# New Adventures Of Carleson, Who Lives On The Roof

Олег Павлович Рыбаченко

The boy, nicknamed the Kid, again gets into a whirlwind of wild adventures, thanks to Karleson , who lives on the roof. Only, unlike the previous series, the adventures are not limited to the framework of one Stockholm. And the Kid, whose real name is Svante, together with his plump friend visits other worlds, cities and even travels in time, which is extremely interesting. The adventures of the well-known couple are even more exciting and incredible than the previous ones.

NEW ADVENTURES OF CARLESON, WHO LIVES ON THE ROOF.

ANNOTATION

The boy, nicknamed the Kid, again gets into a whirlwind of wild adventures, thanks to Karleson , who lives on the roof. Only, unlike the previous series, the adventures are not limited to the framework of one Stockholm. And the Kid, whose real name is Svante, together with his plump friend visits other worlds, cities and even travels in time, which is extremely interesting. The adventures of the well-known couple are even more exciting and incredible than the previous ones.

. CHAPTER No 1.

The warm, gentle summer of Sweden is over. And sad days have come for the Kid, it is time to go to school again. And who likes that? All this coincided with the fact that Carleson flew away. Which made the world much more boring. Especially in those times when there are no personal computers, smartphones, game consoles and the all-powerful Internet. Although there are already televisions. But how much more boring it is for the children of that time. And then there is also going to school and sitting at a desk. And who likes to go to school? Especially in elementary grades, when there is little interesting.

A boy of about eight, nicknamed Baby, was stomping through puddles in his new shoes and singing:

What kind of school life is this?

Where is the test every day...

Addition, division,

Multiplication table!

And from such a song it became more and more sad. Eight years old, you are still a child. And sitting at a desk and scribbling something with a ballpoint pen is incredibly boring. And the other kids too, sometimes pinching, sometimes teasing. School is a sad fairy tale.

I even had a crazy thought: what if I take a walk? Go, for example, to the metro and there, in the underground, find the station where the wizards live?

Suddenly a familiar voice was heard, either a child's or an adult's.

- Well, Baby, are you so sad? As if you're going to the gallows?

The boy in uniform grinned, showed his baby teeth and sang:

School, school, school,

Worse than a windfall!

Carleson was not taller than the Kid, but even slightly shorter, but much fatter. He looked like a well-fed boy, but his face was both childish and not quite childish. In any case, he did not look like an adult dwarf man. But you can only call him a child upon superficial examination. And the Kid felt that Carleson was actually many years old. Maybe even older than his mom and dad. But the fat man with the motor was clearly not acting seriously.

Carleson grinned and suggested:

- Maybe we should fly?

The kid, embarrassed, muttered:

- I have to go to school!

The fat man with the motor chirped:

- Why do you need school?

The little boy stamped his little shoe on the asphalt and began to sing:

If there were no schools, if there were no schools,

What a person would go to! What a person would go to!

What has man come to? He might turn into a savage again!

What has man come to? He might turn into a savage again!

Carleson punched himself in the side and gurgled:

- But I don't study, and I already know everything! Isn't that cool?

The kid nodded with a smile and confirmed:

- Yes, it's extremely cool!

Carleson muttered:

- Come on, sit on my back before I change my mind!

The Kid didn't argue. Especially since, to top off all the problems, a bad boy named Adolf appeared at school. Who had already managed to give the Kid a black eye.

The kid sat on the broad shoulders of the fat man with the motor. And Carleson took off. His engine gave him enough power to lift a skinny kid of about eight with a backpack and a plump boy off the floor.

Svante, as the boy was called, laughed. It was funny. It was only the 1950s, and there weren't that many cars in Stockholm.

But those that exist are quite interesting. From different countries. You can find Volkswagen, Mercedes, Ford, and so on. The boy Svante devoured these cars with his eyes. They looked, when you look from above, and the autumn sun is shining, very mesmerizing.

The kid asked:

- Where are we flying to?

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- I don't know myself! More precisely, I know, but I won't tell!

The boy smiled and remarked:

- Stockholm is a big city. There are many interesting places in it. You can visit an amusement park!

The fat man snorted contemptuously:

- Amusement rides. Swings and spinners of all sorts?

Svante replied with a smile:

- I read that cars appeared there. You can ride them, just like real ones!

Carleson chuckled:

- For free?

The kid replied with a sigh:

- No, you have to pay.

The fat man exclaimed:

- I see! And I want to have fun for free!

The boy giggled and sang:

- For free, for free, for free,

I have a gift!

I don't want to pay,

I want to get everything for free!

Carleson was surprised:

- Since when did the Kid learn to compose in rhyme?

Svante winked and replied:

- I read one fairy tale where a boy was taught poetry. Rhyming is not difficult at all!

Carleson muttered:

- Oh yeah? What rhymes with the word drop?

The kid frowned, but then answered confidently:

- Heron!

The fat man with the motor nodded:

- That's cool! And even interesting. But here's the question: if you can rhyme, why don't you do it for money in magazines?

The boy remarked with a sigh:

- I'm still a child, and they won't give me money for this!

The fat man with the motor noted:

- It's not fair! But make up something about chocolate.

Svante chirped with a smile:

Chocolate, chocolate,

So the child is happy to see you...

If you drink a whole liter,

You'll be full for a week!

Carleson muttered:

- Primitive! But look, boy. It looks like two homeless people are planning to smoke.

Indeed, the two subjects in torn clothes were smoking like steam locomotives. Clouds of bitter poison were rising into the air.

Carleson, flying by, grabbed a pot of cactus from the windowsill and, making a Nesterov loop, from which the Kid almost fell off his shoulders, threw it at the smokers and sang:

- Cigarettes are poison! People are right when they say so!

There is nothing worse than nicotine! Throw away the pack of cigarettes!

The blow from the pot hit one of the Kurts on the head, and another was painfully pricked by the cactus.

Carleson chuckled.

- Yes, this is a lesson for you, don"t you dare poison people with tobacco smoke!

The homeless people started running away. Carleson's laughter was loud, like that of a violent madman.

Chasing them, the fat man gave them a good kick in the ass and whined:

- You will poison people,

You won't be able to collect the bones!

After which, the team of two friends began to gain altitude. The kid nodded in agreement:

- Tobacco smoke, it's disgusting.

Carleson hissed:

- Don't even mention it!

Svante sang:

Columbus discovered America,

The sailor was brave...

But at the same time he taught,

The whole world smokes tobacco!


From the pipe of peace for good,

What about the captain and the leader...

The usual harmful one has risen,

On a global scale!

And the Kid took it and, seeing how another child of about ten years old picked up a cigarette butt and took a drag, he took a water pistol from his belt and sprayed a stream of water.

Carleson nodded approvingly:

- Fabulous!

The jet hit the boy right in the face and put out the cigarette. He saw two people flying, and at a decent speed, and he fell on his butt in a puddle and roared:

- Mom, save me!

Carleson chirped back:

- We taught the boy to behave himself, otherwise the ethereal devil will start eating you!

All he did in response was blink and widen his eyes in fear.

This really turned out to be great, and Carleson responded by simply making horns for the boy.

And he sang with wild fury:

The rating is breaking records again,

I'm on all the covers!

And I'll probably beat your faces in,

And I'll stomp on your feet a little!

And Carleson took it again and bounced up like a ball.

This is a real fat man who sings. And if necessary, he roars.

After which, Carleson slowed down. And hung by the window. A fishing rod appeared in the fat rascal's hands. And a hook flashed. True, without a worm.

And he picked up a cheesecake sprinkled with powdered sugar. And pulled it out. Threw it into his mouth and began to chew.

At the same time the fat man sang:

- Let me become as fat as a barrel,

Let them not pass through the door...

But a jar of honey in a cup of tea,

I will never be forbidden!

And again the vatrushka on the hook. The kid suddenly noticed:

- This is theft, Carleson.

The fat man with the motor objected:

- No! This is charity.

The kid was surprised:

- How?

Carleson answered logically:

- I want to eat, which means I'm hungry, like a child. And feeding hungry children is charity!

Svante noted:

- But you told me that you are not a child, but a man in the prime of life!

Carleson nodded his head:

- True! But does one contradict the other?

The kid shrugged and remarked:

- How can you be a child and a man in his prime at the same time?

The fat man answered confidently:

- It is possible! Just like it is possible to be both God and man at the same time! Although, you will say, such a thing is impossible!?

Svante smiled and sang:

Rejoice people, you have enough tears,

A bright miracle - Christ was born!

Even though he is a baby in a cradle,

A smile shone in an icicle!

In every snowflake and every ray,

God's glory is seen everywhere...

If the baby smiles,

Evil will never return!

Carleson nodded and noted:

- For an eight-year-old, you compose very well. You have a talent comparable to Byron.

Svante replied with a smile:

- Byron is a great darling of fortune,

I have never met more wonderful people than him...

In poetry, lyrical strings,

You have embodied the universal ideal!

Carleson muttered:

- Okay then! Stop stealing the buns. Otherwise the poor woman will go crazy with grief. Let's earn some money instead!

The kid nodded:

- Earn money? That's good!

Carleson howled with fury:

- People die for metal, for metal,

Satan is in charge there, he is in charge there!

The kid agreed with a sigh:

- Yes, that's right! But evil is not so much from money, but from the lack of it!

Carleson scratched the top of his head and suggested:

- Let's paint portraits of women on the streets, for money!

Svante was embarrassed:

- I'm not very good at drawing!

Carleson grinned and replied:

- But I can! But first, let's get some brushes and paints.

And the fat man with the motor unloaded the Kid. And flew up to the stall at high speed. He threw the fishing rod in mid-air, demonstrating dexterity, and picked up the brush with the watercolors.

Svante was even surprised:

- That's great!

The saleswoman, upon seeing the flying fat man, widened her eyes and fell off her chair.

Carleson puffed:

- Calm down, just calm down!

The boy squeaked:

- You're just a terminator!

Carleson hissed with the motor:

- Become child's play,

But to be something more...

To be known as a terrible secret,

Face without a face...

Always hide!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- Now that would really be cool!

After which, he threw the Kid on his back again. The boy was surprised at how strong Carleson was. He was like a kitten with him. Yes, it was really impressive.

Carleson rushed and roared at the same time:

- I'm not a student or a carpenter,

And not disabled at all...

I am a terrible and evil robber,

Or, more simply, a bandit!

The kid responded to this:

- No, Carleson, you are very good!

In response he roared:

- But to be honest,

I've been terribly bad since childhood!

And to the question, it can't be,

There is only one answer - you will get it right!

The kid nodded with a smile:

- Yes, I will. As a reward!

Carleson chose a more convenient place and took a piece of paper from the urn. And on it he wrote decisively:

- The best artist in the world is Carleson, who lives on the roof!

Svante nodded and sang:

- We are great talents,

But they are clear and simple...

We are a bit of musicians,

And dream artists!

The first woman was about thirty years old, and she asked Carleson:

- Can you draw?

The fat man replied:

- I can do everything, including drawing!

The woman smiled and asked:

- Come on, make a sketch of me!

Carleson smiled and replied:

-I draw, I draw you, I draw you,

Sitting by the window!

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,

For me, girl, it's like you're the only one!

The woman smiled and remarked:

- You look like a child, but at the same time, you could be mistaken for a dwarf! Only your face is too tender and childish!

Carleson noted:

- I was born at night,

At the hour of the wolf's prayer!

After which, he began to make energetic sketches with a brush. At the same time, Carleson shouted to the Kid:

- Well, sing something!

Svante sang:

I remember your wonderful, tender look,

Like a radiant sky....

I am tense, like a rebellious slave,

Your look of love is like a heavy dream!

The boy sang with great feeling and delight. His voice was wonderful and clear. One of the men stopped and threw him a five-ore coin.

The baby wanted to catch her on the fly, but missed.

The coin fell and rolled. And flew into the crack.

Carleson muttered:

- Well, you are so stupid!

Svante hissed:

- You'd think you were perfect!

Carleson sang with delight:

I am perfection itself, I am perfection itself,

From a smile to a gesture, beyond all praise!

And the fat man with the motor spun and took off from the asphalt. Then he slowed down.

The kid noted with a smile:

- You sing well! Although, this is all very cool.

Carleson added with a smile:

Ah, what bliss, to know that I am perfect,

To know that I am perfect! To know that I am ideal!

The woman shifted from one foot to the other. Finally, Carleson thrust a piece of paper at her, where he had drawn something. The woman looked at the drawing. There was something horrible there - a face with a heel, with ears like an elephant, and horns.

Her face twisted and she roared:

- Well, you're something else!

Carleson sang:

- Give it! Give it! Our communal, give it!

The woman took an umbrella out of her bag and swung it at Carleson. He flew back and hissed:

- Calm down! Just calm down!

The baby said with a smile:

- But against the backdrop of this surrealism, don"t you look even more beautiful?

Carleson nodded with a smile:

- I'm like Salvador Dali! - The fat man jumped up, turned over and added. - No, more like Picasso!

The woman also smiled in response and replied:

- Well, what can you expect from children? Keep this drawing as a keepsake!

Carleson extended his hand and sang:

- Gild the handle!

The baby nodded and chirped:

Have pity on us, auntie,

We are complete orphans...

Our hut has no roof,

And the floor was gnawed by mice!

The woman threw Carleson's hand away and went up to the Kid. She took a ten-ore coin out of her purse, put it in his hand and said:

- Here, take it! You're really skinny! And you look like an unhappy child.

Then a teenager of about fifteen approached Svante and muttered:

- Do you want to earn money?

The kid nodded:

- Certainly!

The boy in the bright jacket nodded:

- For twenty ore you will dance and sing for me!

Carleson objected:

- Too cheap! Not less than a crown.

The young man muttered:

- But they don"t ask you, fat man!

Svante noted:

- Well, at least fifty öre. At least we'll ride the cars on the amusement park.

The teenage boy nodded:

- Okay, fifty ere! Only you will dance barefoot.

The kid muttered in confusion:

- What do you mean barefoot?

The young man grinned:

- And so! So you'll look more like a poor boy. And it's like the Middle Ages - a barefoot, poor child dancing for copper pennies!

Carleson nodded:

- What about you, Baby? You have new shoes, they'll get knocked down if you dance in them. But the weather is warm, and you won't freeze!

Svante sat down on the curb with a sigh and began to take off his shoes and socks. A city child in the capital, of course, rarely went barefoot, except perhaps on the beach. And he felt uncomfortable and ashamed.

Moreover, it"s already September, and the little boy"s bare feet are a bit cold.

But fifty ore is a big sum for an eight-year-old child. And for this reason it is worth the wait.

The kid took off his shoes and stood up. The asphalt was slightly warm in the sun. Fortunately, it was not cloudy.

The young man said harshly:

- Dance!

Carleson muttered:

- Money in advance!

The boy took a large, silver coin out of his pocket. He threw it to Carleson. He caught it deftly and hid it in his pocket.

The young man muttered:

- Now dance and sing!

The kid started jumping up and down, stamping his bare heels on the asphalt and singing with joy:

Sweden is a beautiful country,

There is a sea in it, and the oceans are raging...

She is given to us by God forever,

Although sometimes hurricanes rage!


In it, every boy, you know, is a patriot,

And he wants to create a poem for the country...

Although sometimes it"s quite the opposite,

Sometimes changes scare us!

The teenage boy interrupted the Kid:

- No! I'm tired of patriotism! Maybe you'll sing about love?

Svante noted:

- I'm too young to sing about love!

The boy, quite tall, said logically:

- Love knows no age. And there are no limits here.

Carleson nodded:

- Yes, sing about love, my flower!

The little boy sighed and danced with his bare feet and began to sing:

I admire my sweet girl,

And a strand of hair flows down her cheek...

I'm head over heels in love with you, beauty,

I'll pick a bouquet of fragrant roses!


And somewhere in the sea, ships are wandering,

And the clouds rumble, frowning their faces...

Are we really going to be broke?

Our Swedish people are glorious and powerful!

The young man whistled and stamped his foot in his sneaker in displeasure:

- Patriotism again! How many pompous hymns about the Motherland can we sing! Come on, dance better and as energetically as possible!

Carleson roared fiercely:

- Isn't that too much to ask for, for only fifty öre? Give me the crown and then give the order!

The teenage boy clenched his fists and roared:

- Yes, I will! Shorty, I will smear you across the wall!

And he moved towards Carleson.

He didn't even blink. He took a water pistol out of his backpack and shot the tall young man in the face. He got a stream in his face, screamed wildly and ran away. Only his beautiful, fashionable sneakers flashed like the hooves of a stallion.

