
  
  Fighting is something a pioneer is accustomed to,
  He doesn't know any problems with this...
  Of course, study excellently,
  It's time for a change!
  
  Children will not show weakness in battle,
  They will defeat the evil fascists...
  We will bring joy to our ancestors,
  Passed the exams with flying colors!
  
  Tying a red tie around his neck,
  I became a pioneer, a little boy...
  This is not just a simple hello,
  And I have a revolver in my pocket!
  
  If a severe battle comes,
  Believe me, we will defend the USSR...
  Forget about sorrows and reproaches,
  Let the evil sir be defeated!
  
  My tie is like a rose the color of blood,
  And it sparkles and flutters in the wind...
  The pioneer will not groan in pain,
  Let's make your dream come true!
  
  We ran barefoot in the cold,
  The heels are flashing like a wheel...
  We see the light of communism,
  Even though it's hard to walk uphill!
  
  Hitler attacks Russia,
  He has a ton of different resources...
  We are carrying out a difficult mission,
  Satan himself is going on the attack!
  
  The fascists' tanks are like monsters,
  The thickness of the armor and the long barrel...
  The red-haired girl has long braids,
  We will impale the Fuhrer!
  
  If you have to go barefoot in the cold,
  The boy will run without thinking...
  And he will pick a rose for the sweet girl,
  His friendship is a solid monolith!
  
  We will see communism in the distance,
  There is confidence in this, believe me...
  Napoleon was given a slap on the horns,
  And the door to Europe has been opened a crack!
  
  Peter the Great was a great tsar,
  She wanted Russia to be a paradise...
  Conquered the wild expanse of the Urals,
  Even though the weather there is not at all like May!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Even children are great fighters...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And fathers are proud of their grandchildren!
  
  Leader holy comrade Stalin,
  Took an important step towards communism...
  From the ruins of the most nightmarish ruins,
  He shot the Fuhrer in the snout!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Every boy is just a superman...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And the guys won't have any problems!
  
  We will defend our Fatherland with courage,
  And we'll give the fascists a kick in the ass...
  And he won't be a goody-goody,
  A pioneer is considered akin to Gods!
  
  We will break Hitler's back in battle,
  It will be like Napoleon, beaten!
  We will see communism in the distance,
  The Wehrmacht will be finished off!
  
  There will soon be joy on the planet,
  We will liberate the whole world in the world...
  Let's fly to Mars on a rocket,
  Let the children rejoice in happiness!
  
  The best leader is comrade Stalin,
  He is a hero and glory and fatherland...
  The fascists were torn to pieces,
  We are now the banner of communism!
  
  The boy will not tolerate Fritz's rudeness,
  He will answer him decisively...
  This is what I believe will be wisdom,
  And the sun shines with radiant color!
  
  I will join the Komsomol in Berlin,
  There I will walk with my bare heel, boys...
  We will be the beaten Fuhrer howling in the toilet,
  And we will pin him with a pin!
  
  The USSR is an example for the peoples,
  I know the world will be so wonderful...
  Let's bring freedom to the whole planet,
  The wind will inflate the sails of dreams!
  
  Stalin will rise again from the grave,
  Even if he lies there...
  We pioneers cannot bend our backs,
  Evil orcs belong in the latrine!
  
  And when the Goddess Lada comes,
  What gives love and joy to people...
  The boy will be rewarded forever,
  Then he will hit the evil Koschei!
  
  The front is of course burning furiously,
  And the field burns with dry grass...
  But I believe that victory will come in May,
  It will become a glorious pioneer's lot!
  
  Here is the Fatherland, the Homeland of Svarog,
  That dream is fiercely rich...
  By order of the God of Happiness Rod,
  There will be a chamber for everyone in the palace!
  
  I believe the proletarian will throw off his chains,
  We will defeat the enemies in one fell swoop...
  Let us sing at least millions of arias,
  And we will tear our shirts in battle!
  
  The pioneer will finally give it away,
  The happiness of the entire universe...
  The evil Cain will be destroyed,
  Our business will be creation!
  
  Then the time of light will come,
  That will make everyone's dream come true...
  The feats of heroism are praised,
  And the missiles have an increased range!
  
  The enemy of the Fatherland will be destroyed,
  Those who surrendered, we will of course spare...
  Let's hit the Fuhrer in the face with a sledgehammer,
  So that there is hope in communism!
  
  I believe that grief will end,
  The eagle will sing the march of millions...
  Believe me, we will have a sea of victories,
  Our red children's legions!
  
  That's when in Paris and New York,
  And in Berlin, Tokyo, Beijing...
  The pioneer's ringing voice,
  He will sing about the eternal world of happiness!
  
  If necessary, we will resurrect the dead,
  The fallen heroes will rise again...
  The path to victory is long at first,
  And then we will bury the Fuhrer!
  
  And when in the universe of communism,
  The power will be strong and majestic...
  For a beautiful endless life,
  The boys did a great job!
  
  Even though they are barefoot,
  But the real power is possessed by...
  The boys will run along the path,
  And Adolf will be boldly torn to pieces!
  
  That's why we falcons are cool,
  We'll break all the orc bandits...
  The coconut trees will blossom,
  The pioneer's look is certainly proud!
  
  Here will be the banner of communism,
  It's beautiful to rage over the universe...
  And such a banner of red power,
  A marvel to all the peoples of the party!
  We take on any task,
  And believe me, we always win...
  Here the sun rises over the Fatherland,
  The universe has become a wonderful paradise!
  The children flew, sang, and crushed the Japanese. It was a real witches' dance. And Oleg and Margarita showed their highest class. And the samurai ran.
  But the outcome of the war is still unclear. The US has attacked the Far East along with Japan. This is really serious. Powerful B-29 bombers are flying towards Soviet cities and factories. And there are a lot of them. And presents of annihilation are raining down.
  And American tanks are also included. And they are serious - for example, the "Super Pershing", with a 90-millimeter cannon and a 73EL barrel length. It is dangerous for all Soviet vehicles. And only the IS-3 still has a chance to withstand it head-on.
  The Hitler coalition expanded. Britain had already joined the war. And the English "Churchills" went. And also "Tortilla". This is a very dangerous tank, due to its thick armor of 230 mm in front and 170 mm on the sides. Its main drawback was its enormous weight of eighty tons, with an engine of 600 horsepower. And as a result of this, low speed and frequent breakdowns.
  But the Nazis helped the British install a powerful gas turbine engine of one and a half thousand horsepower on the Tortilla. And it came to life and moved at a dangerous speed.
  Where the children's battalion fighters fought The Red Army was winning, but they couldn't break apart. This is the alarming situation that has developed.
  Oleg is again fighting on foot, he needs to repel a concentrated attack from the German and foreign wedge.
  Of the medium tanks, the E-50 or Panther-3 are more common and go into battle. And it is also very difficult to hold them back.
  The Nazis have not yet reached the children's battalion, which is almost unarmed.
  And taking advantage of this, the children built the first rockets, which looked like birdhouses.
  The pioneer girl Oksana stamped her bare foot and asked:
  -And will they definitely hit Hitler's stormtroopers?
  Oleg answered with a sad look:
  - Not yet, but if you attach a homing device that reacts to the specific sound of a jet plane, then the fascist won't be able to escape. True, the stage needs to be made larger and coal dust added so that such fast attack aircraft can catch up!
  Margarita Korshunova added:
  - Don't worry, we know what we're doing. We need the simplest parts from a radio receiver and the device will be ready!
  The boy Sasha squeaked:
  - Wow, this is colossal! Is it really possible to produce it on an industrial scale?
  Oleg nodded his fair head energetically:
  - Of course! And we will do it! And even though the sky may be blackened by countless Luftwaffe planes, we will definitely clear it!
  Petka the young pioneer noted:
  - We will not kneel! And in general, let's do something against tanks!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - It is possible to make missiles to fight tanks. Only the charge in this case should be cumulative!
  And the child warriors continued their work. It is much more interesting to make things than to dig trenches. The main thing is, of course, the guidance system. And the need to collect coal dust. It is even more powerful in its destructive effect than sawdust.
  And they actually brought something made of briquettes. And it actually took and turned out to be something of colossal power. And such a composite one.
  Oleg remembered how he once made such rockets to fight the army of Batu Khan. Then they fought the Mongol-Tatars near Ryazan. And they managed to make many such rockets from coal and sawdust. Then they took and banged.
  The blow to the Mongol-Tatar army was devastating. And a mass of horsemen and horses were killed at once. The Mongol army was literally laid low by the thousands. And those who survived took it for a blow from the Russian Gods. And they literally began to run away like hares that a lion pounced on.
  A crush arose, and a great many nukers were crushed and broken through.
  The Russian army won a victory over a huge horde of four hundred thousand horsemen, practically without losses. And it must be said that this was a very impressive achievement.
  Oleg even noted:
  - Technological superiority is more important than the number of troops!
  And then they, together with several boys and girls from the children's space special forces, showed such a great performance! They repelled the invasion of the horde.
  After the missile strike, the only thing they did was attack the army, or rather what was left of it, of Khan Batu, using hyperblasters. And they incinerated Jihangir himself, along with his honor guard. After which it is clear that the Mughlans will not find a commander capable of leading the horde into battle and attacking Rus' for a long time.
  But now the enemy is much stronger. And next to Oleg there is only a girl Margarita, and the children do not have hyperblasters. And without them, you can't defeat the Third Reich so easily.
  Oleg has not yet revealed the secret of how simple sawdust or coal dust can explode so effectively. Especially since today the secret is in the USSR, and tomorrow it is in the Germans. It's a double-edged sword.
  The boy-terminator aimed the missile and fired it along a trajectory in a distant direction. He obviously expected to hit something there.
  Margarita approached him and capriciously remarked:
  - This is not allowed, this is not necessary! So, have we come to have sex or to fight?
  Oleg noted:
  - If we send a battalion of children's special forces with space weapons here, there won't be even a single firebrand left of the Nazis. But that would be too simple a solution. Especially since Gron has to handle it himself. Otherwise, if we do all the work for him, it won't be interesting. And beating up the fascists with hyperblasters is primitive.
  Margarita nodded, shaking her golden hair:
  - Maybe you're right! But the forces are too unequal!
  Oleg noted:
  - The more enemies, the more interesting the war!
  The girl who had traveled to the other side stamped her bare, childish foot and asked:
  - Well, sing something to make it more fun!
  The boy who had arrived began to sing with enthusiasm and courage:
  And Olezhek is still a barefoot boy,
  In hot weather, children don't need shoes...
  And he jumps on the armor like a bunny,
  If necessary, he will outdo Satan!
  
  Here is a battle taking place on the stormy sea,
  Believe me, this is such a wonderful world...
  Not like somewhere in the dark underworld,
  Here the girls are having a military feast!
  
  This world is quite technical,
  There are a million girls for every man!
  And believe me, everything in the world is great,
  When there are legions of beauties!
  
  It's a shame that you're a boy and not a man,
  Otherwise I would have shown it to the girls...
  There is a reason why you don't grow up,
  This is the destiny that the Almighty Rod gave us!
  
  But fierce battles are raging,
  At sea, the word geyser on the water...
  And the boy will have, you know, accomplishments,
  The boy's victories will go everywhere!
  
  A shell flies out from a huge cannon,
  And described a high arc...
  The weather is like in the warm tropics of May,
  You inhale the eternal spring with the smoke!
  
  Beautiful girls are running along the deck,
  They send light with their bare heels...
  And the ringing voice of the warriors,
  Celebrate both joy and success!
  
  So they pointed a gun at the adversary,
  And they even fired a very accurate salvo...
  And the song penetrates straight into the soul,
  And you hit him in the snout with your knee!
  
  Oleg fought with the girls bravely,
  And he laid down legions of orcs...
  So that the planet becomes very quiet,
  And the radiant world of light ruled!
  
  Well, God won't abandon the boy,
  The boy matured in battles...
  He furiously winds up the miles -
  Deals a crushing blow!
  
  Svarog taught the girls to fight bravely,
  So that they can show everyone their class,
  And there are no thoughts of surrendering to the enemy,
  We'll really punch the bastard in the eye!
  
  Here the orcs' battleship was sunk,
  They sent all the hairy ones to the bottom...
  The horde of fierce bears was crushed,
  And they showed it as if life was a movie!
  
  Well, what about the boy, the eternal winner,
  He's wearing shorts, tanned and cool...
  And the ruler will be seen in battle,
  Breaking the jaw with a bare heel!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  So Stalin-Putin himself decided to write something to distract himself from sad thoughts. Indeed, there is time. There is no war yet, and he can relax and take up literature. Maybe he will succeed in this.
  