The kid asked in surprise:

- Why is he screaming like that? It's just water!

Carleson said with a grin:

- Water, that's water, but mixed with mustard solution. And the kid will walk around with a red face for a couple of days!

The boy laughed. He sat down on the curb and began to pull socks onto his childish feet, which were red from dancing.

Carleson stopped him and remarked:

- I had an interesting idea! Don't put your shoes on!

Svante asked with a trembling voice:

- What other idea!

The fat boy answered confidently:

- You are thin, fair-haired, pale and still barefoot, you look very much like an orphan boy, and you can walk around with me like this and collect big money!

The kid was surprised:

- That means I have to...

Carleson finished for him:

- Beg for alms!

Svante shook his fair head:

- This is so humiliating! I don't want to stoop to the role of a beggar!

The fat boy with the motor asked:

- Have you read Mark Twain's book "The Prince and the Pauper"?

The kid answered honestly:

- No! I'm still little, so what?

Carleson, smiling with his disproportionately large teeth, answered:

- There the crown prince of a big country like England dreamed of throwing off his expensive pebble shoes and running barefoot in the mud. And when he had such an opportunity, he changed places with a poor boy named Kenti, who looked very much like him. And both were happy, each got what he wanted. And the prince was happy to feel the prickly London pavement with his bare feet!

Svante smiled with his small, baby teeth and noted:

- Well, yes! There is something in that! Although did he really like the prince of royal blood to beg? Besides, it's already autumn and I can catch a cold!

Carleson recalled:

- In the Middle Ages, shoes were very expensive, and poor children even ran barefoot in the prickly snow in winter. But they didn't catch a cold. Prove that you're a man and aren't afraid of the cold!

The kid nodded, stamped his bare foot angrily and declared:

- I'm not afraid of the cold!

Carleson grinned. And he wrote in block letters on a piece of paper: "Give to a hungry orphan."

After which the two boys, the plump Carleson and the thin Svante, set off through the streets of Stockholm.

The sidewalks of the capital of Sweden were clean and the asphalt was smooth. So walking on it was not at all painful or disgusting.

The kid walked slowly, and Carleson took the cap off his red head and shoved it at passersby.

And the thin, barefoot boy sang:

I wandered around the orphanages of my childhood,

This is the boy's fate...

Oh, why did I come into this world?

Oh, why did my mother give birth to me!

The kid smiled very sweetly. He was barefoot and really did look a bit like a street kid. True, his school uniform was new and neat. And Carleson himself, with his plump face, did not look like a beggar.

So they didn't serve it very well...

The baby even sang in despair:

I am an unfortunate child of Stockholm,

I wander the roads barefoot...

I have no family, no home,

And they will drag you to prison by force!

. CHAPTER #2.

Carleson seemed extremely disappointed with the modest harvest the pair were reaping, which at best amounted to small coins.

Svante was thin, but his school uniform was new and smart. It did not at all match the boy's small, bare, childish and pale feet.

Carleson noted with a frown:

- You don't look like a beggar in a smart suit at all!

The kid nodded with a sigh and replied:

- True! But I can't even go to school in rags and like a homeless person in tatters!

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- Yes, you have a signature suit! Your parents are obviously not poor, since there are fifteen rooms in the apartment! Come on, let me fix that!

And the fat boy with the motor reached out to the Kid.

The child jumped back:

- No need! My parents will have a heart attack if they see me barefoot in Stockholm, where there are so many infections! And you still want to wrinkle and stain my uniform. How I'll get in trouble for this!

Carleson looked at the baby and remarked:

- That's true! It's even a pity to ruin such a good school suit! Listen, I have an idea!

The kid asked anxiously:

- What other idea?

The boy with the motor answered angrily:

- It doesn't matter! You better sit on my shoulders, let's fly!

Svante eagerly jumped onto Carleson's broad back. He thought that he really did resemble a gnome. He once said: his father is a gnome, and his mother is a mummy.

The boy asked Carleson:

- And maybe you still remember the Middle Ages?

The boy with the motor answered, baring his large teeth:

- I remember Charles XII himself!

Svante said ironically:

- Are you whistling?

Carleson laughed and whistled, shouting:

- I'll whistle!

After which both boys soared into the sky at once. Carleson flew very fast, but at the same time other people almost did not see him. The kid felt as if he was being rocked by a swing, and his solar plexus was sucking. And at the same time, there was a whistling in his ears. How wonderful it was. And like a fairy-tale prince on a unicorn!

And now Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, once one of the most powerful countries in the world in military terms, is already visible. During the Second World War, the Swedish king had enough sense not to enter the slaughter on anyone's side. Although there was a great desire to take revenge for the defeat of Charles XII by Peter the Great.

Sweden was a fairly rich country, and there was plenty of everything in the shops. But money was needed.

And Carleson heads to the nearest dump.

And he also sings:

People, please be quiet, be quiet,

Or there will be a complete madhouse...

And do not storm the roofs and roofs,

Keep the gnome's sleep sacred!

The kid, smiling and baring his teeth, noted:

- Yes, it looks really cool! Even in a dream, flying is not like this. And somehow you don't remember it!

Carleson nodded:

- Yes, in a dream everything is unusual and at the same time vague. That's much better!

They landed near a garbage dump. Carleson noted:

- Take off your clothes and fold your uniform! We'll find you some suitable rags!

The kid was indignant:

- No way! I don't want to be a scarecrow!

Carleson made a face and asked:

- Are you not my friend?

Svante replied with a smile:

- Yes, friend!

Carleson sang:

- A friend can always help me out, they are inseparable, everyone jokes!

Someone needs to be there in difficult times,

This is what a true, loyal friend means!

The Kid sighed and began to take off his uniform. Carleson had prepared clothes for him, a torn T-shirt with holes in the stomach and patched shorts. This made the Kid look even hungrier and poorer.

Moreover, Svante began to feel the first signs of hunger within himself.

Carleson hid the shoes and uniform in his backpack, and again put the Kid on his back and flew away.

His mood was cheerful. And the Kid was cold in shorts and a torn T-shirt. He was clearly not dressed for the season!

Carleson sang:

Ah, to be rich,

Ah, to be rich.

As a boy I dreamed!

This is the layout,

This is the layout,

God didn't give me any money!

But the barefoot boy gave it to me,

I'm in for a gold mine...

And the light of wealth illuminated,

Let the wing sparkle!

The kid was surprised:

- And are you Carleson a poet?

The boy with the motor noticed:

- If you live as long as I do, you will learn everything!

Svante asked pleadingly:

- How old are you anyway?

Instead of answering, Carleson landed. The kid found himself on the street. In shorts and a torn T-shirt, he looked even thinner, more pathetic, more poor than before.

The boy slapped his bare, childish feet down the street. He was almost naked, his skinny, childish ribs were visible through the holes in his T-shirt. And his neck was as thin as his arms and legs. A pitiful, exhausted look of a child shivering from the cold.

And next to him is Carleson, who this time chose a heavy top hat from the dump.

And he was right. The barefoot boy in the torn T-shirt and shorts was served much more.

The baby walked and sang in a pitiful voice;

I have never known joy, believe me,

Hungry, barefoot, half-naked in the cold...

Even though I know I'm very young,

But step with your bare heel into an icy puddle!

Carleson winked and noted mockingly:

- Your voice doesn't sound like a boy's at all,

You sing out of tune with the voice of a girl!

Svante smiled and noted:

- We'll see how it goes!

The fat boy with the motor roared:

- Sing some more!

The baby, slapping his bare, childish, little feet, continued to perform the tune:

Born in agony under an unfortunate star,

I dreamed of happiness, even for a short moment!

But instead of this there is a sea of evil, pain and misfortune,

And relief is only in the darkness of dreams!


What is God guilty of before you?

I lived in the dark, not knowing my mother!

Left fate as an unfortunate orphan,

Like a prodigal dog, suffering from hunger!


I know you won"t find it in starry space,

Love, family, and a welcoming home!

I am crushed by poverty like a louse,

I wish you another bright world!


The soul grieves and at the same time burns,

And the mind was inflamed, do not be a submissive sheep!

The rich man with mammon will be beaten hard,

Let's put an end to this vile, crown power!


I believe, my precious Ilyich,

You will be able to break the chain of fascism!

The people will hear the proletarian cry,

The era of happiness will come - communism!

Carleson laughed at the child's last words and remarked:

- Communism is happiness? And where did you get that from!?

Svante answered with a childish smile:

- We're talking about a dream! And how can I say it...

The boy hesitated. Carleson said sternly:

- Choose your songs more carefully! Or else they'll call the police.

The barefoot, skinny boy in a torn T-shirt and shorts was indeed given much more. More precisely, Carleson himself collected it in a cap.

But soon, even from the smooth asphalt, the Baby's feet, unaccustomed to walking barefoot, became chafed and began to hurt. Not only that, blisters even began to form on them. And now it became painful to walk.

And then the sun hid behind the clouds. Evening began to approach, it became colder.

A boy of about eight years old, wearing a torn T-shirt and shorts, began to shake from the cold.

Svante pleaded:

- Maybe that's enough? Especially since I've already skipped school and my parents are against me for it...

Carleson said with a grin:

- What about the parents? Are they going to beat me?

The boy shook his head:

- They probably won't beat you, but they'll scold you and deprive you of sweets!

The fat boy with the motor grinned:

- Is that all? Although depriving someone of sweets is also a harsh punishment!

Svante said with a sigh:

- And I have to come home from school! My parents will worry again.

Carleson noted:

- You'll tell them you were with me! Isn't that great!

The boy muttered:

- Maybe! But in any case, we've already collected enough money. And it's time for us to know honor!

The fat boy with the motor remarked:

- I don"t need money for rides at all!

The kid, surprised, asked:

- And for what purpose?

Carleson replied with a smile:

- I want to buy a special amulet that will allow me to move between worlds. Then you and I will be able to see something that cannot be told in a fairy tale or described with a pen!

Svante smiled and asked:

- Are you serious?

The fat boy with the motor replied:

- It couldn't be more serious!

The kid asked a very natural question:

- Why do you think that they will sell you such a wonderful amulet? It is better to keep something like this for yourself!

Carleson nodded in agreement:

- True! But a person won't be able to use it. And for the gypsy who has it, it's completely useless!

Svante asked in surprise:

- Are you not a human?

The fat boy answered confidently:

- Of course not! I told you - my father is a dwarf!

The boy grinned and remarked:

- Then such an amulet is worth buying! It will give wonderful opportunities!

Carleson stated confidently:

- The gypsy won't sell it for cheap! So before it gets dark, we have to collect more!

Svante sighed and began to sing again, in a tearful tone:

Along the cold path,

Barefoot boys' feet...

He is hungry, completely tired,

And we have plenty of problems!

Give us at least a penny people,

I'm such a lad, I've lost so much weight...

And for this he will give, God knows,

Why did you help a poor boy?

Sometimes fate has its own penalty,

But fortune awaits me!

The boy's voice was full of suffering, and very shrill. And the Kid was shaking from the cold. And hunger was already felt. And his appearance was so poor and pitiful. People began to give even more friendly and willingly.

Carleson noted:

- You have a natural talent for being a beggar!

Svante sang:

We are great talents, but clear and simple,

We are singers and musicians, acrobats and jesters!

Carleson began to jump and spin. And he sang too, flirting with the audience:

- We are the poorest in the world,

It's a shame to sing on air!

And again spinning on the spot, and shoving the cap. There was already quite a bit of money, but mostly in small change. The whole bag was already stuffed with coins. The little boy limped on both of his bruised, childish legs. And every step was painful for him.

Carleson noticed, looking at the boy's sour face:

- Don't worry! I'll use the amulet to transport you to a time when most boys your age walked barefoot, from frost to frost. And they jumped up and down and smiled.

And the fat boy took it and sang with a smile:

- Oh, boys, you are raiders,

And there were even pilots among you!

He spun around a bit more. But then he took on a serious and even sour look. It was hard for the kid. He was already getting tired physically. His bare, tender soles, unaccustomed to walking without shoes, were covered with blisters and abrasions, and began to crack. What was nothing for a village boy, was torture for a city boy. Plus, there was hunger, and the lack of habit of walking long distances.

Finally it got completely dark, and the autumn became cold, a piercing breeze blew.

Svante began to chatter his teeth and whine:

- That's it, Carleson, I can't take it anymore!

The fat boy with the motor buzzed:

- Calm down! Just calm down!

The boy staggered and replied:

- My legs are burning! I'm just a child, it's like being tortured on coals!

Carleson said with a sigh:

- I'm not sure, but maybe it's enough! Especially since the gypsy said that she would prefer that I pay in small coins. They'll come in handy for various fortune telling and tricks.

Svante sat down on the bench, but Carleson shouted:

- Come on my back! I'll get you there in no time! It just opens in the evening.

Svante shuddered and remarked:

- How I'll get into trouble with my parents! Especially since they might notice my bloody feet!

Carleson nodded:

- Maybe! But this amulet will allow you to travel in time. And maybe I'll return you to the moment when you were going to school. And then you won't even skip classes. And while we're traveling through other worlds, your bruised legs will heal like a dog's!

The kid perked up:

- I hope so!

And he sat down on the fat kid's back. Carleson easily tore himself away from the asphalt, noting:

- It's good that you're not plump! Although your parents are not poor, if you have fifteen rooms!

Svante nodded and sang:

Yes, I want to become rich,

And bathe in luxury...

How can happiness in life give,

Wealth!

Carleson remarked with a grin:

- Usually at your age people don"t dream about wealth!

The kid noticed:

- At my age, boys want to get treasure, or become pirates. That means getting rich! And they're already starting to think about a girlfriend!

Carleson grinned and remarked:

- About a girlfriend? No, it's too early to think about that! To be honest, I'm already at that age that people simply don't live to see! And you're still such a little child to me...

They rushed past the house, racing towards the outskirts of Stockholm.

The kid asked:

- Why do you behave like a little child? Adults are much more respectable.

Carleson answered honestly:

- Because for a gnome, I"m really still young, and secondly, I really want to fool around!

Svante nodded and chirped:

-Doing something you're not supposed to do is even sweeter than ice cream!

The boy with the motor nodded:

- Basically, it's true! When you grow up, you'll understand! And you'll miss your childhood!

And he shouted:

- Everyone has arrived!

They landed already on the very outskirts of the city, when one-story, though beautiful, brick and well-kept houses appeared.

One of them was tall, made of stone, with narrow windows, indicating that it was built long ago.

Carleson noted:

- There's a gypsy living here!

The kid asked with a smile:

- Can she tell fortunes?

The boy with the propeller sang:

- Well, what can I say! Well, what can I say! That's just the way people are!

They want to know, they want to know! They want to know what will happen!

Svante climbed down from his back. He was so curious that he no longer paid attention to the cold. Carleson rang the bell three times.

The doors, which were massive, opened. And a fat boy with a motor walked inside. Behind him, the Kid stepped silently. Suddenly, the boy screamed, stepped on a stone with his bruised, exhausted foot.

Carleson whispered to him:

- Calm! And don't make any noise!

Svante bit his lip. There they were, entering the room. The carpets were soft, tickling the child's bruised feet pleasantly, and the Kid smiled.

A gypsy woman was waiting for them inside. Quite young, no more than thirty, and beautiful in jewelry.

She looked at Carleson and asked in a languid voice:

- Did you bring what you promised?!

He answered with a smile:

- I have a whole bag of different Swedish and not only Swedish coins!

The gypsy smiled skeptically:

- A pile of change, for a priceless amulet, they give the gift of moving through time and between worlds!

Carleson noted:

- But you know, a human can't use it! And not even a dwarf! And only I whose mother is the Queen of the Lotus.

The gypsy nodded:

- Yes, I would never sell you such a priceless amulet if I could use it myself! But money alone is not enough for me! Too little for such value!

Carleson asked with a grin:

- What else do you want!

The beautiful gypsy answered, pointing her fingers at the Kid:

- Give me this boy as a slave!

The boy with the motor shook his head:

- I have no right! He doesn't belong to me, he's a free child!

The gypsy nodded, noting:

- I know it! Well, fine, then let it serve me! And then the priceless amulet will be yours!

Carleson replied:

- Let him decide for himself!

The woman with black hair asked:

- Well, will you serve me, boy?!

Svante asked with an innocent smile:

- How much time and in what?

The gypsy woman said with a smile in response:

- Not forever, that's for sure! Just traveling through different worlds, you will deliver gifts to me from these lands from time to time. Still, I have the right to a share of the wonderful gift!

Carleson nodded:

- That's right, Baby! Agree! Just please don't abuse this right!

The young woman nodded:

- Don't be afraid! I'll give the boy a ring and he'll change color from green to red, which will be a signal that it's time for me to bring him a present! Understood, Carleson?

The boy with the motor confirmed:

- That's acceptable! Just remember, not forever, and not too often!

The gypsy replied:

- Well, cracker, I have a conscience too. But I hope you'll bring me some living water? Or some rejuvenating apples?

Carleson nodded:

- I understand! You want to be forever young and beautiful. I am proud of the fact that, unlike people, death from old age will come to the son of Queen Lotus, perhaps when the Sun goes out, like all the stars in the sky!

The kid whistled:

- Wow! But billions of years must pass for this to happen!

The gypsy woman noted:

- Traveling through different worlds, you can find a lot of valuable things. Look at your feet, they're so worn out, you must have been walking barefoot down the street for a long time, you sissy!

Svante blurted out:

- I had to collect money!

The young woman remarked:

- The amulet should be given to him!

Carleson objected:

- He's a human! He won't work for him!

The gypsy woman smiled and remarked:

- And you, Carleson, are an exploiter! Okay then! Give me the money!

The bag handed over by the boy with the motor was quite large and weighed no less than a pood. And the gypsy, having quickly counted the coins, was pleased.

After which she noted, picking up the bag and heading to the safe:

- And this barefoot boy collected all this in one day?

Carleson corrected:

- We collected this! Together!

The gypsy objected:

- No one will give anything to a fat man like you! So don't brag!

The boy with the motor noted:

- We give you money, and you give us an amulet!

The young woman remarked:

- First, let the boy put on the ring. And this will be his new service!

And the gypsy took out of her drawer a small ring, with a small emerald and made of silver. She went up to the child and carefully put it on, saying:

- I repeat, as soon as the emerald turns red, it means I need a gift!

Svante asked with a smile:

- What kind of gift exactly?

The gypsy woman answered with a smile:

- You can guess that yourself! First of all, of course, I'm interested in living water, rejuvenating apples, and everything that gives youth!

Carleson noted:

- That's the kind of women you are!

The kid touched the ring and noticed:

- It's warm!

The gypsy nodded and noted:

- Now I will give the amulet to Carleson. But I must warn you, you shouldn't use it too often, the magical energy of movement may be depleted and you will have to recharge it.

Carleson said with a smile:

- I know that! But the amulet has power that will last for a long time, especially little energy is spent when moving in time within the planet Earth! But in fairy-tale worlds, you need more!

The young woman noted with a smile:

- You know a thing or two about this!

And she went to another safe. She deftly dialed the combination and opened it. She took out a magical device. The amulet was very small, on a chain made of an unknown metal. And its shape resembled a butterfly.

Carleson took it from the sorceress's hands and put it around his neck.

The gypsy asked him:

- You know how to control it!

The fat boy replied:

- I read it! So I know!

The young woman warned:

- When you take the Baby by the hand while moving, make sure that he says before doing so: you and I are one!

Carleson nodded and remarked:

- We understand!

The gypsy woman smiled and patted Carleson on the shoulder, asking:

- Do you want to visit other worlds right now?

The mischievous boy and half-gnome nodded:

- Certainly!

The young woman suggested:

- You have a school uniform and a boy's shoes in your backpack. Maybe you could leave them with me?

Carleson looked questioningly and asked:

- And what is this for?

The gypsy replied:

- If the boy gets into trouble, his clothes can help me to help!

Svante muttered in confusion:

- Am I going to travel to other worlds, barefoot and in shorts?

Carleson stated confidently:

- I'll get poisoned in the summer time! So don't be afraid! And other clothes, it's not a problem to find them in the worlds!

The gypsy nodded her head, with its black mane:

- Bon voyage!

Svante said with a trembling voice:

- You and I are one!

And he extended his hand to Carleson. He grabbed the boy's palm tightly and squeezed it with unexpected force, which even became painful. The kid groaned.

And Carleson said:

- In 1700, in the summer, the same city, Arabella and transfer!

Then he stamped his heel. Everything around them began to spin and whirl. And a moment later the landscape changed.

. CHAPTER #3.

Instead of night, it was day, and the bright summer sun was shining. Svante even squinted. And took a couple of steps. And winced. The already bruised child's feet were no longer on the smooth asphalt of Stockholm, but on a rough cobblestone pavement. The only thing that was warm and pleasant.

The kid looked around. There were old houses all around, it smelled of manure. A horse-drawn carriage was riding in the distance. Several barefoot, ragged boys were running along the street. And a couple of girls in bonnets and wooden shoes. There were also women and grown men. They were also dressed somewhat baggily.

There were buildings around made of stone - quite beautiful - and wooden huts.

This was a city from the era of Charles XII, when the Middle Ages had already ended and a new era was just beginning - capitalism.

The people looked pretty poor. The men were either wearing boots or wooden shoes. The children were mostly barefoot, but sometimes they wore shoes. More often girls than boys, by the way. Maybe they were just looking after their feet.

In fact, walking on cobblestones or large gravel that had not yet had time to become rough was torture for children's feet, already blistered and bruised.

Svante took a few steps and pleaded:

- It hurts! It's like fire! Get some shoes!

Carleson noted:

- Look how the other boys run!

The kid nodded:

- I run in like that too! I'll just have to get used to it a bit!

The fat boy grinned and remarked:

- This is not Rio de Janeiro!

The kid stood up somehow, so as not to hurt, and froze. A boy ran up to them. He noticed the shorts, which were not typical for that time in Sweden, and asked:

- Why are your pants so short?

The kid blurted out:

- It's fashion!

The boy, he was a couple of years older than Svante and a little higher, laughed, noting:

- Fashion? You might be a nobleman's son! And who's with you?

Carleson replied with an important air:

- I am Count de Ward! Got it, plebeian!

Boys of different ages surrounded the couple. They were dressed rather poorly and torn, dusty. The children's bare feet were tanned with black heels from dirt. True, they themselves were not thin, healthy and cheerful. And as usual, the boys grinned and jumped up.

Carleson was dressed unusually for Sweden at that time, but his sneakers were bright, and his clothes were new and patterned. So he didn't look poor at all. And he could be mistaken for both a boy and an adult dwarf at the same time.

The kid looked poor, thin, already hungry, a little tanned from the summer. In shorts, and a torn T-shirt, a typical beggar. Only the local boys rolled up their pants, and he had shorts.

And his bare feet are bruised and scratched.

The largest boy, about fourteen years old and broad-shouldered, remarked:

- Is this your squire de Ward?

Carleson nodded:

- Something like that!

The boy grinned and noted:

- You don't feed him well!

The fat boy sang:

A full belly is silent in work,

You need to eat less - salute!

The boys laughed. The eldest of them said:

- Come with us! I'll introduce you to the son of another count and you'll be interested!

And the barefoot team of children moved. The little boy went with them. Every step exploded with pain, but the boy held on with pride and unwillingness to show his weakness in front of the other children.

Carleson chatted along the way:

- You know, I've had to fight! I've been everywhere. And if I fire, the whole platoon is mowed down at once!

The teenage boy shook his blond hair and remarked:

- You're pouring it on!

Carleson laughed and sang:

Well, to be honest,

I defeat everyone without exception!

The boys hissed in unison:

- It can't be, it can't be!

Carleson muttered:

- Baby, tell me?

The boy answered with a forced smile:

- Yes, of course!

A crowd of guys approached a fairly large, three-story stone house.

A guard in a cuirass stood at the gate. He looked at the boys and muttered through his mustache:

- Where are we going, rabble?

The teenage boy muttered:

- To Viscount Eric!

The guard replied angrily:

- I won't let you into the house! Get lost!

Carleson said harshly:

- Tell him that Count de Ward has come to see him!

The guard looked at the fat boy, dressed quite well, although unusually, and asked doubtfully:

- Are you a foreigner!?

Carleson grinned and replied:

- You can consider me a Frenchman!

The brute nodded:

- Okay! I'll let you in to Eric, but only you! And the rest of you, let them wash their feet first!

Carleson nodded and pointed at the Kid:

- The squire is with me!

The guard remarked with a grin:

- He looks pathetic!

The boy with the motor muttered:

- He who judges by appearance is wrong!

The bully noted:

- Come in!

A girl appeared with a wreath on her head and dressed smartly, in elegant shoes. She saw off two guests.

Inside, the furnishings were quite luxurious, if a bit rough. There were skins hanging on the walls, and some daub. A couple of statues. And at the entrance, a knight's armor with polished armor.

Both boys approached the spacious office. Viscount Eric was waiting for them there. The boy was dressed in expensive clothes and shiny boots. A little older and taller than Svante.

He shook hands with Carleson and then with the Kid, and remarked:

- You may sit down, dear guests! I see you are foreigners!

Carleson nodded:

- I am generally a cosmopolitan person!

Eric asked in surprise:

- Is that like a cosmopolitan?

The boy with the motor replied:

- A citizen of all countries of the world and the universe at the same time!

The Viscount nodded:

- This is lovely! Let's get some food out of the way! And... - he nodded towards the Kid. - Wash his feet!

A girl appeared. She was fair-haired, bare-headed, and wearing a simple white dress. Her bare, little feet walked silently.

The girl brought a silver basin with warm water.

Svante dipped his bruised, childish feet into it. The girl took out a washcloth, a piece of rough soap and began to carefully rub the boy's bruised, blistered soles.

The baby cried out in pain. But he bit his lip and began to breathe heavily.

Eric noted:

- How badly he's bled his feet. Did he become poor so recently that his feet haven't had time to become calloused!

Carleson clarified:

- He became my squire recently! And a poor man? Blessed, as Jesus said, are the poor in spirit!

The Viscount nodded:

- You're smart! You're obviously older than you look!

Carleson nodded:

- It could very well be! What?

Eric noted:

- The Russian Tsar Peter besieged Narva, Denmark invaded, and Riga is besieged by the Poles and Germans. I want to go to war so much, but I'm only ten years old and my father won't take me!

Carleson nodded with a smile:

- Yes, I understand! Sometimes I also feel uneasy that I am mistaken for a child. Although sometimes it is funny! But my friend, appreciate what you have!

The kid noticed:

- Childhood is a shortcoming that passes with time!

Eric nodded and asked in a whisper:

- And I'm wondering if I should run away to war? Right now, Charles XII has just gathered an army and is preparing to strike Denmark!

Carleson grinned and replied:

- Do you want us to help you get to the front?!

The young Viscount nodded:

- Of course! That would be great!

The boy with the motor noticed:

- I can take you to the front! Just when Charles XII will fight the Danish king. But you have to pay for everything!

The kid nodded with a sigh:

- Of course we must!

Eric nodded with a smile:

- If you mean gold, then I have it! And I will pay you generously!

Carleson grinned and remarked:

- Gold? It's heavy to carry! A diamond ring would be better! And I'll deliver you to the Swedish army in the blink of an eye!

The Viscount was surprised:

- How will you deliver it?

The boy with the motor stamped his foot with a sneaker:

- And so! Count de Ward doesn't throw words around!

Eric nodded:

- Wait! I'll bring you the ring!

And the young Viscount left. The servant girl was still kneeling. She had already washed Svante's feet and was about to dry them with a fluffy towel.

Carleson asked her:

- Who are you?

The girl replied:

- Maid!

The boy with the motor nodded:

- I can see that you are not a lady! And what can you say about Erica?

The girl answered with a smile:

- He is kind!

Carleson laughed and remarked:

- Good! But you walk barefoot!

The girl answered with a smile:

- It's more comfortable this way, especially since it's warm in the house. And your servant has hurt his feet, and he's clearly not used to it!

Carleson muttered:

- He'll get used to it! And you... Wipe his feet and take the basin away!

The girl obeyed. The little boy thought that he was like a noble gentleman, his feet were being washed. And such beautiful maids, too.

The girl wiped the little boy's feet very carefully and tenderly, without causing any pain.

Then she noted:

- We need to lubricate it with balm! Eric has a balm from Palestine that speeds up the healing of wounds!

Carleson nodded:

- Take it and grease it! He'll have to walk a lot more!

The girl left with a basin and a towel.

Eric appeared. He was holding a crocodile skin box. The young Viscount nodded:

- The ring is here! But for now, maybe, let's eat!

The baby exclaimed:

- Yes! I'm just dying of hunger!

Carleson nodded in agreement:

- I'm hungry too!

Eric ordered:

- The best for my guests!

The maidservants appeared - four beauties. They brought roasted roe deer with dessert on golden trays, and a couple of ducklings in apples. The girls were young, practically girls. Three of them were barefoot, and one was in soft slippers.

They bowed to the boys and sang:

May you be happy in the light of love.

Let the blood flow wildly!

Eric noted:

- I have good servants!

A servant girl appeared. She brought a bottle of balm and cooed:

- Now I'll smear all your wounds!

The boy viscount noted:

- The balm is expensive and rare! And you took it without asking! For this, the stick will walk on your bare heels!

The girl bowed:

- I am ready to bear punishment, if it is your will, sir!

The kid objected:

- Don't hit the girl! On the contrary, she wanted to do something kind and good!

Carleson, on the contrary, puffed out his cheeks and said:

- No! The impudent maid must be punished, and we will see at the same time!

Eric nodded:

- Since this is the count"s wish, the girl will be punished!

The boy muttered angrily:

- If you want to punish her unfairly, then beat me too. After all, I did it for a stranger.

The young Viscount nodded:

- Not a bad idea, we'll teach the impudent boy a lesson at the same time!

Carleson objected:

- He's still walking, and I want to show him a lot. And there's no need to hit the girl too hard. Let them teach her a little lesson!

Eric confirmed:

- Good! - And the dignified child exclaimed. - Servants here!

Three teenagers of about fifteen years old in soft boots ran in. They bowed to their master.

Eric ordered:

- Go to the next room and give that impudent maid ten blows with a stick on her bare heels. And hit her hard, but don't cripple her!

The young servants nodded, grabbed the girl and dragged her. The girl did not resist and even screamed:

- I'll go myself!

They put her on her feet. Carleson nodded to Svante:

- Let's go and see! After all, in your peaceful city you've never seen how obstinate girls are punished.

The kid shook his head:

- Don't want!

Carleson grinned and headed into the corridor with Eric. Svante followed him, curiosity getting the better of him.

The boy stamped his feet on the floor and felt that his worn-out soles had almost stopped stinging and hurting.

The boys took the girl to a special room, where there were many devices for punishment. They laid her on her back, and secured her bare feet in a special machine with clamps. Then a large boy took an alder stick in his right hand. It was quite thin and flexible. It inflicted painful blows, but did not cripple the children's bare feet.

The boy servant waved his stick through the air and it whistled.

The young Viscount said with a smile:

- Hit with half your strength!

The boy hit.

The girl gasped. A red stripe appeared on the child's bare sole.

The young but tall servant struck again. The girl twisted her face and bit her lip.

Eric noted:

- I'm not evil, but there must be discipline! And there's no point in transferring goodness to unfamiliar boys!

The teenage servant beat. The stick whistled. The girl was silent, although it hurt. And then the blows stopped. The soles of the young servant girl turned red from the blows and even swelled slightly.

But overall, nothing terrible. The girl was released. Tears were shining in her eyes and her tender, childish face was upset. It was a bit painful to step on them and the girl, standing on her feet, oykuna. And she stood on her tiptoes, it was a little easier that way.

Eric nodded with a smile like a young devil:

- Well, how did you learn your lesson?

The girl made a slight bow and chirped:

- Thanks for the lesson!

Carleson laughed and remarked:

- There are even harsher methods! When bare heels are burned with a hot iron!

Eric nodded:

- Yes! They do that, but only if the crime is serious and you need to find out important information!

Svante remarked with a sigh:

- Burning children's heels with a hot iron is too cruel!

Carleson confirmed:

- Yes, it is cruel! But the times are so harsh. So they can burn a child's heels. So don't complain that you are being taught to walk barefoot, and it is only difficult at first, and then pleasant!

Eric noted:

- Well, you've eaten at my place, maybe you'd like some wine?

Carleson objected:

- I'm young enough to drink, but Baby is still a child, and he'll get drunk. Especially since your wine is strong?

The young Viscount nodded:

- Of course it's strong! More than a hundred years of aging!

The fat boy with the motor laughed and replied:

- Wine is famous for its mighty power,

It knocks mighty men off their feet!