  Veronica, Oksana and Natasha, along with other girls, were escaping from the encirclement. The girls' battalion was ordered to retreat to the rear, since the warriors had virtually no anti-tank weapons. Stalenida Pavlovna had war experience, having served as a volunteer in Spain. And she understood that the border troops would not be able to withstand the E-series tanks. The girls, however, knocked out several transporters, but they themselves suffered losses.
  Now the battalion had dispersed and was retreating.
  Veronica, Oksana and Natasha took off their boots and walked away barefoot and in light blouses. The Soviet troops were not prepared to repel heavy tank columns. And there was simply nothing to penetrate the E-50 tank with. The only chance was to damage the tracks. But this vehicle had rollers on separate bogies, and it was very difficult to disable them.
  The girls were moving east through the forests, in small groups. They looked very touching. They had their pants down and were wearing only light shirts. Their long, light, slightly curly hair was loose. The grass tickled their bare feet pleasantly, and sometimes there were pine cones. Everything looked extremely erotic. Their breasts were visible through their thin shirts.
  Veronica, raking the grass with her bare foot, says in annoyance:
  - What the hell - the war has only just begun, and we already have to retreat!
  Oksana, whose light hair was slightly reddish, bared her teeth and answered:
  - I didn't have any particular illusions! Hitler conquered almost the entire world... Try to cope with such a crowd!
  Natasha shook her snow-white hair and said:
  - Everyone wants to please... It's hard to deal with them! Being faithful isn't that easy!
  Veronica nodded. Her hair is so golden and beautiful. She is gorgeous.
  And then Victoria caught up with them. A completely red-haired girl. Her hair was like a fire. And so burning. The wind blew and it seemed like a proletarian banner was fluttering, such a flaming head of hair.
  Victoria took off her shirt and bared her torso. Her breasts were full, her nipples were scarlet, like poppies. A beautiful warrior. And her strong, trained body suited nudity.
  Natasha giggled and also bared her torso, noting:
  - And we have beautiful bodies... We are simply Amazons!
  Veronica shook her head:
  - Isn't it too radical to bare your breasts! You have to observe the rules of decency!
  Victoria shook her head and tossed her red curls:
  - In a communist society, moral rules are a relative concept. - The girl shook her bare breasts, her scarlet nipples glittered very seductively. - And being naked is not a sin. More precisely, the concept of sin is priestly, and our credo is freedom from bourgeois morality!
  Natasha confirmed, shaking her lush and elastic bust:
  - Closer to nature! Closer to the natural! And natural nudity!
  Oksana also smiled and bared her torso. Indeed, in the summer heat how nice it is when breasts are bare. And the breeze blows on them. A beautiful girl, and nudity suits. All the girls are athletic, with figures, the naked bodies of the warriors look very harmonious.
  Beautiful girls are walking along the path. They are so delightful and very attractive.
  Veronica chirped, shaking her head:
  - But this is not aesthetic at all!
  Victoria shook her head:
  - No! We have beautiful bodies! And we look simply magnificent naked!
  Natasha nodded and, jumping up, said:
  - It was good to be naked... Now Ilyich came with a gun!
  Oksana stroked her chest and squealed:
  - Indeed, my bust is super!
  Victoria sang enthusiastically:
  - Oh, girls, we are raiders! Purses, purses, and purse-makers! We've seen dollars - mountains of gold!
  Natasha, shaking her naked breasts, sang with a smile:
  - They used to be naked, barefoot, stupid!
  And the four of them burst out laughing. The girls slapped their bare feet, lifting their bare heels. Beautiful warriors. They had backpacks and PPSh machine guns on their shoulders. Pretty warriors, very wonderful.
  Veronica said in an ingratiating tone:
  - Before God, we are all equal... And we will have to answer for debauchery!
  Natasha giggled and answered with all determination:
  - There is no God! It's a fairy tale!
  Victoria, shaking her naked, tanned breasts, exclaimed enthusiastically:
  - God was invented by the powers that be to keep the people in obedience!
  Veronica shook her golden head:
  - And who created the universe then?
  Victoria giggled and replied:
  - Universes grow by themselves, like leaves on a tree. They grow from nothing. When in distant infinity a tree began to grow from nothing in the universe, and since then many universes have appeared.
  Natasha giggled and stuck out her tongue, noting:
  - It's a bit hot! Maybe we should take off our pants?
  Victoria supported the idea:
  - This is a wonderful idea!
  And all three girls unanimously freed themselves from their pants, remaining in only their panties. And what strong and muscular bodies they have. Simply magnificent, and top-notch.
  Oksana sang with delight:
  - The cockroach has antennae, the naked girl has panties!
  Only Veronica was left with her pants rolled up and her shirt. She answered reproachfully:
  - It's not good to be naked like this! What if they see us!
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - Let them even see! I love to excite men!
  Victoria giggled, shook her almost bare thighs, and replied:
  - Men are trash - just scum!
  And hitting a fresh mushroom with her bare foot, she added:
  - How nice it is to take a stallion for a ride!
  Oksana noted with a smile:
  - When they caress you, it's nice... Especially if the men are young and handsome...
  Natasha reminded the girls:
  - Remember, we caught the boy. A wonderful boy, and he is probably perfect beyond his years!
  Victoria licked her lips and said with lust in her voice:
  - It would be great to check that!
  Veronica barked indignantly:
  - What nasty things you say! You can't mock people's feelings like that! Especially when it comes to a boy, even if he's German!
  Oksana giggled and replied:
  - Forgive us, but my soul feels so disgusting...
  Natasha readily confirmed:
  - The Germans are advancing, and I want to dream about something good! For example, about the guys!
  Victoria suggested with a laugh:
  - What if we really caught men? That was so cool!
  Veronica replied harshly:
  - Women are adorned by modesty, not by brazen pestering!
  Victoria shook her fiery head negatively. She slapped her bare feet and barked:
  - No! There is no greater pleasure than choosing a man yourself and dragging him into bed. - The red-haired devil shook her copper-red curls and continued. - That's exactly it - to screw in the bushes for pleasure, and not to walk down the aisle.
  Veronica said sternly:
  - Sex without reason is a sign of stupidity! - And she added: - It contradicts the norms of communist morality!
  Victoria did not agree:
  - Lenin himself said that wives should be shared!
  Natasha giggled and remarked:
  - Well, I wouldn't say that I would throw myself at men, but it's nice to play an active role! If you yourself choose who to hit! But in our unit it doesn't come to that.
  Victoria nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, we have only girls... But you can get over the fence! - The girl chirped with great pleasure. - Men, men... Our men crawl on their bellies with zeal!
  Veronica shook her head:
  - No, Lenin never said anything like that!
  Natasha exclaimed in protest:
  - No, that's exactly what Vladimir Ilyich said! Under communism, everything will be shared, including wives!
  Victoria giggled and muttered:
  - Women are good... Men are even better! Oh, if only I could be captured and raped by a whole company.
  The girls laughed in unison. And Victoria, grinning, added:
  - And then they beat me with rifle butts! And they would set my heels on fire with a soft flame and sprinkle them with corbit!
  Natasha kicked the bump with her bare foot and cooed:
  - The heels like it when they are beaten with bamboo! In China, girls and boys were beaten with sticks on their bare soles. And they liked it!
  Victoria sang with gusto:
  - What torture in Hollywood! Only katy, not people!
  Veronica wittily remarked:
  - You'll end up in hell... You'll be tortured, and your heels will be burned not only with bamboo, but also with hot iron!
  Natasha sang, clenching her fists tightly:
  - There's a black raven at the neighboring gate!
  Victoria, shaking her bare breasts with scarlet nipples, continued:
  - Cradle, handcuffs, torn mouth!
  Oksana, whose breasts were also exposed, and shaking her hips, answered:
  - How many times after a fight my head!
  Veronica supported the impulse, stamping her bare feet:
  - From the overcrowded chopping block she flew somewhere...
  Natasha roared with fury, shaking her naked chest:
  - Where is the Motherland! Let them shout, "ugly!"
  Victoria slapped and squealed, twisting her hips, barely covered by transparent panties:
  - We like her, even though she"s not a beauty!
  Oksana hissed, twitching her bare tanned knees:
  - You bastard are so gullible!
  Veronica remarked with a sigh:
  - We are Soviet border guards. And we talk like street whores. Is this even possible...
  Victoria sang in response:
  - Thank you, Stalin the leader! For stupid, empty eyes! For the fact that we are like lice and it is impossible to live!
  Natasha shook her fist at the red-haired devil:
  - Come on, don't be so impudent! You'll end up in a special department!
  Victoria said confidently:
  - Soon the Germans will come to Moscow... And they will take Stalin away in a cage!
  Oksana giggled and objected:
  - Do you think the outcome of the war is predetermined?
  Victoria answered quite seriously:
  - How could it be otherwise? Hitler has more than half the world under occupation, plus Japan and its colonies. - The girl angrily stamped her graceful, bare foot. - And we don't even have decent tanks! The KV series is a parody of machines. The T-34 is clearly too small. And a normal tank hasn't been created! And the armor-piercing shells are worse than the German ones!
  Natasha sighed heavily and gurgled:
  - I have to agree with that! Alas, our tanks are still so imperfect. And the KV? They break down....
  The girls fell silent and their playfulness subsided.
  Indeed, the first hours of the war showed that the T-34-76 does not have a very reliable gearbox, and the KV series even more so. And what's nasty is that the heavier the tank, the less adapted it is to movement. And 200 mm of frontal armor is not enough to withstand shells even from the 88 mm Panther-2 gun, let alone the E-50.
  As it turned out unexpectedly, German vehicles are much stronger in frontal armor and ability to withstand a blow. And Soviet equipment clearly gives in.
  However, in real history, the Germans won in the very first hours and days. But they did not have such a number of tanks and planes, and formidable jet aviation. And there were no machines heavier than twenty-two tons. In general, the Germans turned out to be surprisingly weak in 1941. And at the same time, strangely enough, they defeated a stronger enemy. And now? All the trump cards of the Nazis: combat experience, better troop mobility, the ability to break through defenses - have increased. And the Fuhrer does not have three and a half thousand light tanks, and medium tanks, but ten thousand heavy ones. And jet aviation, which, in principle, is no match for propeller-driven aircraft.
  And the Red Army is still better trained to attack than to defend. And soldiers were taught to beat the enemy on his own territory, not to defend their own. Of course, some things have become better. The Molotov Line has been completed. That's already a plus. The defensive line is much stronger in engineering terms than it was in 1941.
  Besides, the troops are better mobilized than in real history. And they were preparing to repel an attack. But still, the training in defense is not very good. The spirit is not very offensive. The aviation is frankly giving in. And the level of training of pilots cannot be compared with the Germans. And the Fritzes have such colossal experience.
  The balance of forces is much worse than in 1941. Then the USSR had four times more tanks and planes, and still fell apart. And now? Now the Germans have an advantage in quality and quantity. And in tanks, the quality is oh so noticeably on the side of the Nazis. And aviation too.
  Maybe that's why the four girls are so pessimistic.
  The warriors don't get turned on at all.
  Natasha, walking on the tree roots and feeling a tingling sensation in her bare feet, noticed:
  - So we showed our backs to the enemies! Or maybe it would have been better to stand up and die with dignity!
  Victoria shook her red head:
  - And what will our death change? Only the Nazis will boast of a new victory!
  Veronica agreed here:
  - That's right! Our death will only add to the fascists' laurels! And we should get the latest weapons and fight the Nazis.
  Oksana noted skeptically:
  - How? There are no weapons against the E-50!
  The girls fell silent... And really, what kind of tank is the E-50? A vehicle with a tight layout, less than two meters and large armor slope angles. A kind of perfection in tank building.
  New generation of vehicles with a gun hydrostabilizer. And the armor is sloped on the sides, front, and rear. Squat type. In principle, the weak point is the bottom of the hull, if you get between the rollers. But you also need to be able to do this. In addition, the Germans hang screens on the tracks - giving double protection.
  So the Fritzes received an optimal tank that even the SU-100, still a rare self-propelled gun, couldn"t take.
  Gas throwers and bomb throwers were used when shelling Soviet positions.
  And now attack aircraft flew over the girls. They clearly threatened to bury the beauties.
  If, of course, they were seen.
  Natasha, baring her face, said:
  - We are all bitches, women - the Fuhrer is not cool!
  And again she grinned in the direction of the Nazis.
  Victoria logically and wittily noted:
  - He is not the first fighter, not even the second!
  Oksana noted seriously:
  - And the "Panther"-2 can be easily taken from the side. It has only 82 mm of armor at a slight angle. It won't be a problem for us!
  Veronica giggled and suggested:
  - Maybe we'll build just such a tank...
  The girls had been walking for several hours without stopping. It was past noon. They could stop and have a snack. People in the USSR did not live very easily, but the economic situation was improving. Some goods were sold at ration prices, very low, some at commercial prices - high.
  The third five-year plan of 1938-1942 was formally even overfulfilled. This was achieved, however, by increasing the length of the working day and draconian punishments for absenteeism. Moreover, the first two five-year plans were formally overfulfilled, but in fact this was not so. The high level of inflation allowed manipulation of statistics.
  But the country was developing quite quickly. Maybe not as fast as the official statistics, but... The indicators were growing. Factories were being built, output was increasing, especially in mechanical engineering. The output of weapons was also increasing.
  Agriculture also contributed. After the initial decline caused by collectivization, collective farms began to operate. More and more tractors, fertilizers, and various implements were produced. Collective farms gradually rose. The fourth five-year plan was planned a little more modestly, so the higher the level. The harder it is to raise this level! But forty-third and forty-fourth years went, at least officially, according to plan. Or even slightly ahead. Overtime work was actively encouraged. And various kinds of loans.
  Agriculture added a little more, and this allowed freezing ration prices for food and increasing the limit for the release of products. Salaries increased somewhat.
  Of course, not everything in the USSR was as perfect as on the movie screens, but life was gradually getting better. Bicycles appeared, and even the first black-and-white televisions in 1944. The first color film about Stalin was also shot, of course. The Moskvich car went into production. Canned goods, sweets, and confectionery were added. Ammonia refrigerators also went on sale.
  That is, there were shifts for the better in the USSR. And the NKVD was no longer as savage as in 1937 and 1938. Of course, the people did not want war. And they were afraid of the Germans.
  The USSR already had a highly developed heavy industry and mechanical engineering. But they had not yet managed to properly replenish the army with cars. Although, of course, compared to 1941, equipment had increased by an order of magnitude. And the number of the army itself had reached eleven million - twice as many as in 1941. And the economy could barely withstand this.
  Stalin managed to create a strong industry, but the Fuhrer had conquered too much, and it was impossible to cope with him. The resources turned out to be completely incomparable.
  But now the USSR was producing good stewed meat. And the girls ate it with pleasure, along with onions and bread.
  Natasha remarked angrily, chewing the meat:
  - Why hasn't the Fuhrer gone to Japan yet? Instead of pestering us!
  Victoria, slapping her bare foot hard on the snag, replied:
  - Impenetrable stupidity!
  Oksana suggested:
  - I think the Fritzes underestimate us! But in reality we should tear this entire Hitlerite pack to pieces!
  Veronica noted with a sigh:
  - We were unlucky... Although the war could have started in 1941. Such rumors were circulating then!
  Victoria nodded in agreement and shook her naked breast, hissing:
  - Probably so! But apparently Yugoslavia and Britain's successes against Italy upset Hitler's plans. But, strictly speaking, it even benefited the Fritzes.
  Natasha crushed an ant with the bare toes of her graceful feet and nodded in agreement:
  - Of course! In 1941, the Third Reich, without heavy tanks and rocket artillery, would have been completely safe for us. We would have swept it away... But the Fritzes raised the bar.
  The girl sighed heavily.
  Victoria looked at Natasha. At her bare, firm breasts and thought: "what a beauty, she is", how great it would be to caress her. But she didn't say it out loud - it really was indecent.
  Veronica logically noted:
  - History has no subjunctive mood... But in general it would have been better to strike in 1940, when the fascists were advancing on France. Then the moment couldn't be more convenient!
  Victoria snorted contemptuously:
  - And break the pact? Stalin won't do that! After all, he gave his word of honor not to attack!
  Natasha laughed and remarked:
  - Oh, how noble we are!
  The girls finished the bread, stew, and onions. They washed it down with sour milk from the flasks. They moved on.
  The roar of engines could be heard somewhere. German tanks were moving. Among them, the largest was the E-100. Speer managed to reject more massive examples. But really, why does a tank need two barrels? It is better to make two lighter tanks with different barrels than one with two, but heavy.
  The E-100 has also been discontinued, but it can still be found in production. Moreover, Hitler also loves mastodons, and ordered to preserve the entire series from E-5 to E-100.
  Quite a mass-produced E-75 machine with a 128-mm gun and a weight of eighty tons. Unified with the E-50 in armor. Hardly the best model, in fact it will even be worse. "Royal Lion" with a 210-mm gun, and a weight of one hundred tons.
  The girls climbed a tall pine tree and watched the tanks. The "Royal Lion" is a powerful and nimble mastodon thanks to its 1800 horsepower engine. The E-100 is also equipped with a powerful engine. The "Sturmlev" is also moving, with a powerful 500-millimeter rocket launcher. This is one of the most effective breakthrough machines.
  The fate of the "Lion" tank itself was ambiguous. It appeared before the "Panther", and managed to fight in Sweden, Switzerland, and during the landing in Britain itself.
  Hitler conquered both Switzerland and Sweden, imposed enslaving agreements on Spain and Portugal. They were forced to abandon their national currency and adopt the mark, thereby falling under the influence of German capital.
  The Lev tank was supposed to be used against America. But the military was not satisfied with the vehicle being too heavy and with a gun that did not fire quickly enough. They preferred the more advanced Panther-2. This vehicle satisfied the military with its armament, and its running characteristics and especially its frontal armor were more than decent. The Panther-2 became the tank that won the war with the USA. And the Lev was used extremely rarely. The Tiger also turned out to be a not very productive tank, barely having time to be seen in battles at the end of 1942. And the Tiger-2 became obsolete as soon as it appeared. The modernized Panther-2, weighing fifty tons, was not inferior to the Tiger-2 in protection and armament, and was superior in running characteristics, weighing eighteen tons less.
  Combat practice has shown that the "Panther"-2 significantly surpasses the "Sherman" in combat qualities, penetrating this vehicle from a long distance, up to three and a half kilometers, and is practically impenetrable in the front and only vulnerable in the side from close range. And that is far from true for all Sherman models.
  America lost to German jet aircraft and Panthers, as well as the earlier E-25, a unique self-propelled gun, only one and a half meters high.
  The US capitulated...
  Natasha stroked her own strawberry nipple. And with a radiant smile she said:
  - Me, you! He, she - together we are a whole country!
  Victoria supported:
  - Together we are a friendly family! In the word we - a hundred thousand I!
  Oksana giggled and, pointing at the mastodons, remarked:
  - Tank "E" is very short and squat. It will be difficult to get it.
  Veronica hissed sadly:
  - May God help us!
  Natasha giggled and chirped:
  - In America for the whole country, in America for the whole country, in America for the whole country - opportunities are equal!
  Fiery Victoria giggled and roared:
  - Opportunities are equal for different strata of society!
  And how he laughs. And how he shows his beautiful teeth.
  Oksana expressed her opinion:
  - When the Germans break away from their supply bases, things will be very bad for them!
  Veronica giggled and suggested:
  - Let's pray then!
  Natasha snorted contemptuously and shook her head:
  - No! We are Komsomol members, which means we are atheists!
  Victoria warned aggressively:
  - And I am a militant atheist! And there is no God - that's a medical fact!
  Veronica noted cautiously:
  - But you can't prove it!
  Victoria responded with an aggressive flash of emerald eyes. And hissed with a grin:
  - I can! If God exists, then he must be responsible. And that means taking care of people. - The red-haired girl aggressively kicked the pine tree trunk with her bare foot. - Is it possible to imagine a phenomenal cosmic intelligence that would not take care of its creation?
  Natasha readily confirmed:
  - That's exactly it! We are to God, like children to the Father, and he doesn't care about us!
  Veronica noted cautiously:
  - But even a caring father punishes his children...
  Natasha giggled in response:
  - But it doesn"t disfigure them!
  Victoria noted angrily:
  - Your God really does have some strange methods of education! For example, He went and drowned all of humanity and even innocent animals. The question arises, what kind of fascist methods are these?
  Oksana added with a smile:
  - And in general, eternal torment in hell... This is also clearly too much, since no methods of justice can justify torture!
  Veronica spread her hands in confusion and said with a sigh:
  - I also think that Noah's flood is clearly too much. But the Earth was filled with sin before the eyes of God...
  Victoria noted with a laugh:
  - Yes, the children started acting up. Father took a machine gun and shot those who were yapping, leaving only those who were sitting quiet as a mouse. - The redhead bared her large teeth. - That's the analogy!
  Veronica shrugged and said quietly:
  - I am not a priest to answer such questions. But I think God had his reasons for this.
  Victoria giggled and noted:
  - Yes... They fell for some reason or for no reason, but everyone seemed to have disappeared!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Maybe the Bible is just a Jewish fairy tale. Why should we believe it?
  Oksana expressed her thoughts:
  - In any case, you must protect your honor. And not count too much on paradise after death!
  Victoria giggled and remarked:
  - Yes... Priests love to tell stories! And not very attractive ones!
  Veronica quietly remarked:
  - But Jesus Christ is quite an attractive image!
  Victoria giggled and shook her head:
  - I would never marry such a pacifist!
  Natasha giggled and remarked:
  - Yes, a man should stand up for himself... And what does the Bible teach? If someone hits you on the right cheek, turn the left one!
  Veronica wanted to say something, but was clearly embarrassed. And then Victoria interjected:
  - A truly strange moral. Sometimes God teaches us to love our enemies, sometimes He drowns all of humanity at once. And how can this be explained?
  Natasha answered herself:
  - I think it"s because the Bible was written by talented dreamers!
  Veronica responded weakly:
  - It depends on how you look at it... But it is impossible to explain the appearance of the Universe other than the existence of God. - Here the girl perked up. She ran her bare, chiseled foot along the bark and continued. - Whatever you say, but it is impossible to find or invent a more convincing version of the origin of the Universe other than that God created it!
  Natasha shrugged and asked:
  - And what is the root cause of the appearance of God?
  Veronica sighed and replied, losing confidence:
  - This is already an axiom... One must accept by faith that God exists. And that he has existed eternally and has no first cause.
  Natasha shook her head:
  - Accept by faith the eternity of God? But I can offer to accept by faith the eternity of the universe, but without the Almighty...
  Veronica logically noted:
  - This seems illogical. How is matter eternal, and where did it come from?
  Victoria immediately retorted:
  - What's logical - God is eternal... And where did he come from!? Especially immediately omnipotent and omniscient?
  Veronica answered with despair:
  - It has always existed... We accept this by faith! But how this is possible is incomprehensible!
  Natasha noticed here:
  - Indeed, we are on equal terms here. Matter also had to come into being somehow. But the incomprehensible is happening. - The girl grinned and confidently noted. - But still, the question of why there is so much evil on earth remains open.
  . CHAPTER #18.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the other pioneers also escaped from the encirclement. The Nazis managed to break through the defenses in other areas. As it turned out, the Red Army hardly knows how to defend itself. And it was really taught to beat the enemy on his own territory and with minimal bloodshed. However, as the war with the Finns showed, the Soviet commanders were the worst at the latter. But defense was not given due attention both in headquarters and during exercises. And as a result, despite the many fortifications dug, the front collapsed.
  The boys and girls in red ties were leaving. Their bare, childish feet were splashing on the fresh grass of late May. The soles of the young Leninists tickled pleasantly.
  And they ran along, and from time to time they shot at the German jet attack aircraft with slingshots. And they began to smoke and fall to the sides.
  Olezhka, this eternal boy and time traveler from the twenty-first century, chirped:
  - Things are pretty tough for us!
  The pioneer boy Sashka, flashing his bare, round heels, green from the grass, agreed:
  - Yes, severe trials await our Fatherland! But we will still win!
  The boy Timur squealed:
  - We will stand firm for our Motherland!
  And the young Leninist threw an explosive packet with his bare toes. And the fighters of the colored army flew off in different directions.
  Pioneer girl Lara giggled and sang:
  What could a Russian warrior be afraid of?
  What doubts will make him tremble!?
  We are not embarrassed by the flame of the color of gloss,
  There is only one answer - don't touch my Rus'!
  
  And with whom else have we fought victoriously?
  Who was defeated by the hand of war!
  Napoleon was beaten in the dark, impenetrable abyss:
  Mamai is in hell with Satan!
  
  We ran to the army of the Commonwealth;
  Port Arthur was quickly recaptured!
  With the Ottoman Empire, powerful and wild;
  And even Friedrich blew away the battle of Russia!
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka objected:
  - There is no Russia now! We are the USSR!
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - But the Nazis, out of habit, call us Russia. So this is a completely possible option!
  And the boy-terminator threw a tiny pea with explosives with his bare heel and knocked down the reconnaissance frame. And this plane - the drone went crazy.
  Boy Genka chirped:
  - We will not give the enemy mercy!
  And the young warriors run again. The pioneer girl Mashka sang:
  Barefoot, only barefoot,
  Under the rocket rain and under the assault of napalm!
  After which the girl stood on her hands and twirled her bare, childish legs!
  This is the pioneer, and the whole team.
  The children ran to the forest and hid there. The treetops were quite thick. And they could rest, and if necessary, make forays. On the way, the young warriors shot several partridges. And after that, they made shashlik and began to fry the juicy meat. These are the pioneers here, and they were not afraid to light fires. Which is extremely cool.
  The young pioneer sang and his voice grew stronger, pouring out a beautiful song:
  We are the pioneers, the knights of the era,
  Which Lenin himself created...
  Believe me, things are going quite well for us.
  And Stalin is the leader and idol of joy!
  
  We will make our world so beautiful,
  So that the wheat in it is ripe and the color of...
  We will make the planet happy with communism,
  Well, the fascists will be swept away with a broom!
  
  Yes, Hitler is very strong in this world,
  It has tanks, tons of planes...
  But I believe the Russian warrior is double-minded,
  Even Satan can't break us!
  
  Here the self-propelled gun moves like a cobra,
  He aims his most powerful sight gun...
  And the boy has only one rifle,
  But his fear has long since passed!
  
  Although we don"t know if heaven is in the sky,
  But we believe that science will resurrect...
  Even though our life is one big lottery,
  We will bring sword and shield to the battle!
  