Eric nodded:

- Let's go outside then. We'll play in the yard. We're still kids, and we should play. In particular, we can fence with wooden swords!

And Eric headed for the exit. Carleson and the Kid followed him. The girl, also on tiptoes, walked carefully after them. The children were cheerful and wanted to stretch their legs.

Svante noted:

- It's summer here after all... And in summer the mood is different than in autumn. Warm and pleasant.

Indeed, the little boy's bare feet almost stopped hurting, and when he walked, they only stung slightly, and the cuts and blisters healed right before his eyes.

Eric noted:

- My ancestor took part in a children's expedition to the holy lands. He was about twelve years old then. And he walked barefoot with other children for hundreds of miles. So that's just the tip of the iceberg. And now four countries are fighting against Sweden, including Russia, which is so big that...

The boy threw up his hands, unable to find an example for comparison.

They went out into the yard. It was warm, sunny, smelled of summer, grass, and a little bit of manure.

There were several wooden scarecrows, poles and something like a swing in the yard.

Two servant boys appeared. They were barefoot and shirtless, tanned and muscular. They brought weapons - swords, spears, shields, maces and so on.

They put it on the table.

After which they bowed.

Eric nodded and ordered:

- Stay here, let's fence!

Carleson noted:

- Interesting idea. You know, I have some experience with a rapier, or even swords. But Svante has never held a sword in his hands. Should he fight?

The Viscount logically noted:

- We should learn! And in the meantime, let him watch, I'll fence with this one!

And he pointed to the barefoot servant boy.

Then he took off his boots, waistcoat and shirt. He exposed his torso, which was quite muscular in the boy. It is clear that Eric trains a lot.

And both boys began to hack and slash with wooden swords. It was obvious that the young servant had also been practicing a lot and had mastered the technique. And it was a fight on equal terms.

The boys shuffled their bare feet, raising dust. Gradually, their muscular bodies began to be covered in beads of sweat and glisten.

Carleson noted:

- Just like gladiators! This is cool!

Svante was surprised:

- Have you been to Ancient Rome and seen gladiators?

Carleson clarified:

- I saw gladiators, and they are not only in Rome!

The boys continued to fight with great enthusiasm. And the fat boy with the motor began to sing:

We are peaceful people, but our armored train,

I managed to figure it out before I got to Mars...

We will fight for a brighter tomorrow -

Let me fight in battle!

It really did look funny. The boys sweated even more.

And another boy went to the well and got a bucket of cold water from it. He took it and poured it on the fighting fighters, after which he sang:

- Water, water, cold water,

That it spilled from the bucket for a reason!

The boys refreshed themselves. And Viscount Eric, smiling, suggested to the Kid:

- Maybe you'll try with us!

Svante spread his hands:

- To be honest, I don"t know how!

Carleson growled:

- If you don"t know how, we"ll teach you; if you don"t want to, we"ll make you!

Eric pointed to his partner, handing the sword to the Kid:

- Come on, teach him. Just take it easy, see how small and skinny he is!

He nodded with a smile:

- I understand!

A duel began between them. The little boy swung his wooden sword clumsily. His vis-à-vis easily parried the blows, but did not attack. Then both boys went and grappled. Eric's larger servant knocked Svante down.

And he laid him on his shoulder blades.

Carleson noted:

- The Kid turned out to be a bit weak! And to be honest, it's dangerous to travel with him.

Eric objected:

- Why? He won't beat you!

The fat boy with the motor remarked:

- But it won"t protect!

The boy viscount answered in a menacing tone:

- You must protect yourself!

Carleson nodded:

- It's true that you protect yourself! But you also have to protect him!

Svante squeaked in frustration:

- I'm only eight years old... I have my whole life ahead of me!

The fat boy laughed and noted:

- I see you are a great optimist!

The Viscount nodded and noted:

- Maybe we'll take a walk around Stockholm? While the weather is nice and the sun hasn't set yet!

Carleson nodded in agreement:

- It will be good for all of us!

And the boy of a mysterious age and the four boys moved towards the exit from the yard.

The baby chirped:

- Let the servant girl walk with us too! I think it would be fair!

Carleson nodded:

- In this case, I agree! And it's even more interesting as a girl!

The Viscount confirmed:

- Come with us! Remember the mercy of your master!

Four boys and a girl slapped their bare soles on the rocky road. Carleson stomped in his boots, apparently at an age that was embarrassing to even name, he considered it humiliating to walk barefoot.

Svante, whose bruised legs had not yet healed, winced and groaned from the prickly, rocky road of the medieval or almost medieval capital of Sweden.

The girl was also in pain, her heels were beaten with sticks, but she walked on her toes and also endured it.

The young servants slapped their bare feet with pleasure; they were still children and it was much more pleasant for them, and they had already gotten calluses, and what did these pebbles matter to them?

But the Viscount felt a little uncomfortable. It was somehow scary for a noble boy to walk barefoot - as if you were a poor man. Although he ran and walked, albeit not constantly.

Eric even started singing to cheer himself up:

-I am a descendant of formidable kings,

Able to compare with an angel...

But barefoot like a fool,

It's probably time to get married!

Carleson burst out laughing. Svante looked around Stockholm with all his eyes. The city was not without charm - an abundance of stone houses, albeit with small windows, and castles were visible, and statues. There were, of course, beggarly huts.

Almost all the children were barefoot and ragged. Only the most distinguished ones wore boots. Many women were barefoot too - especially the young ones. One of them ran up to Eric, who was wearing only short pants, and offered him a drink of milk from a jug.

The Viscount shook his head:

- Give it to the youngest of us! And he pointed at the Kid.

The woman handed him the jug. Svante took a few sips and gasped, his bare, childish heel stepping on the sharp edge of the stone.

The young woman, who was barefoot herself, said sympathetically:

- Poor child! I see your skin hasn't had time to harden yet!

Carleson answered confidently:

- He will become even more coarse! He will become even more hardened!

The woman remarked with a sigh:

- Shoes are expensive. But I heard that you can weave bast shoes. They are quite warm in winter.

The Viscount replied:

- I have no problems with money! I'm without shoes because I like it! Not because I'm poor!

Svante blurted out something irrelevant:

- Blessed are the poor in spirit!

Eric wagged his finger.

- Not a word about religion! It would be a shame to spoil such a good walk with scholasticism and antimony!

The maid girl sang:

- Jesus was omnipotent,

And the eternal king of the universe...

From the beginning God is the being -

Praise Him in prayer!

The Viscount replied angrily:

- For that, another twenty blows on the heels with sticks... Although no, it would be better if you stood on your knees for two hours, and on dry peas at that.

Svante was indignant and clenched his fists:

- You can't do that! You're not a gentleman!

Eric exclaimed:

- What? Maybe you want to fight me!

The kid, although smaller in stature and not as trained as the Viscount, said decisively:

- Yes! I challenge you!

. CHAPTER #4.

The boy from a noble family answered:

- Excellent! I will fight you with my fists and teach the little brat some lesson in insolence!

Carleson remarked with a chuckle:

- They prefer fists, those who can't use brains!

Svante chirped:

- Big fists are not always a sign of little intelligence, but always of gigantic conceit!

Eric laughed and remarked:

- What a boy, what a fine fellow! His mug is about to turn into a cutlet, but he doesn't forget to be funny!

The kid answered confidently:

- A sharp mind will defeat an enemy more reliably than a dull sword!

The boy-viscount stamped his bare heel angrily. He drove the stone deeper and suggested:

- You know, I've changed my mind. I won't fight you. Let's just arm wrestle. And I'm even offering you a handicap - I'll use one hand, and you use two!

Carleson nodded confidently:

- Agree, Svante! Only the second hand will be mine!

Eric hissed:

- Really? Or maybe you, fatso, want to arm wrestle with me?

The plump boy nodded confidently with his head on his powerful neck:

- What, let's do it. I just don't like fighting for no reason. Let's make a bet!

The boy viscount took a gold coin out of his pocket. He threw it up, then caught it in his palm and asked:

- Is it okay?

Carleson shook his head.

- One gold piece is not enough! Come on, three at once would be better!

And the plump boy pulled out several golden curls from his pocket at once!

The kid suddenly blurted out:

- If you are so rich, you would buy cakes and buns in the store instead of stealing!

Carleson became furious:

- Was it me who stole? Me!?

Eric grinned:

- Yes, I know, you're quite the character! But come on, three of your gold coins, against my three!

Carleson nodded and added:

- And ten more blows with sticks on the heels of my impudent partner who dared to call me a thief?

The boy viscount objected:

- His legs are already bruised and he can hardly walk. If you win, I will personally give him ten blows with a whip on the back!

The fat kid with the motor nodded:

- He's coming! He's barely dragging himself along on broken soles! And get ready to part with your coins!

Both boys, one taller, thinner, but seemingly much more athletically built and muscular, got together with the fat man. Only this fat man smiled very condescendingly, noting with a wink:

- Oh, what a child you are compared to me, who has seen it all!

Eric hissed in response:

- You're just a fat pig compared to me!

And the boy-viscount jerked with all his might and fell on the plump boy"s hand.

Carleson, however, did not even change his expression. His thick paw stood like cast steel...

And Eric resisted, like a donkey with its legs. Svante laughed and remarked:

- Yes, a child against a man in his prime!

The boy viscount croaked:

- I'll beat you to death!

Carleson grinned like a tiger who had just eaten and pushed Eric's hand away, then said:

- Pay the coins first!

The boy viscount handed over three gold coins, brand new, with a portrait of Charles the Twelfth as a teenage king. Carleson picked them up and sang:

You will be a cutlet,

I'm not a boy, but a monster with a motor...

I fell in love with the gold coin,

Not yet mature enough for the crown!

Eric laughed with a cheerful look:

- Do you want to get a crown too? You know, there is an article in the criminal code for that. And they can chop off either your hand or even your head!

Carleson sang ironically:

Why do we need a head?

It doesn't get any dumber...

Don't chop wood with your head,

Nails are not hammered in!

Although you can eat it,

Wearing crowns hats...

And salute with your palm,

Let's punch the bungler in the forehead!

The boy Viscount nodded:

- Yes, you've noticed it right! Well, now boy, what's your name?

The kid muttered barely audibly:

- Svante!

Eric angrily stamped his bare, strong, athletic boy foot and growled:

- Louder! I can't hear!

- Svante! - The frightened child screamed.

Eric noted:

- I have to give you ten lashes with the whip. But since you look thin and weak, I will hit you through your shirt.

The boy viscount tore off a branch and quickly cleared it of leaves. He looked quite pleased.

Carleson suggested:

- Maybe I should take off my shirt. It will burst under the blows, and it would be a shame to ruin a good thing!

Eric said condescendingly:

- I won't be too harsh, let him live. But the girl will definitely get her heels slapped with sticks!

The little maid chirped:

- No need! I will obey!

Carleson hissed:

- Then let's kick the Kid's heels! The bamboo grove will walk on his bare soles!

The girl squeaked:

- No! Better then hit me!

Eric put down his whip and remarked:

- She is so kind and devoted! No, they won't beat her. And this child too. Let them go in peace!

Carleson muttered:

- You promised me ten blows?

The boy viscount nodded:

- And I will keep my promise! After all, I am a nobleman and the son of a count, I always keep my word!

And Eric bared his torso, ordering the boy servant:

- Give me ten lashes with the whip!

He spread his hands:

- What are you talking about, sir!

The boy viscount stamped his bare foot angrily again and growled:

- Don't you understand? This is an order!

A teenager of about fourteen, muscular and strong, nodded:

- Yes sir!

Eric exposed his bare, muscular back and growled:

- Hit!

The young servant struck softly. The whip whistled thinly through the air, a light slap.

The boy viscount roared:

- Are your hands withered? Come on, hit harder!

The strong-built boy hit harder. A red stripe swelled on Eric's tanned, muscular back.

The boy viscount muttered:

- Even stronger!

The young servant objected:

- The skin will burst and your mother will notice. And then you will have a lot of trouble!

Eric nodded with a smile:

- Okay, hit like this! The first hit doesn't count, so nine more hits!

The boy servant, a rather strong teenager of about fourteen, crushed the insect with his bare heel and struck the Viscount on his bare, muscular back. He only smiled in response, although it was clear from his eyes that he was uncomfortable and in pain.

Svante whispered:

- Barbaric customs!

Carleson chuckled in response:

- What did you expect? There is chaos in the world!

The boy servant dealt blows with moderate enthusiasm. Eric, to his part, not only endured the pain, but also withstood all the blows with his mouth stretched into a smile.

After which he nodded to Carleson and the Kid, looking at the Sun:

- Do you have anything to do?

What can be interpreted as, say, the acquaintance has come to an end, if, of course, you have no other ideas?

The fat boy with the motor nodded:

- Don't you want to measure your intelligence with me?

Eric frowned his childish forehead and said:

- Well, maybe for money!

Carleson nodded and suggested, taking gold from his pocket:

- Let's bet ten coins. I'll ask you a question, and if you answer, then you'll ask me a question, and I'll answer. And so whoever makes the first mistake loses. And then, of course, the winner gets ten gold coins!

The boy viscount nodded:

- Let's.

And he took a purse from his belt, counting out ten gold circles. The kid bent down. On the coins were images of the former Swedish king. And beautiful gold.

Eric noted:

- Well, what are we standing there for? Let's go to the grove. I'll offer you another game there while the sun is still shining. I have lots of ideas.

Carleson noted:

- There may be a million ideas, but not a single useful thought!

The boy viscount was offended:

- I have a ton of good ideas! You just don't know!

The children set off along the rocky road. The little one, whose legs had been mercilessly beaten down, moaned faintly with each step. The girl, hardened by barefoot walking, even smiled. Her face was much darker than her white hair from the sun. She reminded Svante of the fairy-tale Gerda from The Snow Queen.

She also walked half the world barefoot. Although about half the world, this is clearly too much. However, if you walk without shoes for a long time, the sole, especially for children, gets rough very quickly, and it doesn"t hurt so much, and maybe even feels good to step on pebbles.

Eric asked Carleson:

- Well, come on, ask your question! You're a fat smartass!

The plump boy asked:

- What is the depth of the deepest trench in the Pacific Ocean?

Eric frowned and muttered:

- And can one think that you know this?

Carleson replied with a smile:

- Imagine, I know!

The boy viscount hissed:

- Well, you're a smart guy! Well, okay, I don't know this question. But let's make another bet: if you answer my next question, I'll give you twenty gold coins, and if not, then you give me twenty gold coins!

The fat boy noted:

- First, give me the ten gold coins you lost!

Eric remarked harshly:

- You can ask questions to which you know the answers. So give me the answer yourself!

Carleson nodded:

- The depth of the deepest trench in the Pacific Ocean, the Mariana Trench, is 11,210 meters. What did you eat?

The boy viscount muttered:

- You're a walking encyclopedia. But I'll ask you a question that you can't answer!

The fat boy grunted:

- Can you answer it yourself?

Eric said confidently:

- Of course I can!

The baby stepped on a sharp stone with his sore heel and yelped in pain.

The boy servant suggested:

- Maybe I'll take him on my back. I'll carry him to the park, the grass is softer there!

Carleson objected:

- No! Let the boy get used to it and toughen up!

Eric nodded:

- Let him suffer! Soon his soles will become as hard as the Devil's skin! And I just asked you a question, and get your gold pieces ready!

The maid girl squeaked:

- Yes, I know this question, no one could answer it!

Carleson noted:

- But no one has lived and seen as much as I have! So let him ask!

Eric said ingratiatingly: in one village there lives a barber who shaves only those villagers who do not shave themselves - the question is who shaves the barber!

The kid noticed:

- Something familiar. I read about this riddle in some Eastern fairy tale. But there is no answer! It's a paradox!

Carleson said with a smile:

And how many wonderful discoveries we have,

The sound of empty discussions...

And experience is the son of difficult mistakes,

And a genius of paradoxes, friend!

Eric angrily stamped his bare, childish foot and hissed:

- Well, tell me, who shaves the barber!

The fat boy answered confidently:

- My answer is very simple - the barber is shaved by the razor!

Eric shrugged his shoulders in confusion:

- How's the razor?

Carleson replied with a grin:

- What? A bare finger shaves a beard?

The boy Viscount replied with a sigh:

- Well, it looks like you'll have to give up the money.

And Eric, with obvious reluctance, handed over the gold to Carleson. He sang with great pleasure:

Here is a gypsy woman telling our fortunes,

That luck will be with us...