  And the fate of people will not be evil,
  We will fight our enemies to the end...
  The girl runs into battle completely barefoot,
  Stalin has apparently replaced her father!
  
  I am a boy of the Bolshevik type,
  Who will build communism...
  Now Oleg's strength began to boil,
  Fly up, and not down for a second!
  
  When the thunder of war subsides,
  And again our world and land will bloom...
  Stalin will present us with the highest award,
  And there will be glory, valor and honor!
  The boys sang and their spirits rose. Indeed, the war was just beginning. Oleg Rybachenko remembered from his previous life that that war in 1941 had not started in the best possible way for the USSR. True, the enemy here was much stronger and had much greater potential.
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka said with a sigh:
  We retreated silently for a long time,
  It was a shame - we were expecting a fight!
  Oleg objected:
  - We do have fights! There's nothing to complain about in this regard. But whether they are successful is another question!
  The young pioneer Andreyka sighed and slapped his childish, tanned, scratched foot on the grass:
  - I think life consists of different stripes. Like the course of the war, which means there will be a turning point.
  The boy Timur nodded:
  - Yes, it will be! I believe in it! We were born to win!
  Oleg confirmed:
  - Yes, good must definitely triumph over evil!
  The pioneer girl Masha objected:
  - In fairy tales, yes, but in life, not always. For example, both Genghis Khan and Tamerlane were invincible! And they were not punished in life!
  Andreyka said:
  - There is little justice in the world! Although, for example, Rus' has finally thrown off the yoke of the Horde!
  Sashka grinned and replied:
  - I wouldn't want this yoke to last two and a half centuries! And if we lose, the price will be too high.
  Oleg, running his bare, childish sole across the grass, noted:
  - And the price will be high in any case...
  The boy remembered a game of tanks. There, the Third Reich was confronted by Soviet tanks from real history. But it should be noted that German designers worked on the E series under conditions of an acute shortage of raw materials, time, and under the bombs of strategic aviation. Therefore, in real conditions, the fascists were able to create something better than what they were used to in computer games. In particular, tanks with very high speed and one crew member, and what's more, either a child or a midget.
  So some real problems arose.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Science develops like a tornado,
  We can even conquer space...
  Let us all be a beautiful treasure,
  And even a bull-bear can become a cheetah!
  The girl Katya noticed:
  - It's not funny!
  Oleg stated:
  - We'll hit the enemy some more!
  And the boys began to make new charges from sawdust. They were not going to give in and retreat so easily.
  Oleg remembered that at one time, for example, the Strugatskys did not approve of militarism. And they wrote more peaceful science fiction. In fact, all these wars are really boring. I want something so soulful and funny.
  But for now, we can start by launching a few homemade rockets into the sky so that they can find Hitler's planes in the air.
  Oleg noted that the principle of targeting is actually quite simple, by sound and heat. And this can be done serially. In 1941, the Nazis were not that strong yet. Especially their tank fleet. And it is even surprising that they succeeded in so much. And then in 1943, the fascists seemed to have strengthened, but began to lose.
  However, one of the reasons for the Germans' defeats was Hitler's anti-Semitism, because of which the Third Reich lost many learned men.
  The same "Panther" turned out to be too heavy, labor-intensive to produce, poorly protected from the sides. Which prevented it from becoming the best tank of the Second World War. Maybe "Panther"-2 could have become one, but it did not go into production and thank God...
  Oleg, while assembling rockets to launch at Hitler's planes, thought about it. For example, why is there such injustice in the world? Teenagers are more stupid and aggressive, unbalanced and unrestrained, but at the same time usually physically healthy and beautiful. And with age, people lose both health and beauty, although wisdom, knowledge, and responsibility are added. Is this right? And if this is justice on the part of the Almighty God. Regardless of what God is - Allah, Jehovah, Rod, or Trinity. After all, especially looking at old women - well, it's just disgusting to spoil women like that with age, and turn the fair sex into a terrible one!
  The boy genius launched another rocket into the air. And he also thought about whether killing in war is evil or not?
  Many religions even encourage holy war, but what is it?
  Even if we take the Koran, can the merciful and compassionate Allah approve of killing innocent people? First of all, of course, the civilian population.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  In battle you were a brave horseman,
  In battle like fire...
  But if the spirit is boiling,
  Don't touch the weak!
  And Oleg launched another rocket. His mood was not cheerful, though. People kill each other and for what? Let's take at least the real story, that Hitler and Stalin were not enough territory, that they fought with each other? For what did they do it? Did they want power over the world?
  Oleg remembered a book called "The Last Republic", which explains why the USSR had to conquer the entire world for its own stable existence. Because people naturally prefer personal freedom to totalitarianism. Moreover, Stalin organized mass purges and repressions in the USSR, sowing fear. And people were really afraid when they heard footsteps in the corridors and trembled - were they coming for them?
  The boy and girls worked on the Hitlerite troops and the European and colonial divisions. Here they are flashing with small, childish, pink heels. But will this be able to carry out anything for the Nazis?
  The fascists have very fast, light tanks, covered with heavy armor, which are difficult to deal with. And how they will take and push, with their deadly roller.
  Another very interesting tank is the "Royal Lion", the vehicle is very well armored, up to three hundred and fifty millimeters in the front, and three hundred in the sides, and this is real, it was at high angles, and the devil can penetrate such a tank!
  And the "Royal Lion" itself fires from a bomb launcher and causes destruction of colossal force. This is truly a machine, let's say - a mastodon on tracks.
  Oleg, however, did not lose heart. He made a rocket with a cumulative charge. And he would take it and launch it. It would fly by with great, furious force and explode.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Black belt,
  I am very calm...
  Black belt,
  One man is a warrior in the field!
  Black belt,
  White coat,
  Evil fascists,
  March to hell!
  That's how the young pioneers fought, and at the same time continued to retreat through the forests and swamps. And they splashed with their little, childish, bare feet. And it was easier for them that way, and they moved much more energetically. And if necessary, they could respond to the fascists with very well-aimed volleys.
  Children are, let's say, extremely cool fighters.
  But only Oleg and Margarita are immortal. The soles of others, from running barefoot for so long, become rough, start to crack and bleed. And the veins on their legs bulge. The poor children are in pain, and it is hard, they are starving. If Oleg and Margarita can chew ordinary grass and fresh bark from trees, then normal children have a stomach ache and swell from such feeding, or diarrhea. It is obvious that boys and girls are losing weight before our eyes. And their faces are already sunken, early wrinkles appear, and their ribs are like baskets.
  However, this is still only the beginning of the retreat. But even several days of continuous retreat is hard.
  Oleg thinks about how to counter the enemy's superiority in strength and technology. The Red Army is not very good at defending itself and likes it. It is trained more to attack. But the latter, given the enemy's numerical superiority, is suicidal.
  And the Nazis' machine guns, or rather assault rifles, are better than the Soviets. They have a longer range, weigh less, and the quality of the casting is better. And the bayonet is positioned more rationally to pass between the thighs.
  Here the children attacked a German armored column along the way. And they threw explosive packages at it, made of coal and sawdust. The attack of the boys and girls was barefoot and attacked at night. And they threw grenades, and Oleg and Margarita threw with their bare toes, and tore the cars apart and the armor burst, which was burning. And the soldiers were charred.
  This was deadly.
  The children fought fiercely. And they shot from machine guns, including captured ones. They hit extremely accurately. And they knocked out the Nazis with great effect.
  The boys and girls acted with force. And they fell, letting out bloody fountains, and the corpses burned. Now that was a real fight. And the pioneers, sparkling in the darkness, sparkled with their eyes and heels. Now that was really aggressive.
  The children fight with wild fury, and they acted extremely harshly. And they picked up weapons, and threw grenades. And threw lethal gifts of annihilation. The fury was unconditional. You can't stop the young warriors here.
  The darkness was cut by fiery trails, and smoke was rising. And Hitler's combat kits were exploding.
  And heads were torn off, and heads were smashed in. This is really very murderous action of the pioneers, and they throw with their bare toes bags of ground tree bark, which explode with extraordinary destructive force.
  Timur even fired a grenade launcher and destroyed an armored personnel carrier. And it also began to explode and gush fire. That's a burning effect.
  Seryozhka whistled:
  - Here is a phasmogoria!
  The pioneer girl Masha squeaked:
  - For my holy Motherland!
  One of the German colonels had his arm torn off, and there was a gold watch on it. And Oleg picked it up and made himself a nice present. There were small diamonds on the watch.
  The children slapped their bare feet. They left bloody, graceful steps of boys and girls. And they were such beautiful, wonderful pioneers.
  And so the children moved again, and their mood was high. Oleg thought. But still, Zhirinovsky was weak. He could have become the president of Russia, but he was afraid to criticize Yeltsin. Indeed, if Zhirinovsky criticized someone, he was afraid to touch Borka personally - he had the heart of a hare. And when Mark Goryachev hits him in the face, where is the response? He should have hit him with his fist so that he wouldn't get up. That would have really had an effect.
  Oleg sang with fury:
  I don"t understand how much longer I have to be afraid,
  A strong politician is born for battle...
  Fear is a weakness and therefore,
  He who is afraid is already defeated!
  The children went to the edge of the forest. There they uncorked the captured canned food and chocolate from the Nazis. The latter, by the way, was not ersatz, but the most natural and therefore delicious. The canned food included whale meat, fish, and pork. And even more expensive ones, made from elephant trunks. This is not just sprats in tomato sauce. This is truly good food.
  The children ate and felt heavy. Oleg went to sleep and had such an interesting dream.
  It's like Fat Cat's gang is helping the orcs attack the USSR. It's a fairy tale.
  Oleg didn't like killing white soldiers - especially Germans, a nation that could be admired, especially before it was corrupted by liberal democratic rule. And here he had to kill orcs - hairy bears. And this should be noted well.
  Here Fatso and a lousy cat, a mole, and some crocodile are trying to throw their trinkets from the sky. But in response, the brave children launched a special rocket filled with moon dust. And it flies up and hits the fat cat. He, having received a crushing blow, bursts. And crumbles into small bubbles.
  After which, as if on cue, the orcs went on the attack. They were climbing both as a foot horde and as tank columns. It looked extremely cool. And the orcs' fur was burning when the brave pioneers used flamethrowers. That's some destruction.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  We are children of the cosmic world,
  Capable of defeating evil bears...
  In the name of Shakespeare's pen,
  One, Motherland, Lada and Mother!
  Margarita Korshunova confirmed:
  - We will really fight for our mother! And our mother is the Motherland!
  And the girl took and threw an explosive package that scattered the harmful creatures in all directions. This was truly a fierce battle. And the metal literally burned. And explosions were heard.
  The orcs were hit with a Grad and that also made an impression.
  Oleg noted with a very sweet look:
  - We are both natural and technical.
  The lizard from Tostopuz's gang tried to attack, but Margarita, with a wave of her magic wand, enclosed it in a bubble. Which turned out extremely well. And then the lizard turned into a candy - Kinder Surprise. By the way, so delicious and aromatic.
  The children shook their magic wands again. And deadly pulsars flew out of them. They hit the orcs with all their might.
  These are wonderful young fighters. And they use tanks against the enemy, punch them in the jaw. And the orcs have it tough.
  Oleg sang:
  It's been so long since I've been here,
  I'll fall on the grass...
  I'll look at the clear sky,
  And I will understand that I am alive!
  And with his bare toes the boy threw a destructive pea of annihilation. And that's how it went. And the children mowed down the orcs with great force and crushing energy. And then, as they sang in one song - do not spare the orcs, exterminate their bastards, crush them like bedbugs - beat them like cockroaches!
  Well, the powerful magical streams emitted by the children's special forces spread beyond all measure. And it was such that it could not be stopped.
  Margarita took it and chirped:
  The son of the earth will answer - no,
  I will not remain a slave to bears...
  I believe freedom will flourish,
  The wind will refresh the fresh wound!
  