It's just a pity no one knows,

And we don"t know ourselves...

How much gold do we need?

And what a reward awaits!

And they winked at each other. After which Eric looked at the sun, which was clearly heading towards sunset, and noted:

- It's clearly time for me to go! If you want, I can invite you to stay the night with me!

Carleson shook his head:

- No! New adventures await us, and it was a pleasure to talk to you. But I think that Baby will appreciate all this?

Eric nodded with a smile:

- Yes, both he and we learned a lot! And our future will be cool!

Svante answered with a smile, although his little childish legs were bruised and bleeding and covered with painful blisters:

- Yes, I understood what a school of courage is! And if necessary, I am ready to fight...

Carleson sang with a smile:

- We are peaceful people, but our armored train has already managed to accelerate to the very steam, we will fight for a bright tomorrow. And fight fiercely!

Eric asked in surprise:

- What is an armored train?

The fat boy, smiling carnivorously once more, took his smartphone out of his pocket and replied:

- I can show you!

The boy viscount was surprised:

- What is this?

Carleson pressed the button and turned on the screen:

- Look at this!

And indeed, a screen flashed in front of the surprised boy, and on it was a bright image of something rapidly moving.

Eric shouted at the top of his lungs:

- Wow! This is cool! Magic!

Svante exclaimed in surprise:

- What a technique! I've never seen anything like it!

Carleson nodded:

- These are smartphones - the technology of the future! So, baby, I see you are very surprised!

Eric looked back, the servant boys backed away. The Viscount exclaimed:

- Don't be afraid! It's just magic that shows pictures. Like a saucer with an apple rolling down it. It's not scary at all!

The kid clarified:

- It's just a TV from the future in miniature form. Nothing scary, just science!

Carleson boasted:

- I have some cooler things! So guys, stick with me and you'll be happy!

Eric snapped back and replied:

- I am physically healthy, rich, noble, what else do I need from you?

The fat boy with the motor answered confidently:

- I can make you the Swedish king! And then we will conquer the world!

Eric scratched the top of his head and noted:

- It's not a bad idea. But I'll manage without you somehow. Especially since achieving everything myself with the help of a sword and guns is more interesting than with the power of Satan!

Carleson answered seriously:

- Satan does not exist in the understanding of people and the Bible. There are different Gods, good and evil, and ambiguous. But everything in the world is relative and there are actually many creators in the universe, as well as different universes themselves.


Eric smiled and, stamping his bare, strong, but still childish foot, asked:

- Why don"t you recognize the authority of the Bible?

The fat boy with the motor answered confidently:

- There is no point in showing fanaticism towards any book. And the Bible was written by people too! But look!

Carleson took it and clicked it, pressing the button and showing the noble boy his color photograph:

- You see! This can also be taken for a miracle, but in fact it is science!

The boy squires gurgled:

- Can you make portraits for us?

The baby squeaked uncertainly:

- We can do everything...

Carleson laughed and replied:

- A gold coin from you!

Eric objected and even waved his fists:

- Don't! He can steal your souls!

The tall, handsome, muscular boys shuddered at once and screamed:

- Don't take our souls! We don't want to go to Hell!

Carleson replied with a smile:

- After the body ceases to exist, the soul goes neither to heaven nor to hell, but to another world. And there it is incarnated into another body. So don't think that everything will be so simple and fun for you!

One of the boys asked:

- Is it possible to stay young forever?

And a boy of about fourteen pressed a stone into the ground with his bare heel.

Carleson shrugged and replied:

- Everything is possible and not so much as if! And what do you want to be forever, as you are?

Eric interrupted the boy with the motor:

- Don't tempt my servants! Or else I'll really order you to be tied up!

Carleson replied with a grin:

- It's easier said than done.

The Viscount gave the order:

- Tie up this fat man and quickly...

The boys rushed at Carleson. But the little man shifted and two strong, muscular teenagers collided heads and fell, unconscious. Erid pulled a sword from his belt and rushed at Carleson. But the one who pressed his finger, and under the bare feet of the boy-viscount flared. And he squealed in pain, having received a burn.

The baby squeaked:

- This is technology! Stronger than Satan, stronger than Beelzebub!

The boy viscount fell down and squeaked:

- What a devil you are! How could you!

Carleson sang in response:

Humanity has iron technology,

Certainly necessary and very useful...

But cool magic is super technology,

It might even break all the devil's horns!

Eric suddenly calmed down and replied:

- Let's part on good terms! And then everyone will be fine!

Carleson chirped in response:

Good deed, good deed, good deed,

That girl spent some time in prison!

And then the boy with the motor muttered:

- Yes, I have to go! Goodbye!

And Carleson, picking up Svante or the Kid on his back, flew up. The boy asked in surprise:

- And where to now?

Carleson replied:

- Rescue the boy and girl! They've just been locked in prison, and the executioner is interrogating them, and we should intervene.

And the couple headed towards the huge and massive castle, which also served as the main prison in the Swedish kingdom.

Indeed, two children of about twelve years old were being prepared for interrogation. Due to their young age, they were to be flogged with a whip. The children were tied to goats and their backs were exposed. One of the executioners struck their bare backs, while the other hit their bare heels with his heel.

As it turned out, they wanted to find out from the children where their parents hid the family treasures.

The boy clenched his teeth with all his might and tried to endure both the spanking and the blows with sticks on his round, pink, childish heels. But the girl screamed.

Carleson flew into the room, passing through a thick granite wall with the baby.

A semblance of a camera flashed in the fat boy's hands. And he pressed the flash, having covered Svante's eyes with his palm before doing so. And it flared up like a miniature atomic explosion. Several executioners, two scribes, and the nobleman in charge of the interrogation instantly went blind.

Carleson picked up the dagger dropped by the executioner and began to cut the ropes on the hands and ankles of the bound children.

Their backs were already well lacerated, and their heels, beaten by sticks, were blue and swollen.

The kid belatedly asked:

- How did you manage to pass through the wall with me!?

Carleson readily replied:

- Shifted us one nanosecond into the past! So that we are both in this time and not at all!

Svante asked in surprise:

- And what works?

The plump child replied:

- As you can see!

The child prisoners stood up, groaning with difficulty. It was hard to walk on their bare feet, beaten with the executioners' sticks.

The boy, however, despite the fact that his face was pale, smiled and asked:

- Are you angels?

Carleson replied with a smile:

- My father is a dwarf, and my mother is a nymph, so the blood of pagan gods flows in me!

The girl squeaked:

- You are demons!

Svante hastened to answer:

- I am kind and a believer!

A boy of about nine years old crossed himself for greater authenticity.

Carleson noted:

- You need to get out of here! The guards will show up soon, and the king will, at best, lock you up in prison forever on bread and water!

The children began to cry out in fear:

- We are ready, but how to do it!

The fat boy replied:

- You take my right hand, and let the girl hold my left. And you hold on to Svante's neck. Now we'll go through the wall.

And the young genius realized three children at once in the air. The children had already managed to lose weight in prison on bread and water, but were still larger than the baby. And like ghosts, or spirits of dead people, they passed through the thick walls of the prison.

Svante felt only a slight thickening of the air as they passed through the granite. But it was great...

Carleson noted:

- Is it fun to be a ghost?

The boy replied:

- Maybe!

The children asked the fat boy again in chorus:

- And you are not the Devil?

Carleson said with resentment:

- The devil saves innocent children from torture?

The girl shrugged her narrow, bruised shoulders and replied:

- Most likely not! But sometimes Satan takes the form of an angel of light.

The boy replied with an angry look:

- Sometimes being hit on the heels with sticks is not the worst thing in life!

The children flew out of the castle, and Carleson carried them to the outskirts of Stockholm. After which he remarked:

- It's dangerous for you to stay here. Most likely the king's guard will be looking for the fugitives.

The boy shrugged and replied:

- My feet hurt from the poles. But if we have to, we'll go, even to the ends of the earth!

The girl nodded:

- We will dissolve among other stray children!

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- Perhaps it would be better for us to move to another time. Where it will be safer for you!

The children didn't have time to say yes or no, as the fat boy did some manipulations. And suddenly the landscape around them began to change. The four of them flew into a certain corridor between the spaces and started jumping along it.

It sparkled all around, and bright flies swarmed. And then everything calmed down.

They are in Stockholm again. Only this time it is an ultra-modern city of the early twenty-third century.

The moving hyperplastic tracks flowed, and children and teenagers spun on flying boards.

The city itself was noisy. Advertising boards were burning, and there was an abundance of colors, and a couple of artificial lights in the sky.

Two children from the very beginning of the eighteenth century took and cowered in fear.

It all looked really wild. Both the teenagers and the children who were flying through the air like crazy rabbits were terribly painted. And the hairstyles, especially those of the girls, were terribly pretentious.

Svante asked:

- Is this the future?

Carleson nodded his big head:

- Yes, this is the future!

The child prisoners chirped:

- We don"t need such a future - it"s scary here!

The fat boy replied with a smile:

You should never be afraid,

You guys are the bravest people I've ever seen...

We have always been able to fight in battles,

We are more than ten years old!

And Carleson flew up to a couple of teenagers. They gave him a couple of candies and the boy with the motor showed them a trick.

After which he handed over the bars in a beautiful sticker:

- Here, try it! This is chocolate from the future!

The girl chirped:

- You shouldn't accept a treat from the Devil!

The boy reasoned more logically:

- We are already in Hell, and it is better to stay in hell with comfort!

And he took the candy, carefully bit into it. And felt the flavor enhancer that made the chocolate simply divine.

And he exclaimed:

- This is a miracle! Try it too!

The girl obeyed, took a bite. And began to chew vigorously. And the childish face grinned contentedly.

Carleson noted:

- Children all over the world have something in common!

. CHAPTER #5.

After which the boys relaxed. Carleson flashed a gold card and replied:

- I can buy you kids sneakers that you too will be able to fly on!

Svante exclaimed:

- Lovely! I've wanted these for a long time!

The boy, a former prisoner, asked:

- And they are like seven-league boots?

Carleson answered confidently:

- Even better! They only need recharging once a month, but that's a small thing.

The most important thing is that you don't crash in flight!

The girl squeaked:

- This is damn good!

The fat boy nodded:

- You can control sneakers both mentally and by raising and lowering the bare toes of children's feet. Mentally it is more practical and simpler, but here you need discipline of thinking. So that your thoughts do not hover in the clouds!

Svante replied with a sigh:

- I am a big dreamer and visionary!

The boy prisoner nodded:

- Yes, I've flown in my dreams, but not in reality. This is truly a world of demons!

The girl squeaked:

- Happy and kind demons!

Carleson corrected:

- Not demons, but the future! Since you are still children, you will be sold flying sneakers at a discount of ninety-nine percent - almost for nothing!

Svante felt playful and chirped:

For free, for free, for free,

I have the gift...

I don't want to tolerate you,

I will sing thrash metal!

The boy and the count's son asked with a smile:

- What is Thrash Metal?

The kid shrugged his narrow, childish shoulders and replied:

- I don"t know, but it sounds beautiful!

Carleson nodded:

- Yes, it really does sound beautiful...

A flying machine flew past the children, looking like a multi-colored pill. And it was sparkling, giving off reflections of different shades.

The girl fell down in surprise, raising her bare feet and chirped:

- This is truly a hellish cascade!

Carleson laughed, shook the hand of the boy with the fancy hairdo, took the semblance of a cigarette from his mouth, took a drag and sang:

What a blue sky,

There were two of us in trouble!

Now there are four fighters,

Very bloody daredevils!

The boy count nodded:

- Yes, I know how to fight! And I'm very good with a blade!

Carleson noted:

- There are fencing competitions here. And there you will show yourself from the best side, earning money!

Svante squeaked:

-Come on, get going!

The boy-count giggled and sang:

I am a warrior like a Viking,

A first-class fighter...

Left the games,

The calculation here is dangerous!

The girl stamped her bare, sharp, childish foot on the crystal surface, which clinked and said:

- I believe that Sweden will still show itself to the world and Russia will be defeated, along with its army bristling with steel!


Carleson grinned and replied:

- Blessed is he who believes!

After which the fat boy led the children to the nearest retail outlet. There really were miracle sneakers on sale. And they could stock up on them.

The boy-count tried these wonderful shoes on his bare feet, slightly scorched by the fire. The sneakers slipped on easily... Carleson noted:

- Yes, you can buy it on credit! Win the competition and give it all back!

The little countess chirped:

- I want that too! That would be great!

The boy count replied:

- I'll win a prize for you too! You know how skillfully I fence!

Carleson felt it necessary to warn:

- Don't underestimate your opponents. Those who fence for money do it well.

Advertisements were playing in the store - a real movie. And to the credit of the children from the late Middle Ages, or more precisely the early modern period, they were not scared, but watched with great interest. In fact, here it looked, although frightening, but overall cool.

Svante also watched such films with great interest and noted with a smile:

- This could well be called a miracle! What bright colors, although it flickers a bit.

Carleson replied with a sweet look:

- Yes, perhaps it is a bit motley, but there is also charm in that.

The boy and the girl put on the sneakers, and Svante couldn't resist either. He took them and put them on his bare, battered feet. After that, he felt really great.

The boy-count asked, stamping his foot in his sneaker:

- Why aren't we taking off?

Carleson, like a seasoned ace, answered:

- They are not activated. And you have no experience in operating them. You should practice on a special trainer or simulator! Otherwise, you will really break all the shop windows, and that will cost money, and you will get hurt.

The girl countess giggled and noted:

- It's like riding a horse. My mother also told me - be careful, daughter, or you'll get hurt. However, I didn't crash, as you can see I'm alive!

Svante remarked with a smile:

- In one era there are horses, in another - gravity shoes, there is a place for a feat everywhere!

Carleson with a sweet smile, and he really has a childish and sweet one, suggested:

- Let me turn on the autopilot mode for you. Feel the real flight. Then you will feel more comfortable and easier!

Three children, and a boyish man in his prime, walked out of a shop that sold gadgets from the future. After which they really did rise smoothly into the air. Svante giggled with delight, and the girl-countess exclaimed:

- Wow!

The boy-count whistled:

- Great!

The children flew through a wild, yet dazzlingly beautiful city of the future. What bright, sparkling posters there were, some the size of a dozen stadiums, and they showed either movies or cartoons with special effects.

Here was an advertising, giant screen, past which children flew, showing a real space battle. And of course, a hologram showed Darth Vader in close-up. In later episodes of "Star Wars", of course, the dark lord was resurrected. Either cloned, or extracted from a time loop. In any case, things went well. As they say, you can't drink away a charismatic figure.

And the spirit of Emperor Palpatine entered the clone of a charming and very muscular girl.

Yes, a battle in space looks very bright. Especially when flagships of the grand battleships are leading each other. And they have thousands of hyperlaser guns of various calibers. And the largest ones send out green and scarlet streams of energy.

Carleson, with the air of an expert, and he really knew quite a lot, noted with a smile:

- A gun with a caliber of one thousand EL produces energy equivalent to two hundred and fifty atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima in one second!

Svante asked naively:

- Is that a lot?

The fat boy replied:

- Just to hell!

The boy count asked:

- What is Hiroshima? Is this some kind of name that is not ours?

Carleson replied with a smile:

- Hiroshima in Japan!

The girl countess squeaked:

- Wow, it's so far away! Japan is at the end of the world!

Svante squeaked:

- There is no end to the world, the Earth is round and revolves around the Sun!

The boy count objected:

- Yes, the Earth may be round, Magellan did make a trip around the world, but we ourselves see that it is the sun that runs around it!

Svante noted the little angel with a smile:

- Well, what about Copernicus? Do you know that he was the first to discover that the sun revolves around the Earth?

The girl countess giggled and noted:

- There was also Galileo, but he denied it!

The kid objected:

- No, he didn't renounce it! He said it straight out: but it still moves!

The boy count sang:

Bears rub against the axle,

The seas sleep under the ice...

Bears rub against the axle -

The Earth is spinning!

Carleson mentally ordered the flight to speed up. Teenagers, painted in an avant-garde style, rushed past them. And they had very elaborate hairdos, the boys even in the form of tanks, and the girls like rocket launchers.

Svante even sang:

We are advancing in all directions -

Tanks, infantry, artillery fire!

There are no tougher fighters than children -

The youths enter the battle with fury!

Carleson nodded with satisfaction:

- And you are a poet, even though you are still little! I was not mistaken about you!

A giant fountain was throwing jets high into the sky past the children flying past. It was done in a space style, only the spacesuits were much more advanced and less bulky. They looked a bit like Japanese anime.

However, the Kid is from the time when people did not know about computers and the Japanese did not make their wonderful cartoons yet. But Disney's color cartoons had already appeared, and Svante had already managed to watch them in the cinema.

And I must say, it's really great! They make such cool cartoons in the USA - you can't take your eyes off them!

And the fountain was magnificent and had seven jets. And children of different ages were splashing in it.

In general, in the future, there are no adults in sight, or only kids or teenagers. But adults do not appear.

The young count sang:

And I fly high,

Soaring above the future freely and easily...

And only the stars circle in the sky above me,

And only the stars circle in the sky above me,

I am a nobleman, which means the boy is cool!

The girl-countess noted with a sweet look:

- And I see you're drawn to poetry? Although, everything here is very cool and magnificent!

Svante nodded with a smile:

- The fountains are magnificent! I've never seen anything like them!

Carleson said with a grin:

- There's a lot you haven't seen yet! But can you really see much at nine years old, much less remember it?

The boy answered with pathos:

Heroism has no age,

In the young heart there is love for the country...

Can conquer the boundaries of space,

Make everyone on Earth happy!

A teenager in some kind of transparent, ornate helmet flew up to them, spun around, and sang:

- Why do you fly in such a strict line? Do you have a teacher?

Carleson grinned and asked:

- And why does it matter to you?

A young man of about fourteen laughed and replied:

- I just see you're new. And I thought maybe you needed an escort?

The boy count answered boldly:

- I don't need low-born escorts!

The boy in the helmet laughed and replied:

- You are still children, obviously, and yet you are so impudent! But fortunately for you, I am a professor and can control my emotions!

Svante was surprised:

- Professor? But professors are old, and you are a teenager?

The young man answered with a smile:

- I'll soon be a hundred years old. What surprises you?

Carleson replied with a smile:

- And they are, so to speak, from another planet. And it is hard to believe that at a hundred years old you can look fourteen. Although I generally look two hundred, like a boy from the first grade!

Svante sang with delight:

First-grader, first-grader,

You have a holiday today!

A wonderful and cheerful hour,

the first meeting with school!

Carleson remarked with a grin:

- School isn't really a holiday. For example, sitting at a desk is pretty crap!

The boy count remarked:

- But you still have to study. Especially since our schools are such that you spend more time fencing or riding a horse than sitting at a desk!

The girl countess giggled:

- Yes, that's true, and you can't argue with something like that! In this case, we should be able to fight more than write letters!

Svante agreed:

- Indeed, without strong fists, the other guys will trample you. Although intelligence is also needed.

The boy professor confirmed:

It's not bad to be strong,

What can I say...

And no need to groan,

It's time to cram!

Carleson objected heatedly:

- The nerd is a bad student! In fact, it shouldn't be like that...

And the fat boy sped up and splashed into the fountain's stream. And it suddenly lit up with something so bright and orange. The other children and teenagers burst out laughing...

Carleson flew out of the stream, sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow and sang:

The sun is shining brightly,

The sparrow chirps...

Smile children,

Everything became more fun!

Svante also laughed, bared his white, pearly teeth, flashed them like mirrors and sang:

I am a modern boy like a computer,

But it is easier to pass off a young prodigy...

And it turned out very cool -

That the mad Hitler will be beaten!


A boy barefoot through snowdrifts,

Walking under the muzzles of the orcs...

His legs became scarlet like a goose,

And a sorrowful reckoning awaits!


But the pioneer boldly straightened his shoulders,

And with a smile he walks to the firing squad...

The Fuhrer sends someone to the ovens,

Someone is struck by an orc with arrows!


A boy prodigy from our era,

Took a blaster and rushed boldly into battle...

The orc chimeras will dissipate,

And God Almighty will be with you forever!


A smart boy hit the orcs with a beam,

And mowed down a whole row of monsters...

Now communism has become closer,

He pounded the orcs with all his might!


The boy prodigy shoots a beam,

Because he has a very powerful blaster...

Melts the "Panther" with one salvo,

Because he is just a loser, you know!


We will soak the Orcs without anything,

And simply exterminate the enemies...

Here our blaster has hit with all its might,

Here the cherub is grinding the wings!


I crush them, without a gleam of metal,

Here this powerful "Tiger" has caught fire...

Do the Orcs not know enough land?

You want more games with blood!


Elfia is a big empire,

Stretched from the sea to the deserts...

I see a girl running barefoot,

And the barefoot boy - the devil disappear!


The damned Orcsist quickly moved the tank,

With a steel ram he went sharply into the Elf...

But we will put cans of blood for Orclair,

We will smash the Nazis to the small turf!


My Fatherland is the most precious thing to me,

Endless from the mountains and darkness of the taiga...

No need to rest on a soldier's bed -

Boots sparkle in a brave march!


I became a cool pioneer at the front,

I won the hero's star at once...

I will be an example for others without borders,

Comrade Elfin is simply an ideal!


We can win, I know for sure,

Although the alignment of history is different...

An attack is underway, evil fighters of feces,

And the Fuhrer has become some kind of cool!


There is little hope for the USA,

They are floating without any mischief...

The Fuhrer is capable of overthrowing from the pedestal,

The terrible capitalists, just dregs!


What to do if a boy ended up,

In captivity, naked, kicked out into the cold...

A teenager desperately fought with an orc,

But Christ Himself suffered for us!


Then he will have to endure torture,

When they burn you with red iron...

When they break bottles on your head,

They press a red-hot rod to your heels!


You better keep quiet, grit your teeth, boy,

And endure torture like a titan Elfi...

Let them burn your lips with a lighter,

But Jesus can save a fighter!


You will go through any torture, boy,

But you will endure, not bending under the whip...

Let the rack greedily tear out your hands,

The executioner is now both the king and the black prince!


Someday the end of torment will come,

You will get to the beautiful God's paradise...

And there will be time for new adventures,

We will enter Orklin when May sparkles!


So what if they hanged a child,

The orcishist will be thrown into hell for this...

A ringing voice is heard in Eden,

The boy has risen - joy is the result!


So you do not need to fear death,

Let there be heroism for the Motherland...

After all, the Swedes have always known how to fight,

Know that evil orcism will be destroyed!


We will pass like an arrow through the heavenly bushes,

With a girl who is barefoot in the snow...

Below us is a garden, seething and blooming,

I am a pioneer running along the grass!


In paradise we will be forever happy, children,

We feel wonderful there, very good...

And there is no more beautiful place on the planet,

Know that it will never become difficult!

A whole crowd of people gathered around the children - almost all of them young. Only a couple of women could be called young and adults. And there was a loud clapping of hands. And then they even started throwing candies and chocolates at them. Apparently cash is no longer in use. And it looked extremely colorful.

Carleson said with delight, clapping Svante on the child's shoulder:

- Yes, you have talent! I see you are a wonderful child!

The boy giggled and replied:

-You are great talents,

But they are clear and simple...

We are singers and musicians,

Acrobats and jesters!

After which Svante took one of the candies and put it in his mouth. It really was tasty and aromatic. The boy-count also picked up the candies and despite his natural caution, also tried them. And the girl-countess did not stay aside. By the way, both the candies and chocolates had bright wrappers with moving pictures. And these pictures began to talk to each other.

- What kind of children are they? How strangely are they dressed? One of the cartoon pictures chirped.

Another one said with a laugh:

- It's like they've never seen candy before! They're so hungry and worried.

The third cartoon character, a fairy with golden wings, sang:

- Poor children from the abyss, they are drawn into the nets, and that is where they end their lives, they cannot escape!

The boy-count answered capriciously:

- I'm tired of them lecturing me, lecturing me! I'm tired of them lecturing me, lecturing me!

The girl countess noted:

- The magic of pictures!

One of the cartoon fairies chirped:

- Eat, children! We don't mind!

Carleson noted:

- That's not all! Maybe you want to play something with them?

Svante nodded:

- Let's play chess! I know all the moves, and I even played at school!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- Chess is good! But Star Wars is much better!

The girl countess giggled and replied:

- I can play chess! I remember even reading Greco's book - the sacrificial combination!

The boy-count noted with a grin:

- It's a shame they didn't ban girls from reading! For you to do that is like letting Satan into your heart!

Svante sang:

Dusk is falling on the city,

In the shadows the clouds hide at home...

Tightening the hammer of death,

Satan is walking the streets!

Carleson picked up, furiously:

The devil is here, the devil is there,

Life is like a dream - a complete deception!

The devil is here, the devil is there,

People are only brought grief and shame!

The teenage professor suggested:

- Or maybe you'll sing something else, something more modern, with an abundance of special effects!

The boy-count answered decisively:

- To sing for the sake of sweets, even such aromatic and sweet crap, but if you, for example, pay with gold, then that"s a different matter!

. CHAPTER #6.

A murmur went through the rows of children and teenagers. And then a young and beautiful woman, although also with an elaborate hairstyle, suggested:

- What if we give them gold? It's now easy to make in large quantities from ordinary lead or even iron!

The boy count was surprised:

- Wow! I see you have the philosopher's stone! It looks like you can do that too!

The young woman corrected:

- Not the philosopher's stone, but non-nuclear fusion, with the movement of electron clouds and a change in valence in atoms!

Carleson confirmed:

- Exactly! Change the valence, and it was lead, and it became gold! And very good gold, at that!

The little countess chirped:

Gold is a great power,

I'm a ringleader...

I'll bite you with my crocodile-like mouth!

There was laughter in response. And shouts:

- Let's give them gold! This metal is beautiful, but not very valuable!

Carleson nodded in agreement:

- We believe you! What's the point of fussing around here, maybe you should really start singing?

Svante chirped and sang:

Sing a song like you used to,

The squad leader was the leader...

And I'll quietly sing along to it,

And we are young again,

And we are ready for the feat,

And we can handle any task!

The girl-countess noted with a laugh:

- I see you sing well! But let my elder brother perform the melody, or rather the poem, or the ballad!

Carleson nodded and suggested:

- Sing, little flower, don't be ashamed! Show everyone the power of your lungs!

The boy-count puffed up his cheeks and began to sing:

The steel helmet warms the back of my head,

Drawing of death, the evil shadow dances!

Life, peaceful and beautiful, is gone.

Smoke from burnt villages billows!

Here is a boy barefoot and with a knapsack on his shoulders,

Thin, ragged, body covered in bruises!

He sings the biblical psalm so quietly,

Scratches and ulcers on the legs!

The country rejoices in sorrow, grief dances,

And like an abyss, it swallowed up all the people!

The bloody ones are given away and the dawns cry.

Only the church domes shine proudly!

The girl bowed her meek face,

With her hair straightened out, among the aspens and willows!

The fighters don"t need: tobacco and vodka,

I pray that God will pour out grace upon us!

The holy saint appears from the icons,

It's as if a bolt of lightning was striking from the face!

Will he save you, barefoot, miracle worker,

Rags cover the body!

It's cool, autumn, you're almost naked,

I haven't eaten for a long time, my ribs are sticking out!

But cutting stale bread into pieces,

Cooking dinner for Swedish soldiers!

And the sun in the sky is a golden circle,

The drawing is clear, of white birches!

A girl goes to get water in the meadow,

Bathes her feet in tears of blue dew!

And the cloud seemed to have ripped the sky apart,

There is frost on the branches, the slopes are steep!

The war is getting tougher, like the hell of Sodom,

The crystal of the clearest lakes sparkles!

It had already snowed, but the girl was barefoot,

It hurts, her legs are cold, but forward!

The gray winter is cruel to poverty,

The harsh frost presents the bill!

But the young heart did not cool down,

Even if your fingers turn blue, step faster!

No matter how much the bone aches from labor,

Be quick, be nimble like a sparrow!

It's become even harsher, you're freezing,

But gather your will, all in a fist!

Weeping, you turn to the cherub,

To help in these difficult matters!

Here the angels came down with swords.

Warmed up your legs and naked flesh!

As pearls became, what flowed in tears,

It"s wonderful that the Lord decided to help!

We serve the Elven Age in the same way,

To the holiest country that amazed the world!

There is no happier Motherland in the universe,

We will conquer all space, all expanses!

The crowd applauded. And someone actually threw a small but weighty gold bar. Carleson caught it with the help of a force field that flew out of the boy's palm.

And he pulled her towards him, noting:

- And it turned out great!

Svante remarked with a confused look:

- And in such ancient times, they are already singing about space!

The girl countess noticed:

- And that"s completely natural, we"ve always dreamed about it.

The boy count sang:

- Alluring, starry heights,

They draw you into endless distances...

People had bright thoughts,

Dream of a soaring Icarus!


Your gaze, which is fixed on the sky,

It's hard to believe something like this...

From the first screws of Archimedes,

They were planed long and tediously!


Gunpowder was invented in Sweden,

And we will send a rocket into space...

The baby made a rustling noise in the cradle,

Point to the comet with a pestle!


It will be so, I believe we have happiness,

Children, we fly beyond the cloud...

The bad weather will soon clear up,

The weather will always be May!

Carleson chuckled:

- Bravo! This is truly awesome in execution and content!

Then the fat boy turned around and said with a smile:

- Well, we are not pop singers after all. We are very grateful for your very magnificent applause!

The girl countess noticed:

- It turned out a bit clumsy. As if we decided to take the bread from the local clowns.

The boy-count wanted to say something, when a car flew up to them, blinking its lights. Several robot policemen jumped out of it. And they depicted friendly smiles on their mobile, liquid metal faces.

The tallest robot policeman in a bright uniform said:

- You have great vocal skills! And you sing hyper and super! But to sing for money you need to have a license!

Carleson grinned and remarked:

- But they are still children. And minors can do this without a license!

The chief robot policeman objected:

- They can sing without a license. But taking money for singing, especially for minors, is not allowed. Only someone who has been emancipated can do this!

Carleson pulled a document from his belt and handed it to the policeman:

- This is a document that I am an adult. And also a universal license for this world.

The robot policeman, with a smile that literally reached his ears, chirped:

- Can I scan the card?

A man in the prime of life, who looked like a boy, handed him a card, noting:

- If you wish!

The check took a couple of seconds, and the chief electronic law enforcement officer returned the ID and replied:

- Yes! You have a universal license - sorry!

Carleson winked at the boys and replied:

- You see, I am the best tamer not only of housewives, but also of cyborg policemen.

Svante noticed, stamping his foot in his flying sneaker, and chirped:

- This is very cool! But in principle, it is possible that it will be even better!

The boy count asked:

- And what did you mean?

The kid shrugged and replied:

- It may be that money is great, but if there is more of it, then it will be doubly wonderful!

The girl-countess chirped, rising slightly into the air, like a maple tree in a gust of wind:

- Without money it is impossible to become happy in this world, no...

But she couldn"t find a rhyme to continue at that moment, and she stopped.

The boy-count, however, continued for her:

If you are beautiful, there will be the jingle of coins!

Carleson nodded and remarked:

- Some are already recording our performance on their smartphones. And this can be used by signing up for a paid subscription to Hypernet!

Svante spread his hands and said:

- What are we going to do with such a pile of money?

The girl-countess suggested:

- Let's help the poor! Let's build a town in Stockholm so that all the poor and homeless can live there. And a factory next to it to provide the unfortunate with work.

The boy count exclaimed:

- What a great idea! And the kids will run around barefoot in the summer, and for the winter we'll make them felt boots!

Svante noted:

- And when it's warm, running barefoot is quite painful. My soles are still burning!

Carleson bared his teeth, they were as big as a horse's. And he said sternly:

- While the audience is not tired, come on, children, sing! And it will be great!

The boy count nodded:

- Of course we will sing!

The girl-countess confirmed, stamping her foot in her sneaker:

- So the scream will fly apart for miles!

Svante was the first to take a note in his voice and sing:

I remember as if it were now, the radiantly bright face,

The look pierced my heart with the tip of a dagger!

I was burning in the streams of fiery wind,

You simply remained silent in response!

Chorus.

Your voice is so beautiful and pure,

I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!

I don't need this hateful life without you,

And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!

You are the goddess of endless love,

An ocean full of wondrous light!

Break the icy shackles with a joke,

I won't see the dawn without you!


Your voice is so beautiful and pure,

I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!

I don't need this hateful life without you,

And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!


Your face shines like the sun in the sky,

There are no more beautiful figures in the universe!

The feeling of passion is like a hurricane,

Being with you forever is happiness!


Your voice is so beautiful and pure,

I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!

I don't need this hateful life without you,

And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!

The pain in my soul rages like a storm,

And the fire in my chest burns mercilessly!