  For the Fatherland free in battle,
  The great Svarog himself calls...
  Rise up, valiant knight, early in the morning,
  The darkness will go away and the roses of May will bloom!
  And this is how the brave and unbending children acted. And how they fought with rage, and frenzy, and at the same time prudently.
  So woe to anyone who encounters children's special forces. And even more so to the orcs. How they are knocked out and thrashed.
  Oleg responded by knocking down another batch of nasty bears:
  - We fight for glory, for honor, and the Motherland. But as one singer said, even the Motherland is sometimes ugly!
  Margarita, having cut down a dozen orcs with a burst of machine gun fire, confirmed:
  - Especially under Stalin! People bowed to the mustachioed one - may he fall to hell!
  And the children just burst out laughing. Their mood became more and more upbeat. This is truly colossal, childish pressure. And you can't give and you can't take. Not children, but something super.
  And if they start to crush the orcs, then swords and magic wands come into play. You won't be able to resist here.
  The boy Petka took it and chirped:
  The planet has recognized our greatness,
  Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword...
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  The people of the whole country are marching towards communism!
  The girl Lara objected:
  - Better not the whole country, but the planet!
  After which the children burst into laughter. And Oleg immediately started shooting pulsars from two magic wands. And started burning the enemies. This is really a super effect. And the enemy can't resist such power. And the young warriors roast the orcs really well. And they make shashlik out of bears.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Hovering over the world,
  Pitchless darkness...
  Evil orc sadist,
  Got it in the snout!
  After which the kids started hitting the tanks again. And turning them into cakes, and mountains of donuts, or lollipops that also grew into a mound. Wow - just awesome. And what don't the young warriors do?
  It's a real space saga. And they'll take a turn and hit us with pulsars. And a mass of orcs was thrown up, flew there, and literally crumbled into ashes.
  The pioneer boy Seryozhka chirped:
  - One, two, three - bald Fuhrer, die!
  After which the girl Olka took and chirped, first of course launching a pea of death at the orcs with her bare, sharpened foot:
  There will be a city on Venus,
  Let's crush our enemies...
  Not an ugly chimera
  We will win without further ado!
  And the girl starts to squeal. And then she spits. And her saliva burns the orcs like acid. And they literally get charred. Not a girl - a real terminator!
  The boy Sashka, scribbling at the orcs, his weapon more reminiscent of a harp than a machine gun, scribbled:
  Me, you, he, she,
  The whole country together...
  Together we are a friendly family,
  In the word we are a hundred thousand I!
  And the children stamped their feet on the grass. And the orc tanks flew up into the air. There they turned over and fell upon the hordes of stinking and hairy bears. Now that was a real crush of the highest level, so to speak. And how the whole armada was being cut and maimed. Well, the young terminators took care of the orcs. And they are thrashing them so hard - there is no let-up.
  Oleg said, sending a pulsar from his bare, childish heel:
  - The heavens burst into flames and with a roar rushed from there, knocking off the heads of kings, and killing the orcs not in vain, we children show a miracle!
  And the young warriors will whistle in unison. The ravens, having suffered a heart attack, fall into a knockout, and smash the skulls of numerous orcs. And let out countless fountains of blood. This is truly deadly. And when there is a fierce raven attack. Really death to the enemies.
  Margarita noted:
  - When you are strong, you are readily recognized as the most beautiful!
  The boy-terminator Pavlik noted:
  - There are no ugly children, there are only short-sighted old people who cannot discern the youthful greatness of the soul that is striving towards the vastness of the mega-universe!
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Stalin-Gron was at a loss in the meantime. The forces of the fascists and this entire coalition were too great. They were coming from all sides. And you can't even play a progressor - you're not an expert in high technologies. Yes, he knows how to make an atomic bomb in general terms, but Kurchatov and others also know this. And that's not enough. The devil is in the details, and in the fact that you need to get a significant amount of depleted uranium. And process it into plutonium. And that's also serious.
  An interesting idea is active armor. It is good against cumulative shells. But the Germans are already developing it. And they have very fast guns. But a cumulative attack is a combat attack. And this will include active armor.
  Stalin-Gron got tired and looked at the TV screen. Still a black-and-white device.
  He watched it as if it were interesting in the cinema. They showed the pioneers there. Something like "Timur and his team". Only a little different. Not according to Gaidar. There they fought with some bourgeois, under the swastika. True, the swastika was not Hitler's, but a modified one.
  By pioneers we mean boys no older than thirteen years old, barefoot, and in ties, in shorts, and extremely funny.
  It seems like the battles are going on with great intensity, and at the same time, bare, children's heels are flashing. And boys are jumping over the soldiers. They are tying them up with ropes. Or even throwing a net.
  This is really a smart move... Stalin-Gron winced and noted with a sad look:
  - No! This needs to be shown seriously!
  Voznesensky, the most talented people's commissar, made a report. Teenagers were put to work at the machines. And women, and others... There was a draft into the army, and the working day was extended to twelve hours, and in practice even more.
  Plus, cards have already been introduced. We should hurry...
  The worst thing is that if in 1941 in real history, time worked for the USSR, now the enemy has a colossal advantage in resources. And Minsk has already fallen. And Lvov has been captured by both the Nazis and Banderites. Fights are underway for Riga, Vilnius has fallen. So the situation is dire. Yerevan has already been surrounded. Batumi has been taken.
  And Vladivostok is surrounded. And Khabarovsk is almost taken. The situation is difficult - especially in the center. The Germans have taken Slutsk, and Bobruisk, and Borisov, crossed the Berezina, and are approaching the Dnieper.
  Stalin-Gron looked at the map and asked Vasilevsky, the Chief of the General Staff:
  - So what can you advise, strategist?
  The marshal answered, not too confidently:
  - Perhaps the best option is to withdraw the troops behind the Dnieper. In this case, we will take up defensive positions behind the river, and a wide river at that. This will give us the opportunity to slow down the enemy.
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - And in Ukraine, should we also withdraw troops beyond the Dnieper? And leave so much territory.
  Vasilevsky noted:
  - Odessa is cut off! But it can still hold out. But the Nazis have an overwhelming advantage at sea. And we won't be able to hold it, supply by water is impossible. The enemy has even landed in Crimea. And he is strong there. The enemy is not only stronger in numbers, but also has higher quality equipment. And here it is best to sit in a deep defense and try to inflict as many losses on the enemy as possible!
  Stalin-Gron noted:
  - If we switch to passive defense, it will be worse. After all, you can't behave passively. Vasilevsky, have you ever played chess?
  The marshal replied in confusion:
  -Very rarely, too little free time. And what about the great one?
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  - Another brilliant Russian chess player Chigorin: to have the initiative means to have an advantage! And in chess, what is interesting is that it is much more difficult to defend than to attack. And a player makes more mistakes precisely in defense!
  Vasilevsky shrugged his shoulders and replied:
  - It would be better to turn to Mikhail Moiseevich Botvinnik for advice here. By the way, there are rumors that Hitler consults on strategic issues with the world chess champion Alexander Alekhine.
  Stalin-Gron grinned. In this world, Alekhine is still the world champion, he beat Keres in the match. And then the American Fine. And he is still the world champion. And he doesn't drink, like in real history. But the match with Botvinik was real. However, one way or another, it was postponed. Stalin was not sure of Moiseevich's victory, and apparently wanted to wait until Alekhine grew old. In the meantime, Botvinnik is a multiple USSR champion and clearly the strongest. Although Breunstein is growing up, and Smyslov is very strong, Boleslavsky is not bad. And there will be others too... And Alekhine is a good fellow - still at his best at fifty-four. And he may even beat Lasker's record.
  Stalin-Gron responded harshly:
  - Stop blabbering nonsense! Can you create a tank better than the German one in the shortest time?
  Voznesensky answered honestly:
  - It's not realistic to do it in the shortest time. They are ahead of us technologically. It is possible to make an atomic bomb. For example, a dirty one, but that also takes time.
  Stalin-Gron said in a harsh tone:
  - We need a self-propelled gun. For one person, who is positioned prone and fast. We need gas turbine engines. Understand?
  Voznesensky replied:
  - We have been working on this for a long time. It is clear that if the Germans have this, then we should have it too. We, Comrade Stalin, are people with understanding!
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  - Speed up the work as much as possible. And force the launch of serial production! You understand this!
  The People's Commissar nodded his head:
  - I understand, great one! You are a genius!
  Voznesensky left Stalin's office. Vasilevsky left too. The leader decided to listen to Beria. He was working on the atomic bomb. It was not for nothing that Botvinnik said: in a bad position - all moves are bad! Indeed, what to do now and where to strike? The enemy dominates the air and watches all the roads. It is very difficult to strike suddenly. And then, of course, the atomic bomb is like a drowning man clutching at a straw.
  But even if an atomic bomb were to be made, it would need to be produced in large quantities. And in real history, even under Stalin, the bomb was produced at a slow pace in peacetime. And here, would the USSR have a few months? How could one get into trouble and expose oneself?
  And we still need to deliver the missiles to the cities of Germany. And even if we succeed, it is not a fact that the frenzied Fuhrer will calm down. Or he may even go completely berserk. Although the atomic bomb impressed the Japanese. But it should be borne in mind that by this time, the land of the rising sun was already on the verge of defeat, having lost ninety percent of its navy. And plus the USSR entered the war.
  And by the end of the world war, sixty countries were already fighting against Japan, and it was ready for a compromise peace. But not for capitulation. Now that was an interesting idea.
  An atomic bomb is like a straw to a drowning man.
  Beria was delayed, and Stalin-Gron met with Zhukov.
  This marshal came up with an idea:
  - We need to strike at Turkey. More precisely, at its troops. They are not as combat-ready as the German or even Japanese, and we can achieve success. And for the strike we need to use all the reserves of the headquarters.
  The Supreme Commander shrugged and replied:
  - I've already thought about it. It might help morally. But the front is cracking at the seams. If the enemy in the center crosses the Dnieper, then Moscow will be threatened. We need to build a defense there!
  Zhukov suggested:
  - Let's abandon the militias!
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  - The militias are a bit of a loose plug! Although there is something to it. We need to draft people into the army from the age of fourteen. And create female units, especially snipers and pilots.
  Zhukov answered with a smile:
  - It already exists!
  The Supreme One growled:
  - But we need even more! We need female buildings. And children can be put to work at the machines from the age of ten. If necessary, we'll slip a box. And school can wait!
  Zhukov nodded:
  - It is possible, comrade Stalin. In Britain, not so long ago, people started working from the age of five. So it is possible for children to work at the machines. Moreover, we have a lot of them. Abortions are prohibited, contraceptives are not available, so many children were born, but still, such workers...
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  - True, not really workers. Well, it will be very cool. We will mobilize everyone. Which will be an extremely big success!
  The marshal asked:
  - Preparing a blow to the enemy, O great one? All armies will be given for this!
  The Supreme confirmed:
  - They will be given! Get ready! And we will hit the enemy!
  Zhukov left the office. Yakovlev was next. The talented designer noted with a sweet look:
  - We are creating jet aviation! And the Yak-23 will be a good fighter! Small in size and cheap!
  Stalin-Gron noted with a sarcastic look:
  - And what will its weapons be? Powerful enough?
  Yakovlev answered confidently:
  - We will arm it with rockets, and if they are heat-guided, it will compensate for the lack of weapons!
  Stalin-Gron nodded with a smile:
  - It's good - missiles that are guided by heat. But it's even better to use radar, with a friend-or-foe system. This is what needs to be developed quickly. What are the problems?
  Yakovlev replied:
  - There are problems... In particular, in the sensitivity of the element that needs to hunt for cars that rush at high speeds. And German planes are jet and very fast. The most important thing is to buy time for at least a few months!
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  - I am not limiting you in resources, but I am limiting you in time. We really need to take and create a thermal missile. Moreover, we also need a Luftfaust-type installation - but one that aims at heat. That is, a PZR like "Strela".
  Seeing that Yakovlev did not understand, the Supreme Commander clarified:
  - We will call this hand-held complex an arrow, and it will really blow up planes! And helicopters too!
  Yakovlev nodded:
  - We will redouble our efforts, and I think we will do everything that Comrade Stalin orders - oh great genius!
  The leader-time traveler noted:
  - And we need surface-to-air missiles! We must show the enemy our outstanding level. And these missiles should be guided to aircraft by radar!
  Yakovlev exclaimed with admiration:
  - Your insight, the greatest genius, amazes me!
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  - Well, if you can't handle it... Then you know me! You'll be a real chop and camp dust!
  The designer and deputy commissioner shouted:
  - We are glad to try, oh greatest of the greatest!
  After which the leader and supreme let him go. And listened to the news from the front line. Fresh. And not joyful yet. It seems that the Nazis are already storming Orsha and Mogilev, and their units, especially on high-speed self-propelled guns, have crossed the Dnieper.
  The biggest problem is not heavy, and especially super-heavy tanks, but light, but very fast machines. The Germans also use the tactic of attacking on motorcycles. And this Know-How generally works well for the enemy. Although the Red Army had time to dig fortifications, this does not always work.
  Especially if there are many motorcycles. Besides, it is easier to overcome minefields. Less chance of being blown up by mines on a narrow wheel. And climbed at all speeds.
  Stalin-Gron said:
  - Well, what do we do, fight in the shadows!
  Beria arrived in his marshal's uniform. He is effectively the second person in the state. Wow.
  Stalin-Gron asked:
  - Is there order in the troops?
  Beria replied with a grin:
  - Special units are working! Your decision to create blocking detachments is working! Although there are problems. Somehow not all even from the NKVD open fire on their own fleeing troops. They feel sorry!
  The Supreme One replied:
  - Opening fire on your own is only necessary in the most extreme cases. In this case, be careful and avoid unnecessary casualties. But at the same time, spread as many rumors as possible.
  Beria noted:
  - Despite the harsh decrees, there are still many who surrender. Maybe we should really hold several public executions of the families of those who surrendered. We could even hang them publicly!
  Stalin-Gron asked doubtfully:
  - Are you ready to hang children?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs replied:
  - Why didn't they hang them before? Or didn't our ancestors hang them? Especially boys!
  Stalin-Gron replied:
  - According to the law, criminal liability begins at the age of ten. Don't hang those who are younger!
  Beria nodded his bull neck:
  - Let's take and solve this problem too! In particular, we try to interrogate children without maiming them!
  Stalin-Gron muttered:
  - Yes, you should be careful with children. If you fry their heels, lubricate the surface of the children's feet with Vaseline, and place the burner further away. It will be painful, but at the same time safe for health!
  Beria also spoke about the atomic bomb:
  - If we have time, we can make a bomb. But we also need uranium, and you can't get it and enrich it that quickly, and there's a lot more. If we can hold out, it will take a couple of years!
  Stalin-Gron growled:
  - And we don't have two years. This must be done as quickly as possible! There is already a defense plan, but the forces are too few. High-speed German self-propelled guns are very dangerous in a breakthrough. They reach speeds of hundreds of kilometers.
  Beria noted with a sigh:
  - I am not a military expert, but as a marshal I understand a few things.
  You can hold the line behind the Dnieper. But you need big forces. And the front is cracking. They are bombing us thoroughly and the factories need to be moved underground. And as deep as possible underground. So that they can't get to us.
  Stalin-Gron stated:
  - Well, these are details. I'm interested in something else. - And here the Chairman of the State Defense Committee lowered his voice and continued. - And could your eagles, for example, organize an assassination attempt on Adolf Hitler?
  Beria chuckled and replied:
  - It is possible, oh great one. Although the Fuhrer has powerful security and he is afraid of an assassination attempt. But at the same time, Hitler loves entertainment. And he likes gladiator fights.
  Stalin-Gron reported with fury:
  - If the Fuhrer is removed, a power struggle may break out. Goering is apparently ill - he took too much morphine. And this will create chaos and benefit the USSR against the Third Reich!,
  Beria replied:
  - We will try to do everything possible and impossible, oh great one! Although something like this is not easy! There were attempts on your life too, but we prevented them.
  Stalin-Gron nodded:
  - I know that! In the meantime, several NKVD divisions must be transferred to the most dangerous sections of the front!
  Beria left the office, and the leader again began giving orders to various departments.
  In particular, the idea of creating hand-held means to combat enemy aircraft such as the Stinger or Strela was interesting. Especially since he knew some of the technological details. And this knowledge could be used.
  Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky was in his place. But Zhukov was not quite there. There were mistakes under him too. The most important thing is that the army is poorly trained to fight defensively. It thinks about the offensive all the time.
  In particular, Gron read "Icebreaker" by Suvorov-Rezun in his time. In general, a logical work, although there are many inaccuracies. Where did Suvorov-Rezun in particular come from, that the IS-2 could not be penetrated head-on by the "Royal Tiger" tank? In fact, the Soviet tank had a 100-millimeter thick frontal armor of the turret without rational angles of inclination and it could be penetrated from 740 meters even by the T-4, not to mention more powerful tanks. "Royal Tiger" penetrated the IS-2 from three kilometers. The Soviet tank itself penetrated the German machine from six hundred meters in the front during tests in 1945.
  And that was using later blunt-tipped projectiles, and it should not be forgotten that the quality of the armor on the King Tiger fell towards the end of the war.
  And the English "Churchill" is not a bad tank at all. The frontal armor is 152 mm, the side armor is 95 mm. In the battles on the Kursk Bulge, the German "Panthers" and "Tigers" did not take the "Churchill" head-on, and only the "Ferdinands" with an 88 mm gun and a barrel length of 71 EL penetrated it.
  During the offensive, the Nazis also used American equipment. But it must be said that the E-series tanks are much better than other models.
  There is also the English "Tortilla", with a more powerful gas turbine engine. It is a dangerous self-propelled gun. And it is powerfully armed and decently armored on all sides, especially on the forehead. It is not so easy to penetrate.
  We need recoilless vehicles to fight these tanks. We need to use dynamo-reactive artillery. That would be a serious trump card.
  Stalin-Gron issued several more orders. In particular, to use cars with kamikaze soldiers. Cheap and easy to produce one-and-a-half-ton trucks to be filled with explosives and rammed into the enemy. This does not work against high-speed self-propelled guns, but it can work against heavy vehicles. The Germans have not only light equipment. They also have E-100 tanks, and even E-200 tanks, against which this can be used. Well, and kamikaze planes. As the Japanese did.
  Is it true that there are so many people in the USSR willing to give their lives for the Motherland? In any case, new technologies are needed. In particular, grenades. And or machine guns. But a machine gun that is newer and more modern than the Kalashnikov, the Abakan, even in the twenty-first century could not be launched into serial production, what can we say about doing it now? Even in conditions when the enemy is advancing. Isn't it better to bet on the OK?
  Kalashnikov is not the most important designer, but the assault rifle was named after him because of his beautiful Russian surname. There were too many Jews among the designers. The weapon is generally reliable and relatively simple, but the aiming at long range is weak.
  The Germans were stronger in this regard. And their Mauser rifle shot much more accurately than the Russian Mosin. Which created problems both in the First World War and even earlier in the Russo-Japanese War. Although compared to the Japanese rifle, the Mosin was still better - especially in hand-to-hand combat.
  Gron could not understand and this caused a feeling of great annoyance, how we Russians could lose to the Japanese! So that there would be such a great shame!
  And this is where all the troubles of the Russian empire began!
  Well, okay, the USSR will have the OKA, and that's not bad. It would be good to make high-speed self-propelled guns. The Red Army doesn't have a gas turbine engine yet. And in real history, a gas turbine engine was only used on the T-80 tank, already during Gorbachev's time. And so they preferred diesel. And the T-90 is the same T-72, only with two tons more armor.
  Of course, the armor changed. New generations appeared. But Gron didn't pay much attention to tanks. He knew about dynamic protection, but he had no idea about modern multilayer armor. It seems there is ceramics there too. Although, can you protect yourself from shells with ceramics?
  The Nazis have ammunition with a uranium core. Not only are they very dense and armor-piercing, but they also have an incendiary effect. So if they start shooting, it won't seem like much.
  It's hard to fight against such a technologically powerful opponent.
  And also very numerous. In the war that was in real history, let's say "Panther", and stronger than T-34, but inferior in numbers. And here the enemy has an overwhelming advantage in numbers. But the situation is getting worse.
  Stalin-Gron gave additional orders. Formation of divisions from teenagers from fourteen years old. And even auxiliary units from ten. Mobilization in Central Asia. Well, and introduction of the death penalty for false documents that allow to dodge mobilization. And this had to be done.
  We'll put everyone under arms. By the way, there are a lot of rifles in the Red Army. And to this day, at least not all units have switched to submachine guns.
  Tank T-34-85 this machine is now being mass produced. But its caliber is weak against German tanks of the E series, and this is only the beginning. It would be more promising to create T-54 tanks. And they are working on them. But not in series yet. Although the caliber of 100 millimeters is weak. I would like something more. However, if the shells are made cumulative, then the caliber will be 100 millimeters.
  Stalin-Gron also decided to stop producing children's summer shoes. Let boys and girls go barefoot in warm weather. This hardens the soles and strengthens the feet. And the savings are significant. In the Middle Ages, even the children of dukes ran barefoot in the summer and got sick less often - they were hardened. And there is nothing to say about the peasants.
  Corporal punishment in schools should also be legalized. In fact, it already exists, but it is formally prohibited. So why shouldn't boys and girls be beaten on their bare heels with sticks? Or spanked, and in public. This is good upbringing. And children should work more.
  Even in kindergartens you can collect Faustpatrones. Such weapons are, let's say, not bad. And they can hit both tanks and infantry. What is extremely cool about this thing.
  Stalin-Gron gave another order... The families of all those captured are subject to arrest and slave labor, regardless of age. And the factories are to be urgently evacuated underground. And to such a depth that missiles and bombs cannot reach them. The Germans have good ballistic missiles. They penetrate deep due to their high kinetic energy. Therefore, the factories must be camouflaged, their location kept secret, and they must be dug deeper. But at the same time, ventilation must not be forgotten. So that the workers do not suffocate, and there are a lot of children there. Who will slap with their little bare feet, and with soles dark from dirt.
  Stalin-Gron also met with Khrushchev. He was responsible for agriculture. He was an ambiguous personality. On the one hand, he freed millions of people from the camps and rehabilitated nations. But on the other hand, he undermined faith in both the party and Stalin. Which was not worth doing.
  Nikita cheerfully assured the leader that everything was fine with food. Moreover, in recent years they had even lowered prices. The last five years in the Soviet economy had been good. And not bad in agriculture either. True, this was achieved thanks to the collective farmers. There were many tractors, melioration was developing, mineral fertilizers were being produced. In general, there was more meat and milk.
  Nikita even noted:
  - Cards, oh great one, don't even need to be introduced! There's enough food for everyone! We'll even feed Europe!
  Stalin-Gron said sternly:
  - I know better! Besides, the tractors will be confiscated for military purposes. And we need a lot of powerful engines. Got it? Work before they shoot you! Or even worse, hang you!
  Khrushchev responded with pathos:
  - We do everything possible and impossible to lead the country to communism and great victories. This is truly your genius...
  The Supreme Commander growled:
  - Compensates for your sluggishness! Prepare the gallows!
  And Stalin-Gron laughed, and Nikita Khrushchev blushed with fear. But the Leader ordered:
  - Mobilize the collective farmers and prepare them for war. We will need significant forces. And we will need to drive the horde back!
  Khrushchev muttered:
  - To the west or to the south?
  Stalin-Gron kicked the People's Commissar and growled:
  - The gallows awaits you! I haven't forgotten anything!
  And Nikita gave God legs. And why did he dare to expose the leader? And the leader continued to issue new orders. In particular, more female pilots in aviation. Women on an airplane are class. And in a tank too. Especially if she is small. And why not put children in tanks and self-propelled guns. Also a great idea. Maybe even from the age of ten, which is good, no, just a great idea.
  . CHAPTER #20.
  