I love you, in response you look proudly,

Ice breaks the heart into pieces!


Your voice is so beautiful and pure,

I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!

I don't need this hateful life without you,

And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!

Between the lights in the boundless ocean of stars,

You and I soared in the sky like eagles!

And your lips sparkle like rubies,

They said something tenderly and passionately!


Your voice is so beautiful and pure,

I believe in the endless waterfall of your caresses!

I don't need this hateful life without you,

And now the eternal ray will illuminate me!

This is how the children sang a magnificent and beautiful romance, from which forget-me-nots blossomed in their souls.

Here even several winged machines flew up and gold bars were sparkling in them. Apparently gold really wasn't valuable in this world. Others threw candies, chocolates, and even badges. Among the prizes were colorful, very beautiful medals. And one boy from the future even threw an order with stones to the young singers performing magnificent songs. The whole audience was delighted. The girl-countess even took off her sneakers to make it easier to dance, and threw a candy up.

After which she exclaimed:

- What an outfit!

And the cartoon image on the cover chirped:

- We are not pathetic bugs, super ninja turtles! We will tear you apart like blotters, and we are not Genas, Cheburashkas!

The girl-countess slapped her bare, graceful, albeit still quite childish, feet on the translucent asphalt and sang:

Eat potatoes, onions and horseradish,

There are no problems with diabetes!

And she showed her tongue. And it was long and pink.

The boy count said angrily:

- Behave decently!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- Well, you are noble persons. But at the same time, children are children!

Svante remarked in a chant:

A child's thoughts are honest,

Bring the world to its senses...

Although the children of light are pure,

Satan led them into evil!

The crowd was seething and clapping their hands, demanding:

- More! This is super! This is quasar! We want songs and dances!

Carleson chuckled and sang:

Who is richer and who is more beautiful,

Well, who will sing and dance!

This is just bullshit,

Better take pity on the cat!

In response there was a whistle and shouts:

Let the children sing instead!

This is great and hyperpulsive!

Svante noted with a smile:

- Let's just go ahead and sing!

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- This time my girls will sing!

And he turned on his computer bracelet. And a beautiful and bright hologram with delightful girls appeared. They were in bikinis, barefoot, very muscular.

And these girls began to sing with great delight and fervor;

We are the girls of the cosmic path,

The brave ones flew on starships...

In fact, we are the bread and salt of the Earth,

We can see communism from afar!


But we flew into a loop of time,

In which there is no room for sentimentality...

And the enemy was greatly astonished,

No need for unnecessary sentimentality, sister!


We can fight with a fierce enemy,

That we are being attacked like an evil tsunami...

Let's arrange a zealous rout for the orclair,

Neither sabers nor bullets will stop us!


Girls need order in everything,

To show how cool we are...

The machine gun shoots accurately at the orcs,

Throwing a grenade with bare feet!


We are not afraid to swim in the sea, you know,

Now the girls are glorious pirates...

If necessary, we will build a bright paradise,

These are the soldiers of the twenty-first century!


The enemy does not know what he will get,

We are capable of stabbing daggers in the back...

The Orkshites will be in for a fierce defeat,

And we will set up our own brigantine!


There are no cooler girls in the whole country,

We release lightning at the orcs...

I believe the sunny dawn will come,

And the evil Cain will be destroyed!


We will do this sisters at once,

That the troll will fly apart like grains of sand...

We are not afraid of the evil Karabas,

Barefoot girls don't need shoes!


We shoot very accurately, you know,

Mowing down the Oklerites with zeal...

The servants of Satan have invaded us,

But girls, know that glory will not pass you by!


This is what they are capable of doing in this battle,

Cut down the aggressive orcs into cabbage...

But know our word, not a sparrow,

The enemy doesn't have much time left!


You can't understand what the girls were fighting for,

For bravery, for the fatherland and for a man...

When the enemy sows evil lies,

And the boy is lighting a torch here!


There will be no place for enemies anywhere, know that,

We girls will sweep away their powder...

And there will be paradise on our planet,

We will rise as if from the cradle!


If you need to cut a sharp sword,

Streaming from machine guns like rain...

And the thread of silk life will not be broken,

Some will die and others will come!


Raise your glass to our Rus',

The wine is foamy and emerald in color...

And strike at Orkler,

To be strangled by rotten Judas!


In the name of honor, conscience, love,

The girls will achieve a glorious victory...

Let's not build happiness on blood,

Don't cut your neighbor into pieces!


Believe me, we girls are brave,

In everything we can do, we do it with dignity...

The fierce beast roars, I know, in battle,

We will fly very freely!


The sea surface sparkles like emerald,

And the waves splash like a fan in caress...

Let those scumbag orcs die,

The bald devil doesn't have much time left!


That's how good girls are,

I glimpse the bare heels of beauties...

We will sing very boldly from the heart,

The backpack is filled with hyperplasma!


Know that the greatness of girls is in this,

That the enemy will not bring them to their knees...

And if necessary, he will move with an oar,

Damned evil orc fiend Cain!


The scale of the girls' events is great,

They are capable of breaking all cheekbones...

Our hope is a solid monolith,

The bald Fuhrer is already blown away!


We rush into battle as if to a parade,

Ready to defeat your enemies by playing...

I believe there will be a great result,

Greatness blooms like roses in May!


Here she threw a dagger with her bare heel,

He plunged his sword into the orc king's throat at once...

The girl of death is apparently ideal,

In vain did this demon exalt himself!


The donkey released a fountain of blood,

He threw away his wild hooves at once...

And the bald devil king collapsed under the table,

His orcish head is smashed!


We pirates are great fighters,

So they showed a virtuoso class...

Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,

The distances of Soltsenism are already sparkling!


When we seize the royal throne,

Then the coolest part will begin...

The slave will not groan,

The reward is something that can be earned!


And then we will create, believe me, a family,

And the children will be cool and healthy...

I love the new world, the color of joy,

Where children dance in circles!

And the hologram flashed and disappeared. Rare pops were heard.

But Carleson was counting on the fact that bronze would now rain down on them,

silver and gold pieces did not come true. The public has obviously already seen enough of various holograms.

Shouts were heard:

- No! Give it to us live!

- Why do we need electronics!

- We want it for real!

Svante nodded with a sweet smile:

- You see, my brother, they have already seen all these holograms a million times, but when they sing for real, live and from the heart, it"s something completely different!

The girl countess giggled and replied:

- But you have to sing live and for real!

The boy count smiled and said:

- We will really sing with radiant and clear-eyed voices!

Carleson noted with a stern look:

- I don't intend to make a singing career for you! And what kind of adventure is it - to rip a child's throat!

Svante unexpectedly agreed:

- That's right! It's not interesting to sing for money. We need someone more exciting. Otherwise, if they write a book about us, they'll spit, remembering that all we did in the future was scream!

The girl countess asked with a smile:

- And what are we going to do? Fight with swords or with fists!

The boy count asked uncertainly:

- And is there no more war in this world and on the planet?

Carleson grinned and replied:

- This is exactly the period of human history when there are no more wars on Earth, and in space there are no more star wars!

The boy Svante made a logical conclusion:

- So, we should move either into the past or even further into the future!

The boy count remarked:

- Wars in space? That's so unusual!

The girl countess added:

- And it would be great to fly to the times of, for example, Spartacus or Alexander the Great!

Carleson replied with a smile:

- It was not bad, and even great, but there is one problem. And the fat boy lowered his voice to a whisper .

. CHAPTER #7.

Svante and a couple of the early modern children bowed their heads. And then Carleson suddenly made a terrible face and screamed at the top of his lungs, so loud that even his ears were blocked:

- Cock-a-doodle-doo!

The two boys and the girl recoiled in fear. The young count even twirled his finger at his temple.

Svante remarked with a smile:

It's not the rooster crowing that will wake you up in the morning,

The sergeant will lift you up like a human being!

The little countess giggled and chirped:

- This is a really cool presentation from us - it couldn't be cooler!

Why did you correct it:

- No, this is already a relapse into childhood! You need to have more serious behavior!

Carleson sang in response:

What was there behind, look back,

Don't be lazy to get to know yourself as a baby...

Because not a few days have flown by, run by,

Look around, look around, look around, pull yourself together!

After this verse they took off again. To their right a crystal palace sparkled. Moreover, large diamonds were embedded in the crystal of the huge structure. And this made the castle even more beautiful and classy. And luxurious, and shining, in the sun, and on a couple of mirrors. And mirrors are also a kind of luminaries. Even though they are man-made.

Svante became curious:

- What's in this crystal castle?

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- Something that you are not supposed to know due to your age. As smart people say: every vegetable has its time!

The baby giggled and sang:

And time, and time does not slow down,

And time, and time, goes on and on!

A woman with very bright, orange hair and a rather mysterious age flew past them, her face was very painted and tattooed. She flew up to Carleson and chirped:

- Banzai! Maybe you want a drink?

The fat boy nodded:

- What about Clara, did you make me some mead?

The woman with orange hair laughed and replied:

- Mead? You are at an age when people don't live that long. But I see you have children, what should we do with them?

Carleson replied with a smile:

- Coconut cocktail for the kids, and mead for me! That would probably be the best option for us!

The orange witch laughed and replied:

- Yes, this is really an extremely cool performance.

But she didn't have time to continue. Something flashed in the sky, as if a thousand photo flashes had flashed at once. And a thin rain began to fall. But not simple drops, but golden ones, with dollar portraits of banknotes. More precisely, these were stamps, on which American presidents and other statesmen were depicted.

Carleson threw up his hands and noted:

- We're doing great!

The boy count was indignant:

- What does this have to do with you?

The response was a chuckle and a song:

The endless expanses of space,

The elf is holy and can conquer!

Let's throw away gossip and talk,

We will not let the thread of success be broken!

Homeland and stars and valleys,

A quasar cuts through the black darkness!

You conquer the peaks of the country,

And strike the enemy!

Let the luminaries paint the firmament with lights,

I rush like a whirlwind to my native family!

And the people greet us with flowers,

To those who brought peace to the Holy Land!

As kings ascend the throne of all spheres,

You are the only homeland in my heart!

At home a young maiden is waiting for me,

My love is reflected in it!

Space is waiting, the time for battle has come,

You can disappear in that bright flash!

My chest is one continuous wound,

The face was doused with a plasma stream!

Oh Elfia , without you there is no meaning,

Live, breathe or love girls!

Under the cover of immaculate, pure,

We must kill evil hatred!

I turn to God with prayer,

Help me achieve my dream!

So as not to be disgraced before the battle,

I will fly to the new world with a song!

The children and the orange woman clapped their hands. After which the boy-count exclaimed in surprise:

- You sing such cool songs! Like a real, radiant falcon!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- It's better to sing than to howl! So remember, children - I am the best singer on the planet!

Svante chirped:

The strongest on the planet,

The coolest and coolest...

Even the children know you,

You fly golden!

And in response there was laughter, and quite cheerful laughter at that. Yes, this was a wonderful matinee.

The little countess said:

-Wow!

A dozen painted children appeared in shorts, and with wild extravagant hairdos. And they were spinning in the air, and laughing wildly, releasing holograms. They reminded me of fireflies. And it really made my soul feel much happier.

Carleson chuckled and noted:

How good it is to be big,

To rise above everything by an arshin...

But if you think about it from the other side,

You can hit your head hard into the doorframe!

The boy-count chuckled and noted:

- Yes, it really doesn"t look cool, it looks hyper-cool!

Svante squeaked:

- Look at the words you've collected!

The child of noble birth noted:

- And I really like such cool words as hyper!

The girl countess agreed:

- Everything sounds much cooler with the prefix - hyper!

Karlsson chuckled and roared:

- I am a strategist and even a tactician,

In a word, special...

I have will, strength, and character,

Well done!

And the whole four of them took it and together spun in the air. Made a figure eight.

Then she landed. And the guys growled:

- Wow! Yokozuna sat on a hedgehog!

In response, numerous children from the future burst out laughing. And they also spun around like tops.

But apparently Carleson did not want to entertain the rascals just like that, and he exclaimed:

Come on little ones,

All the dancing is over!

Go to the coffin with music,

That's how it is, brothers!

The children burst out laughing in response, baring their teeth that sparkled like sea pearls.

Svante suggested:

- I can sing to them! I just got inspired to compose.

The boy count nodded:

- That's right, let him sing! It will be a lot of fun!

The girl countess confirmed:

- And even hyper!

Carleson didn't argue:

- Hyperpulsar! Just let them throw coins into my hat. Singing for free is ultra-blackhole!

The children of the ultra-modern metropolis nodded vigorously:

- Of course we'll throw it in! Hyperquasarically!

And the Kid began to sing with great enthusiasm, composing as he went along:

I was born in Stockholm the great,

Where the cherry trees bloom in the snow...

Once upon a time the land was fiercely wild,

But at least he didn"t surrender to the enemy!


I'm just a child, believe me,

I walked quickly to school with my ABC book...

I had to learn from the cradle,

To avoid being a zero in life!


I fly on Mars in my dreams,

And believe me, I will visit Venus...

Man is in the cosmic kingdom,

And we don"t need to go to the doctor!


Here comes a strange boy,

He had a motor behind his back...

Not some boring teacher,

And the child of the snow-white mountains knows!


And wherever the boy looks,

A fire immediately breaks out...

You can clearly see a huge bump,

And deals the fatal blow!


It might be something strange,

Not a boy, but a fierce volcano...

It's so difficult to tame him,

There's a hurricane tearing through my heart!


Well, Svante, hold on, it's going to be cool.

He might destroy Stockholm...

The head is not made of cast iron,

We are passing the test very well!


We visited during the Krala,

Why did the eagle fight with Russia so much...

And now a bright tomorrow is with us,

We'll have to destroy the quasar!


Believe me, the starry world doesn"t scare us,

We are able to fly beyond the zenith...

Summer will come and the ice will melt,

The silvery stream is ringing!


The battle can be bloody at times,

Somewhere the Fuhrer was going wild, believe me...

But we are the embodiment of the state,

And the evil beast will be defeated!


The new world turned out to be happy,

Anyone can star in a movie there...

You can be very beautiful,

If you are not given the ability to be smart!


What will happen now guys?

The new world is a lot of problems...

But love for our Sweden is sacred,

And now I will be lord and sir!


We don't want to cheat fate,

Because the fate is unclear...

A swamp can simply suck you in,

To rob like a bush, rabble!


But believe me, the boy is growing up,

Svante is like a superman hero...

So abandon this bad idea,

There will be time, believe me, for change!


We'll have to fly above the roof,

Or get to the center of the Earth...

Although we will of course get some bumps and bruises,

Gratitude from a huge family!


Well, what were you guys doing hanging around for?

After all, everyone has their own motor...

It seems you kids have fallen in love with space,

And we still dream about it!


There are fires at sea too,

Our fiery star...

We boys have a gift,

May our dream come true!


Here are the planets beyond the solar circle,

No doubt, believe me, they are waiting for the guys...

I'll be there with my space friend,

I'll get myself a pack of girls!


There are plenty of stars in the universe,

They burn brighter than the sun...

Creation is a bright thing,

The pioneer detachment is marching!


Barefoot boys in formation,

And the beautiful girls are coming...

I will become a true hero, boy,

Well, that's the end for the evil Chekist!


We will grind down the pack and the orcs,

We will defeat the creepy trolls cascade...

A proud bird flies over the Fatherland,

And a detachment of military boys!


And when the bright sun rises,

We will sound the pioneer gathering...

And the joyful time will come,

This is what we are talking about!

The boy Svante sang with feeling and expression. And in return, sparkling gold, bronze, aluminum, silver, copper coins rained down on the children, as well as candies and chocolates, various pretzels and exotic marmelandines.

The young singer was very pleased. Indeed, recognition had come to him.

Carleson grinned and noted:

- I see talent in you!

The boy count sang:

Although God has forbidden idleness,

But I feel talent for the song...

There will be such a chant,

That the enemy will suddenly go blind!

That the enemy will suddenly go blind!

The girl-countess squealed and noted:

- This is really a really cool song. Although simple, it's funny in its own way!

Svante suggested:

- Maybe I should compose and sing something else?

Carleson objected:

- Enough, we didn't come here for a tour! There's something more serious!

And the fat boy with the motor whispered:

- But it wouldn't hurt to get some money for that! Although singing is too long a path!

The boy count sang with a smile:

Although luck rarely happens,

And the path is not embroidered with roses...

And everything that happens in the world,

It doesn't depend on us at all!