  The warrior girls continued to fight. They tried to lure the Nazis into traps while retreating. Among the fighters, Elena, who fought on a T-34-85, especially distinguished herself. From its barrel, she sent shells quite accurately at the high-speed German self-propelled guns. Just imagine a vehicle with only one crew member, and a prone one at that, of small stature. And how difficult it is to hit. And the armor with large angles of rational inclination and even then a ricochet occurs.
  But Elena managed to hit the targets in her morally obsolete machine. In an offensive, Hitler's small but fast self-propelled guns are the biggest problem. And they are also tenacious, I must say. Try to shoot one down. You need a special angle here.
  Elizaveta was also a shooter. And only four girls fought on the tank. And they could work miracles on such an outdated machine.
  You have to hit the side, and penetrate it thoroughly. And that's not easy at all.
  At that speed the German has. And so that it doesn't ricochet. And the shell must be cumulative.
  True, it is not easy for the enemy to hit you at high speed. And you also need to be able to camouflage the tank. Here the girls Elena, Elizaveta, Ekaterina and Efrosinya were great masters.
  They used the color scheme of butterflies and grass, and they succeeded. Very nimble beauties. And they had a trick - to fight barefoot and in bikinis. It's a very good idea, it's much more agile.
  And the girls are beautiful and, let's say, muscular. And their necks are strong, their abs are laid out like slabs, like chocolate bars. And they love to run in bikinis even in the snow in the cold. And in this way, the warrior girls toughen up. And so nimble and gorgeous.
  Elizabeth noted with a sweet look:
  - In some way we are angels!
  Ekaterina took it and sang along:
  Angels of goodness, two white wings,
  Two white wings!
  Love is not dead, love is not dead,
  Let the country be famous!
  Elena fired at the Nazis with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Communism will defeat fascism, because good always triumphs over evil!
  Euphrosyne noted:
  - In a fairy tale, yes, and in a movie, but not always in life! And fairy tales are different. In some, the ending is not so good!
  The girls fired again... The war was not going quite the way they wanted. More precisely, the entire USSR. But it was clear that the whole world was against them. Hitler threw in colossal forces, and then there was Japan. How could they resist that? Such enormous power was coming at them.
  And the E series tanks are good. They are fast, well protected and armed. The Panther-4 tank is very fast... Forty-five tons, and the engine is one and a half thousand horsepower - a gas turbine. There is also the Tiger-4, which cannot be penetrated from any angle. The armor is also sloped.
  The Soviet troops are having a hard time. They are being squeezed tightly, like mice in a cage. But they are trying to resist. True, there are many prisoners. And let's face it, many are surrendering. The fascists have a lot of aircraft. And unlike the war in real history, it flies across the entire territory of the USSR. And there is no salvation from it.
  Among the bombs there are also incendiary napalm ones. The Nazis even dropped leaflets showing Moscow and the Kremlin burning.
  True, Stalin himself and his entourage are deep underground. There, under Moscow, many passages were dug even under Ivan the Terrible. And under Stalin, they built a whole city.
  So the top brass has a place to hide. It's so deep here that even nuclear weapons can withstand it.
  And the girls don't hide, they disguise themselves and fight. They act very energetically and intelligently.
  Elena fired again, knocked out the self-propelled gun and sang:
  Girls never give up,
  They are almost naked and barefoot...
  And the youthful years will not fade away,
  And the beauties' heads are not gray!
  The girls are acting energetically here too... But these are tanks. And another crew of warriors is fighting on a SU-100, and this self-propelled gun has more powerful armament and is therefore more effective. It looks like it can be counted on as a relatively good machine. The battles are very intense. The girls are shooting. And they are hitting quite accurately. And again they are also barefoot and in bikinis. Warrior Oksana answered with a sweet look, baring her pearly teeth and cooed:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang, that"s why it is called Rus' in all centuries!
  Tamara, another girl on drying out, and also almost naked, answered with a smile:
  - I am a Tatar, but at the same time a Soviet person!
  Oksana asked with a smile:
  - Are you a Muslim?
  Tamara shook her head:
  - No, I am a Soviet person! I am a Komsomol member, and faith is a tool for exploitation of the working class - by various oppressors! Be it a bey or a gentleman. And what about a priest, a mullah, a priest, a guru, all serve one purpose - to deceive and fool people!
  Veronica confirmed:
  - As Lenin said: God is just an illusion, but it is a very harmful illusion, it fetters the mind!
  Oksana corrected:
  - It wasn't Lenin who said that, but Plekhanov! Although I agree with him!
  Anfisa noted with a smile:
  - Yes, that's true... But when you girls grow old and death approaches, won't you be afraid to die? And then you will believe in God!
  Tamara smiled and replied:
  - Yes, old women are more religious. But here's the question - why would God turn beautiful girls into old women? No Sultan needs old women, but he needs young and beautiful girls. And why do they think that if Allah existed, he would allow women to be disfigured like that?
  Oksana took it and nodded:
  - Yes, that's right! Old women are so disgusting. I literally shudder at the thought that I could become like that myself. That's truly awful.
  Anfisa agreed:
  - When you look at them, you experience a gag reflex!
  And the girls fired the cannon again. They try to camouflage their self-propelled gun and do it skillfully. It should be noted that although the self-propelled gun has a more powerful gun, it is more difficult to hit due to the lack of a rotating turret. Yes, this is a problem.
  Veronica sang with fury:
  Past the Nazi bitches,
  Past the poor and sick old women!
  The girls will pass, the Fuhrer will be killed,
  Hitler will be kaput!
  And the girls just burst out laughing. And their laughter is so cheerful and mischievous. These are beautiful and delightful girls. And they fight with frenzy and fury. You can't do anything against them.
  The girls show their fangs as always. And the German tank "Panther-4" is burning, it is fast, but its sides are weakly protected. And it can be taken with a hundred-millimeter cannon from a long distance. Now that's really cool.
  The girls started singing again with great enthusiasm:
  The formidable girl sows death,
  All that's left for the Fritzes to do is simply die!
  Samurai, too, know that they will get it in the forehead,
  Even the Japanese God can't do it!
  
  Komsomolskaya Pravda is a formidable path,
  All enemies will be killed with nail bullets...
  Hitler will burn in hell forever,
  The strongest in the world is the Russian bear!
  
  The Fritzes will never break Russia,
  The beast of prey and the thief will be destroyed...
  Barefoot girls run boldly into battle,
  This means that the Germans will suddenly be kaput!
  
  Samurai, you too will be beaten hard,
  I see you look very pale...
  You thought you could simply conquer Russia,
  And now the hunter has turned into the game!
  
  People don't like to talk nonsense,
  I believe that the Holy Lord himself will love us...
  The Almighty will give you a generous sip of the cup,
  I believe the thread of our life will not be broken!
  
  The warriors of Christ sow grace,
  And the enemies of the Fatherland simply die...
  With us is the eternal Lenin - a strong man,
  Let's be in communism, we are in the coming century!
  
  Every evil must be paid for,
  And it will be great to live in red Russia...
  We will have a great feast in Berlin,
  And when the time comes, we will attack!
  
  I believe that the wise Stalin will become the king of all,
  And we will grind the fierce fascists into dust...
  The mad Fritzes have broken loose from their chains...
  And now the Nazis are clearly broke!
  
  What are you wandering around like, Hitler, you'll start roaring like a wolf,
  And now the killer has become like a louse...
  We believe there will be a sea, there will be a hurricane,
  And the Fuhrer got a bomb in the drum!
  
  These are the kind of people who do great things,
  The Fatherland has blossomed, a wise country...
  We won't build communism soon, I believe,
  Even though rabid fascism is advancing!
  
  A barefoot girl is top class,
  He'll give the Nazis a hard kick in the horns!
  Don't be stupid, the Fritz girls have started up,
  The Red planes soared into the sky!
  Here the warriors sang while shooting from their cannon. They did it very accurately, and aimed with their bare, sharpened feet.
  These girls are so combative and tough. And the Germans' strategy sometimes slips, too, thanks to the heroic resistance of the beauties.
  Well, the "Andryushas" also hit - powerful jet systems, though not very accurate. But they knock out the enemy thoroughly. And here too, there are girls with bare feet. And so beautiful and sexy.
  Here, Andryusha's rockets rush into the sky with a roar. This is a crushing blow. And they leave fiery trails on a black background. And they hit the fascists. True, the nimble self-propelled guns manage to move. After all, they accelerate at hundreds of kilometers per hour.
  The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - For the USSR! We will set an example for everyone!
  The beauties turned out wonderful. And of course they have a minimum of clothes. Now that's a fascinating fight.
  The girls, let's say, are the most magnificent. And then one of them launched a ball with explosives. It bounced several times, knocked down a row of Hitler's soldiers and froze. And then it exploded. And soldiers and their fragments flew in all directions.
  That's how the girls started acting very aggressively and on a grand scale. These are the fighting Russian women. They did such a thing. And they really do it.
  And with their bare toes they throw charges of colossal destructive power. These are very tough girls. You could say that they are painted beauties.
  Girls are awesome. And the balls are flying again...
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova shows her top class. And they act very beautifully. And the young red-haired woman took and hit the German. And managed to hit the jet machine with a 37-millimeter caliber. And the girl controlled the machine with the help of her bare feet. This girl is just super. And her red hair is like fire.
  She fought in the Russo-Japanese War in the tsarist times. Well, that's why she's a witch. Such an evil spirit, but great power. This girl is, let's say, a beauty. And she loves men. And why not? After all, it's great fun. And the males are so sexy and strong. It's good and fun with them. And it's extremely cool.
  Anastasia shot down another jet fighter, not embarrassed by its high speed, and sang:
  - Glory to my Motherland,
  Glory to communism...
  And without any acorns,
  Lava is flowing from the cannon!
  The girl Margarita Magnitnaya is also a high-class pilot. She is magnificent.
  The warrior also shot down Hitler's car and set it on fire.
  And she did it very beautifully...
  And the fascists were already interrogating a Komsomol member, a very beautiful girl.
  First, she was undressed and searched. A woman in gloves felt her from the head, checking her light-brown hair, to her bare, graceful heels. And of course, all the natural orifices. And the SS men looked, greedily devouring with their eyes. And the girl Alexandra was very ashamed, because the males were looking with all their eyes.
  The woman searched her extremely meticulously. The Komsomol girl's face turned scarlet from embarrassment. And how embarrassed she was.
  Then they started to torture the naked girl rather crudely. Namely, they hoisted her up on the rack. They cuffed her hands behind her back and pulled her up. And they started to lift her up. And how beautiful her naked body is. And very muscular. This is an extremely wonderful girl.
  The executioners lifted her higher. And then they released the chain. And the girl fell down, and she stretched out on the floor. And the Komsomol member took it and screamed. It was extremely painful for her. And her body began to sweat. What a wonderful girl.
  They shook her. And then they clamped the girl's bare feet into the stocks. And they began to burn her bare, pink, delicious heels. And it was very painful. Here the executioner hit her bare back with a whip. The blow was strong, and the whip was made of steel wire. And the tanned skin burst. Yes, it was extremely painful.
  They placed firewood under the girl's bare feet and without thinking twice they set it on fire. And the flames began to lick her bare, gracefully curved heels and soles. And it was very painful. But the girl endured it. She clenched her teeth and breathed heavily.
  However, she endures... She does not break. The torture continues. And they began to beat her with a red-hot chain. It smelled of burnt meat. But the girl not only did not break, but even suddenly started singing:
  When we all joined the Komsomol,
  The girls swore a true oath...
  That the world will be like a radiant dream,
  And we will see communism in the distance!
  
  That life will pour out like golden rain,
  And there will be faith in communism...
  We will surely defeat the enemies,
  Let us crush the hordes of vile fascism into dust!
  
  But it wasn't a piece of cake at all,
  The world turned out to be the tip of a dagger...
  The right of the fist reigns everywhere,
  For whom, imagine, the land is not enough!
  
  But our motto is not to give in to enemies,
  The Wehrmacht will not bring us to our knees...
  Exams are passed with an A,
  And our teacher is the brilliant Lenin!
  
  We can make Hitler a khan,
  Although the Fuhrer of the underworld is even cooler...
  The fighter shouts "hurray" enthusiastically,
  And disperses the darkness and clouds with one volley!
  
  We, the Komsomol members, shouting hurray,
  We will raise the whole world on the rack with screams...
  The children laugh and rejoice,
  To the glory of our mother Russia!
  
  And the flag of communism is very bright,
  Which is the color of blood, and a grenade...
  He is an aggressive fighter like a magician,
  And believe me, Hitler will come to his senses!
  
  There will be no limits for achievements,
  And the girls run to battle in beauty...
  The swarm of fascism has noticeably thinned out,
  And our little pioneer voice is ringing!
  
  Beauties run to the front barefoot,
  Why do girls need shoes, and it"s not necessary...
  And we'll hit Hitler with our fists,
  Friendship will be for the glory of the Fatherland!
  
  Yes, for the sake of our holy Motherland,
  We will do things you never dreamed of...
  And we will sweep away the fascists like a scythe,
  Let us show mercy only to those who have surrendered!
  
  In Russia, every warrior comes from a nursery,
  The boy was born with a machine gun!
  You kill the damned Fuhrer -
  We must fight bravely for our Motherland!
  
  We will do everything very well,
  In battle, both an adult and a boy are strong...
  Although the fight is too hard,
  But believe me, the girl is not stupid!
  
  She is capable of conquering mountains,
  Throw a grenade with your bare foot...
  The she-wolf barks and the bear roars,
  The fascists will face a fierce retribution!
  
  We defeated the Tatar army,
  They fought the Ottomans very bravely...
  They did not give in to the pressure of the infidels,
  Where there was thunder, it suddenly became quiet!
  
  Warriors come from a family,
  In which the banner of communism rules...
  Oh, my dear friends,
  Break the tanks of big fascism!
  
  Everyone can achieve everything,
  After all, we are forever united with the Motherland...
  We row together like one oar,
  The fighters for communism are invincible!
  
  Science will resurrect all the dead at once,
  And we flutter in love with Jesus...
  You hit the fascist right in the eye,
  Fighting with unbending art!
  The girl sang great and showed her heroism. And girls are fighting in other directions.
  Natasha fights, shoots, including from a mortar, together with Zoya. They are very beautiful girls. They smell of a mixture of cologne, sweat, and machine oil. Very energetic girls. And they show magnificent deeds.
  And Victoria throws a lethal grenade with her bare toes. And she threw it with force, and scattered the Nazis in all directions.
  After which the redhead sang with fury:
  - Glory to communism! Glory to the heroes!
  And the girl whose copper-red hair launched a boomerang cutting off the heads of the fascists!
  Here the girls became mischievous and showed their outstanding class. And the girl Svetlana acted energetically and with great force. And she fired from an assault rifle. She hit extremely accurately. Such an unbending girl.
  Girls are a miracle and flowers. And in war they look especially touching and great. It's so wonderful. These are beauties. They are extremely sexy.
  And the air around is hot from the explosions, and whirlwinds are swirling, and fountains are rising up. And the fire is such that the earth is literally in conflagrations. And what incredible garbage is all around. And the beauties are making cruel attacks.
  The girls counterattack very well. And they throw grenades with both their hands and bare feet.
  Here's one of the girls who climbed onto a tank. And climbed through the roof. And started smashing the optics with a sniper shovel. That's the kind of girl she is. And her bare heels are drumming on the armor. That's a great move. That's a great strategy.
  Alice and Angelica retreat. The situation on the fronts is really bad. There are many corpses of Russian soldiers. And many corpses are charred, torn apart, and their heads are just skulls. These were really tough battles. There was so much bloodshed.
  Alisa shoots very accurately. But the stormtroopers below have powerful armor. More precisely, you can't penetrate with a sniper rifle or a machine gun. Only a cannon can take it, and even then, it has a pretty big caliber. And the speed of the stormtroopers, especially the jet ones, is high.
  Alice whispers:
  - Help me, Holy Mother of God, and Mother of the Russian Gods, Lada!
  Angelica also notes while shooting:
  Know that the Russian gods are strong,
  But they don't help the weak...
  Let's be girls like eagles,
  Let's create a world power!
  And the warrior took and flashed her eyes. What a delightful girl she is. And their hair is already dirty and gray from dust. These are truly impressive fights. Well, why not tame them.
  Alice shoots again. She hits somewhere butt-on, and Hitler's stormtrooper bursts into flames. And it falls, leaving a trail of smoke, and falls with a crash. This is truly annihilation-style showdown. It turned out to be a wonderful brawl. And here you can't avoid victory with such beauties.
  Angelica remarked with a sweet look:
  - May the Almighty God of Gunsmiths Svarog help us!
  And the girl went and flashed her bare, pink heels. That's what a cool beauty she is.
  The girls, it should be noted, are scratched, and even Angelica got a piece of shrapnel in her bare sole, and the beautiful sniper is in pain. No, these are warriors of the highest class.
  Alice took it and sang:
  My holy homeland, the USSR,
  I love you, Fatherland, with my heart...
  We will set an example for all people,
  Let's open the door to happiness!
  This is how they fight. And they don't bend under the hellish technology of the Wehrmacht.
  The Japanese are also attacking from the east. They have many small but fast tanks. They are like the light cavalry of Genghis Khan rushing across the expanses of Siberia. The newest tanks of the Land of the Rising Sun are equipped with licensed gas turbine engines, so fast. And they rush at high speed and are difficult to hit. The Japanese armor is at large angles of rational inclination, and the silhouettes are low, and even if you hit, the shells often ricochet. Plus, due to high speed, Japanese vehicles slip through minefields.
  Samurai have very small tankettes, with only one crew member. And they even put children in them so that they can rush almost elusive.
  One of the girls from the Land of the Rising Sun threw a boomerang with her bare toes and it flew past, ripping open the belly of a Soviet soldier. And she sang:
  - I shout banzai, I shout banzai,
  Let's conquer the region, let's conquer the region!
  Some Japanese tanks, although they are not much larger. They are armed with bomb throwers, or rocket launchers. Also extremely dangerous. The Land of the Rising Sun has some original types of weapons. For example, kamikaze motorcyclists. These are very dangerous people who do not want to live. But the Soviets also fight fearlessly, although, alas, there are many prisoners.
  . EPILOGUE
  Stalin-Putin finished writing. Well, it turned out pretty well. Although he is not happy about this war either.
  But why not have some fun? For example, these girls put on a show. They dance in short skirts, and with tanned, bare feet. These are beautiful girls.
  You admire their bodies when their chest is covered only by a thin strip of fabric on the chest. And their breasts are high and lush.
  The girls do the splits, arch their backs, stand on their hands. And they move their legs in the air. And they do everything to beautiful, measured music. It looks beautiful and entertaining. As if some kind of miracle is happening.
  The girls are good, they are not naked, but there is a charm in this, when there is no complete nudity, and some mystery is preserved. And their hair is light and sparkling. But rather dyed.
  And here I remembered Revveka from Ivanhoe. She went to execution after all her jewelry and bright oriental clothes were taken off her. Of course, in the Middle Ages they couldn't show her completely naked in front of hundreds of men. They put a white robe made of the coarsest fabric right on her naked body. The girl's small feet were bare. As expected, witches went to the fire so that they could feel the ground with their bare soles.
  And shoes in the Middle Ages were expensive, so they were wasted on fire for nothing.
  And the girl was pale. Not being used to walking barefoot, she suffered from the large gravel on the roads that pricked her tender feet. And it was noticeably cold, especially if the day was cloudy.
  And the girl was still shaking from the cold, if fear was unknown to her.
  It was no wonder that people sympathized with her.
  Plus there was also moral suffering, since Revbeka was bareheaded, with her head uncovered, which the ancient Jews could have considered a disgrace.
  And ahead of her, only the death penalty awaited her. And in a very painful way - at the stake. And when fire burns tender, girlish skin alive, it is very painful.
  Yes, the moral and physical torment of an innocent girl - that's the combination.
  Stalin-Putin croaked:
  How we lived, struggling,
  And not fearing death...
  So from now on you and I will live...
  And in the mountain silence,
  And to the starry heights...
  In the sea wave
  And in raging fire!
  And in a furious, furious fire!
  After which the leader fell silent... Really, what more is there to shout about? He sang and that's enough...
  Another alternative history flashed through Stalin-Putin's head, in the form of a super:
  An assassination attempt on Brezhnev took place in 1965 during the May Day parade. And as a result, not only he died, but also Suslov. This changed the course of history and Alexander Shelepin became the General Secretary.
  He began to carry out tough reforms. He strengthened labor discipline, invested more in science and inventions, and fought drunkenness. And he also carried out political reforms. A new constitution was adopted with the post of Chairman of the USSR. And this position was popularly elected and had great powers.
  Shelepin also banned abortions and sharply limited contraceptives. Because of this, the birth rate in the USSR was quite high with a constantly decreasing mortality rate. The economy developed according to plan. It grew, but at the same time there was a constant deficit and queues.
  There was a shortage of food, and as the population grew, it became more and more so. And Africa also needed to be fed.
  The war in Afghanistan dragged on despite the brutal fighting. Oil prices fell.
  Then Shelepin decided to occupy Iran. Soviet troops invaded it. They managed to defeat the Allatol army quite quickly. Only the battles for Tehran dragged on, since the city is large and was defended very fanatically. But it also fell...
  Saddam Hussein was an ally of the USSR and his army invaded Kuwait. As a result, oil prices soared again.
  The USSR grew stronger...
  In material terms, things weren't so bad. The automobile industry had developed, and cars were affordable and you didn't have to stand in line for them. Prices were fairly stable, and inflation was extremely low.
  Another thing is that there was no trace of democracy. The Chairman of the USSR was elected on an uncontested basis and made ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent. Just like the deputies who also decided nothing and worked for show.
  Trade unions are also a fiction. The working day was even increased. Technologies developed, but also one-sidedly.
  The children were kept in camps for the summer, and after school they did community service. That is, some kind of barracks life.
  And there were brutal repressions, as under Stalin, people were imprisoned even for jokes.
  They even took one boy and swept him away.
  Yes, I believe we will become completely united,
  Let's lasso the horde in rage...
  After all, the Russians are invincible in battles,
  I can pass even a difficult level!
    
  I know we will achieve happiness in the universe,
  We will reach the edge of the universe...
  Everything will be in our knight's power,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword!
  That's how the boy sang with great feeling. And the black raven drove up to the prison.
  It was already evening, spring and a little chilly. Seryozhka was ordered to put his hands behind his back and get out of the car.
  The boy did not argue. Otherwise they would put handcuffs on him. Maybe they should have been put on, but the fair-haired child with the cute, round face did not seem like a villain, and he walked obediently.
  The prison didn't seem like a very nice place. It smelled of tobacco and chlorine. It was full of all sorts of unpleasant types. One of them saw a handsome boy and started making dirty jokes.
  Seryozhka was led along the corridors. He was being sent to the children's department of Matrosskaya Tishina, and on the way he had to pass the women's department. The women stuck their heads out, and started making noise when they saw a very handsome boy.
  A mixture of swearing and playful jokes. With a promise to rip the cute teenager's end off.
  Then he was taken to the search room. There was even a special table hanging there.
  Here, two women in police uniforms and another female doctor in a lab coat were waiting for him.
  The policewomen muttered:
  - Take off your clothes!
  Seryozhka noticed:
  - You are women!
  They growled:
  - We are police officers first and foremost! And we do our duty!
  The woman in the white coat nodded:
  - Don't be afraid! You'll be examined, as is required of all prisoners. And then you'll be taken to registration. And then to the shower and to the cell!
  Seryozhka asked:
  - What kind of cameras do you have?
  The woman replied with a smile:
  - Not really! There's a new minister now, and boys are being taken into custody, even for skipping school, so it's terribly crowded and there's not enough government food for everyone!
  Seryozhka immediately became sad. He had heard that it was possible to live in a cell for juvenile offenders, and it was usually clean, the floors were washed. Plus, minors were not allowed to smoke in prison, which made the air cleaner. And here there were a lot of people.
  The policewoman pushed Seryozhka and shouted:
  - Take off your clothes! Hurry up, or we'll be happy to undress you, such a handsome man!
  The boy sighed and began to take off his clothes. He felt ashamed and humiliated, he felt like a prisoner. Besides, everything didn't look romantic at all. And he thought - maybe it was a mistake not to give up his accomplices? The cops would figure them out anyway. And he would have to go to jail for them too.
  Seryozhka took off his socks and remained in his shorts and T-shirt. The floor was cold under the boy's bare feet. The women began to pull thin rubber gloves onto their hands.
  One of them muttered:
  - What are you standing up for? Continue undressing!
  The boy pulled off his T-shirt. His naked torso was defined and muscular, and he looked even more handsome in his underwear.
  The women looked at him with genuine interest. Their eyes lit up with lust and desire.
  One of them barked:
  - Take off your panties too!
  Seryozhka was embarrassed:
  - Maybe we shouldn't? Usually they don't look into boys' underwear during a search!
  The woman growled:
  - It used to be like that. You underage bandits used it. You brought money, or cigarettes. And now all the underage kids have to be searched very thoroughly. So take it off, or we'll rip it off you ourselves.
  Seryozhka sighed and stretched his hands to his hips, and blushing with anger and shame, he began to pull off the last detail of his attire.
  Well, okay, the rest is clear... Under Shelepin, the laws are strict and even cruel.
  In juvenile colonies, while the temperature is above zero, boys and girls walk around barefoot. But it's one thing to walk barefoot in the summer, and another thing in the fall when it's plus two degrees outside. Even at the parades on November 7, boys and girls showed up with bare feet, blue from the cold.
  And Shelepin wanted to have as many prisoners as possible in juvenile colonies for the purpose of harsh training. In general, a juvenile prison will not produce criminals, but fanatics of communism, with the appropriate ideological processing.
  Like Khrushchev, the fight against religion continued in the USSR under Shelepin: be it Islam, or Orthodoxy, or Protestantism, it didn't matter. At first it was moderate, but after the war in Afghanistan began it became much harsher. The strong-willed and decisive Shelepin was not going to leave Afghanistan. And Islam began to be suppressed by Atheism. And in the USSR all Protestant concessions, even Lutherans and Baptists, were banned. And Orthodoxy was increasingly suppressed. Parishes were closed, high fines were introduced for the baptism of children, and adults too.
  Well, in general, if a communist was caught in a church, then a criminal case is guaranteed for him.
  But the cult of personality of Shelepin himself flourished. He became a kind of second Stalin. Portraits of the iron Shurik hung everywhere, and monuments were built. And after the defeat of Iran, Shelepin was awarded the Order of Victory, and a three-hundred-meter-tall monument was erected to him - the tallest in the world - and covered in gold leaf.
  And when the Soviet troops captured the Middle East, Shelepin was awarded not only the second Order of Victory, but also a special Order of the USSR, a record for the number of rubies and diamonds of all the orders in the world. In addition, Shelepin, who already had five stars of the Hero of the USSR and Labor, received the Big Star of the Hero of the USSR with diamonds. And in general, he had a lot of orders, including foreign ones.
  The empire continued to grow stronger. The most powerful air defense and missile defense systems were created, and US missiles were no longer scary. Communists came to power in Italy, and it joined the Warsaw Pact. After Tito's death, Yugoslavia also joined the military organization of the USSR. And Albania followed suit.
  Relations with China under Mao were tense. But when Deng Xiaoping came to power, rapprochement began. And that turned out to be great, too.
  The USSR modernized both its nuclear and anti-missile potential. But most importantly, Soviet scientists were able to find a way to neutralize nuclear and thermonuclear reactions. And then in 1994, under US President Bill Clinton, World War III began.
  Shelepin is already quite old, soon seventy-six years old, he unleashed military actions against the USA and NATO. And China was already with him.
  The invasion of Alaska began. And Europe came under a terrible blow from tens of thousands of tanks. Including the newest T-100s, which moved like a crushing avalanche. And Germany was captured in one moment, in five days. Then France crumbled like dust. And a breakthrough to Spain. Forcing the Perenei. And a blow to Britain.
  At the same time, of course, they occupied Finland, Sweden and Norway.
  All of Europe is captured, and the fighting has moved to the territory of the USA, and the Soviet troops have invaded Canada. And together with the Chinese they are moving through it. And so much different roar.
  The warrior girls sing the USSR anthem. And now, after the capture of Alaska and Canada, they are already on their own territory, the USA.
  And stamping their bare, chiseled feet, the warrior girls sing:
  Our Motherland is the USSR,
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe,
  We will set an example for all people,
  Let's bring joy and happiness to the universe!
  
  We will build holy communism,
  Believe me, the children will be happier...
  Fascism is crushed in the underworld,
  Our faithful Soviet Russia!
  Lenin illuminated our path in the darkness,
  Having brought joy and happiness to the nations...
  How much effort was put into it,
  For happiness, love and freedom!
  
  We will build a Soviet Eden,
  The banner of Rus' flies over the Reichstag...
  Let Uncle Sam shake,
  In front of the red flag of the Fatherland!
  
  The USSR is strength and power,
  The planet will soon be Soviet...
  We can help the dream come true,
  The exploits of the Komsomol members are praised!
  
  With us, leader Alexander, forward,
  From leading the USSR to victories...
  The great rise is coming,
  The cold will disappear - summer will come!
  
  A person will believe in God,
  And will build universal happiness...
  Here the pioneers blow the horn,
  And I see the bad weather will clear up!
  
  The battalions are going on the attack,
  Tanks, guns, and planes...
  The States will soon be kaput,
  The USSR has the best pilots!
  
  And when we enter Washington,
  And we will hang a red flag on the White House...
  There will be glory from all sides,
  And a huge variety of songs!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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