Svante picked up the conversation enthusiastically:

Everything that exists in the world depends on it,

From the heights of heaven...

But our honor, but our honor,

It depends on us alone!

And the children turned to the apparatus flying towards them, resembling a slightly flattened orange.

Carleson noted with a smile:

- Some guys are flying towards us!

And indeed, a girl of about ten years old in a bell-shaped dress jumped out of the orange, and a little man with antennae on his head and a nose like a bolt in the center of his face appeared.

Both little men saluted Carleson. And the man with the bolt-nose said with a smile:

- Well, my friend, you obviously want to get our hypersonic pistols, and what do you want?

The fat boy with the motor replied:

- Why wouldn't I want to? I want to do something serious! And not play with trinkets!

Another man appeared, instead of a nose he had a sharpened pencil. The children who fluttered like butterflies around the orange and at the same time the flying machine began to flap. And some of them started whistling.

The pencil man said with a smile:

- Hypersonic weapons? Who will they be used against?

Carleson laughed and replied:

- Against a rather numerous enemy! Who are truly overwhelming in numbers!

All three cartoon characters giggled and sang with wild fury:

Glory to the progress of science,

Glory to learned men...

There will be great torment,

For those who don't care about style!

Svante remarked with a sweet, childish smile:

- The rhyme is a bit off! It's obvious you guys are not on a roll!

The little man with a bolt instead of a nose asked:

- What can you compose better? Come on, try it!

The boy-count remarked with a bared tooth:

- He really can do it! He's not a child, but a growing wolf cub!

The little countess whistled:

- Yes, he really can and will show himself!

All three little ones - two boys and a girl - chirped:

- Sing, little flower - don't be ashamed!

And Svante sang with great enthusiasm:

A furious volcano is raging,

Evil orcs from hell are attacking...

The elves were given strict orders.

Let bears and wolves not pass!


We, girls of light, boldly advance,

To fight bravely with the enemy of orcishism,

Here, write down the fighter Elfie in your notebook,

Why are you serious and not have the soul of a clown?


In the Fatherland, every warrior from the nursery,

The elf reaches out to the crossbow...

So you defeat Koschei,

Let our exploits be sung!


The girl rushes into attack barefoot,

In just a bikini you are a fighter-hottie...

And if necessary, he will move his fist -

No, even vodka won't help the Fritzes!


Yes, the holy Elf - there are countless places,

You can show your class beautifully...

And the pride and honor of the bravest warriors,

And we will defeat the terrible goblins!


May our Motherland always be,

Great and simply beautiful...

The universal dream will come true,

Such a team of elves has become!


Yes, we are ready to fight for the people,

Who can make everything cool...

And who is Koschei - an unimaginable freak,

Although it can be very dangerous!


We will give our hearts for the Motherland,

The soul is full, and the seas of light...

Above us is a golden-winged cherub,

And the blue planet moves!


That's how good girls are,

Although in battle you are always barefoot...

Believe me, the girls will dance from the heart,

And the golden luxuriant braids comb!


This place is just a miracle Elf,

Which is more beautiful than Eden...

Fight for your Motherland and don't be afraid,

You will certainly be a brave sir!


Yes, for elf women there is no word for coward,

For them, any business is worth five kopecks...

Although sometimes sadness comes to brothers,

That the boy doesn't have enough money!


After all, you want unbridled love,

So that the Fatherland may prosper generously...

Although much blood will be shed,

But believe me, even the world is not enough for me!


Yeah, it's cool with a barefoot girl,

To lead the boy on some exciting adventures...

And deal with the hairy horde,

And then they plowed the fields with a plough!


This is how beautiful the lush May is,

The air in it is filled with endless honey...

And you, a furious boy, dare to do so,

For the Motherland, for happiness, for freedom!


And man and elf are considered one,

Together we will have infinite strength...

The girl holds a strong oar in her hands,

This is the daring of a hero!


I believe we will bravely defeat the orcs,

I know we'll punch the goblin in the face too...

We fight for freedom and for peace.

And let's make the whole planet happy!


May Tsar Koschei not defeat us,

Even though the army of the bony one is great...

We fight for our wives and children,

And there will be faces of light on the icons!


Then to the glory of the Lord Elst,

We will sing such songs as...

That we will be in the glory of our father's family,

And everything will become more interesting!


Yes, our Supreme God is now one,

But multifaceted, in different guises...

Both the elf and the man are master,

I believe there will be no evil misfortune!


Yes, the Elven homeland is blooming,

And for people she is a mother...

We will show honor to those who need it.

Let there be a very generous reward!


I know the dead will rise again, believe me,

And in a beautiful paradise they will be, I believe people...

Even if a beast attacks from the underworld,

Believe me, no one will judge the bravest!


And now the light of the Earth rises as a paradise,

The radiant savior of the world will come...

And all nations are a friendly family,

Sacred Eden given by the God of happiness!

The merry little men applauded in response, and the children clapped their hands with great enthusiasm, and several boys and girls clapped with the soles of their bare feet.

And it was fun...

Carleson asked with a very serious look:

- So, are you going to give us hypersonic blasters?

The man with the bolt-nose said:

- Well, you are good guys, especially this little one! Well, we will take this into account!

The girl with the petal dress said:

- Why are we hesitating? We need to give them what they ask for! And for free!

The pencil man asked:

- Guess the riddle! Why is the priest a crushed forehead?

Carleson smiled very sweetly and replied:

- That's why the priest's hand is not at all light, he uses it to support his forehead - thick and not bad!

The man with the antennas and the bolt-nose confirmed:

- Well said - get weapons from us!

And four relatively small but elegant pistols jumped out of the aircraft.

The pencil man noted:

- They get energy from plain water. Just make sure the water is clean, otherwise it will jam!

Carleson exclaimed:

- Hyperpulsar!

. CHAPTER #8.

Three boys and a girl took their pistols in their right hands. The handles fit very comfortably in the children's palms, and now they have super weapons.

Carleson winked at the boys and asked:

- Who do you think is the best weapon collector in the world?!

The boy count answered confidently:

- Of course you!

The girl countess added:

- Together with the baby, of course!

Svante said with a smile:

We are the strongest in the world,

And two times four...

The boy is ashamed of his tears,

The enemy will get a joking blow to the brain!

The pencil man grinned and noted:

- Excellent! You eat well! But do you want to get something tasty, for example?

Svante asked with a smile:

- What exactly can you give?

Thumbelina chirped:

- We can give you some special pollen! It will make your wounds heal very quickly! And that's practical, isn't it?

Svante nodded:

- Yes, that's great! But shouldn't I give this pollen to my friends too?

The pencil man noted:

- The pollen is temporary! It won't last long for all four of you!

Carleson suggested:

- Give me the pollen instead. I'll give it out in case of real injuries as needed. Especially since we won't be fighting all the time!

The little girl nodded:

- This is a reasonable proposal! Let's give it to Carleson! And he will use it wisely!

The little man with a screw instead of a nose asked:

- Do you mind? The rest of the guys?!

The boy and girl counts answered with a smile:

- And that Carleson is the main one and the cards are in his hands!

The pencil man asked:

- Do you want this?

Thumbelina said:

- Yes, this will be cool! Give Carlson some pollen!

The little man with the bolt-nose clapped his hands. And out flew a gilded jar of pollen. And it took and flew into Carleson's palm. And the boy with the motor caught it. And sang:

We will fight the enemy,

We'll kill the horde of big thugs...

If you become the soul of a clown,

You will have a decent amount of strength!

The girl-countess noted with a sweet look:

- Oh, you are a real knight! And a knight cooler than the one at the round table!

Svante took it and chirped, baring his baby teeth:

- We will fight as we should, with great strength! And we will show ourselves!

And so the flattened orange took the little men and they flew into it. After that the flying machine took off, gaining altitude.

Carleson chuckled with a smile:

- Now let's sit down! In this case, we need to sit for a bit and be the new fighters of the universe!

And the four of them sat down. After which it will be beautiful... The children froze and plunged into meditation.

And so they saw the world of one of the parallel universes. In the autumn of 1940, Stalin and Hitler had a personal meeting on neutral territory in Stockholm. Both dictators shook hands and finally agreed on the division of spheres of influence. The Third Reich received Africa and part of the Middle East, Stalin Iran, Pakistan, India and part of China and Indochina. And in exchange, both totalitarian regimes entered into a military alliance. And the USSR entered into battle with Britain. Thus, the dictators' pact was formed.

First, the Soviet troops entered Iran. And then turned to India and Pakistan. The English colonial troops resisted weakly. In turn, Rommel successfully advanced through Africa. The Germans were not tied down, and therefore the desert fox had more troops and better supplies. Moreover, Hitler, having spoken more harshly with Franco, forced him to let the German troops through and Ghirbraltar. And the Germans took this fortress by storm and on the move.

After that, Hitler's troops began to be transferred to Africa by the shortest distance. And this became a special method of influence. And at the same time, the Luftwaffe first bombed and then captured Malta. So the war went in favor of the Hitler coalition. In 1941, they intensified the bombing of Britain. The Do-217 and Ju-88 were quite good aircraft and successfully bombed cities. But it did not come to a landing. While the Germans were advancing along the Black Continent, and the Soviets took control of India and Pakistan. Japan struck the United States in Peru Harbor and captured Asia. Including Singarput. The USSR still captured part of China. In 1942, Soviet aviation also joined the bombing of Britain. And the fascists began to press harder. The more powerful and advanced Ju-188 appeared, which created special problems for Britain, and the Soviet PE-8 was a great nuisance. At the same time, Japan fought the United States and dealt the Yankees a crushing defeat at Midway.

And then the Japanese captured the Hawaiian Archipelago. So the US had it really tough. And the Third Reich was pressing with submarines that were hanging around near the coast. By the end of 1942, the Nazis had completely taken control of Africa and the Middle East. And in 1943, bombing began with the Ju-288, which was both powerful and fast. Britain turned into a cutlet.

And on July 5, the landing of troops followed. The newest Tiger, Panther, Lion tanks were used, even the underwater Maus. And the combat disassembly began. And in the battle, there were also amphibious tanks, both German and Soviet. Among them, even the E-10 hatched. A good machine, only 1.4 meters high, a self-propelled gun, and fast and light, only ten tons. The British had the Churchill - a well-protected machine, but with a relatively weak gun and mediocre speed. There was also a good model, the Challenger, in development, a tank comparable in armament and armor to the Panther, but twelve tons lighter. But they did not have time to launch it into production.

The Battle of Britain and Operation Sea Lion were quite successful for the Nazis. The USSR also took part in the landing. And also the floating tanks, the new KV series vehicles. Stalin was keen on heavy tanks. The KV-3 weighed sixty-eight tons, the KV-4 one hundred and eight tons, and the KV-5 one hundred tons. And the KV-6 was even heavier at one hundred and fifty tons. Now that was real power and strength. But on the other hand, super-heavy tanks are very difficult to transport by train, and they often break down, are slow-moving, get stuck in the mud and cannot cross a bridge.

But this did not prevent India from being captured. Since the USSR had many light tanks, and the medium tank T-34-76 is not bad and can move through the jungle. And there were good advances. And the sepoy troops did not even want to fight the Soviets. And so Britain fell. And by the end of 1943, it was captured and divided between the Axis powers, the allies of the Third Reich and the USSR. The final chord was the landing of Japanese and German troops in Australia. The fighting dragged on until May 1944.

But they ended with the complete conquest of Australia and New Zealand. It seemed that the world had finally found stability.

The Third Reich acquired new tanks "Panther"-3. The new tank weighed more than sixty tons, but the 1200 horsepower engine compensated for the large weight. And the gun was powerful at 88 mm and 100 EL barrel length. And this tank became the main one. Plus jet aircraft, and submarines and much more.

And so in the summer of 1945, Operation Polar Bear began. Hitler decided to seize loyal Sweden, even though it was obedient. And then there was a plan to attack the USSR the following year. It was dangerous to wait too long - an atomic bomb could be created. Although the USSR would not have time before 1950. Moreover, Germany was lagging behind in creating an atomic bomb, so there was no one to steal from. Well, and it would take time to mass-produce nuclear weapons.

In addition, the Third Reich developed jet aviation, and the USSR is lagging far behind in it, but it may be able to overcome this.

So in any case, Hitler decided no later than the end of May 1946. In the meantime, a warm-up with Sweden.

And it was on June 22, 1945 that the invasion of Sweden began.

And Carleson and his team went and transported themselves to this time. And they had ultrasonic blasters, and sneakers that could fly.

And the transfer took place technomagically and almost instantly.

The fat boy, two boys, this time slim, and the girl fell on the grass and hurt themselves slightly. Then they jumped up. Svante began to rub his knee.

The girl countess noted:

- How nice! There is such a pleasant summer air here. And in the megalopolis of the future it is somehow dead and plastic.

The boy count agreed:

- Yes, it seems beautiful there, but it is not human beauty at all, it is something that blows your mind. And here is natural nature!

Carleson nodded with a smile:

- Yes, progress hasn't soiled the Earth too much here. But in this universe, Sweden risks becoming a German colony. Right now, German planes are bombing cities and military installations in Sweden. And tanks are approaching the border!

The children got up and moved on. More precisely, they took off. Their gravity-magnetic sneakers continued to work. But the flight was slower, and the shoes began to heat up.

Svante noted:

- It's as if the earth is attracted differently here!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- The surface is different. And this can really hinder us.

The boy count nodded:

- Yes, my sneakers really burn! It's like someone stuck a brazier under my heels.

The girl countess muttered:

- Yes, indeed, this is unfavorable. Let's take off our shoes!

The children landed. They got rid of their shoes. Moreover, only Carleson, who was wearing special boots, refused:

- I'm not a minor to show my bare, childish heels! And for you it's natural!

After which the children moved on the grass. Svante's soles had almost healed, and had become much rougher, stronger and more elastic, and the boy of the twentieth century walked without difficulty. And the children of the early modern period, even the noble ones, were accustomed to walking barefoot in warm weather - although it was supposedly considered a sign of poverty or low origin. But rich parents allowed boys and girls to be physically stronger and more seasoned. And also in case the children were put in prison or sent to hard labor, so that their feet would be more accustomed to the prickly surface.

The boys walked and even began to sing a little:

In the new world we have become like a star,

We can do something really cool there...

May the great dream come true,

Don't just do it stupidly!

But here the boys and the girl ran out of inspiration. And they moved again.

Carleson remarked with a smile:

- I want to tell you something. When there was a war in the world of the Kid - the one called the Second World War, Sweden remained neutral. And that was smart. But the Swedish king was inclined to the idea of entering the war on Hitler's side, and take revenge for previous military defeats. And the Fuhrer promised him lands in Russia. Sweden is not particularly strong militarily, but the situation on the fronts was such that even two dozen Swedish divisions could have collapsed the Soviet front. Since the count literally went down to battalions.

Svante stepped on the mushroom with his bare heel. It crushed and slightly stained the child's sole.

After which the Kid asked:

- And did you dissuade the king?

Carleson laughed and replied:

- Not exactly! And would the King of Sweden listen to a fat boy!

The boy-count chuckled and noted:

I was walking, shut up, I'm tired, I'm listening!

I was walking! The guy is loading the guns!

I was walking! I'll soon be dying!

I was walking! Heating up the poker!

Svante added:

- And cauterizing the children's bare heels with a hot poker!

The girl countess noted:

- It's not a very appropriate irony when bare heels can actually set children on fire!

Carleson noted:

- No! A much more subtle and sincere approach was needed here. Although Stalin is a monster, Hitler was a worse monster. After all, communists recognized the equality of all races and nations. And here, of course, the teaching that some nation is superior to others is delusional!

The boy count asked:

- And what is Hitler's nationality?

Svante issued:

- Hitler is German!

The young, barefoot boy giggled:

- A German? And he claimed to be the supreme nation? The Germans don't even have their own state!

Carleson noted:

- In your time, there was none. But then Germany was able to unite, and in 1941 it subjugated almost all of Europe. After which Hitler attacked the USSR, which used to be called Russia!

The boy count asked with a sigh:

- Didn't Charles the Twelfth conquer Russia?

The fat boy with the motor replied:

- As you can see, no. On the contrary, Peter the Great took part of Sweden's territory. True, he paid monetary compensation for it! And plus he also pledged to supply Sweden with a fairly large batch of bread for free every year!

Svante muttered:

- Bread is the head of everything!

The little countess chirped:

- Loaf, loaf - choose whoever you want!

After which the girl took and crushed the rather nasty-looking insect with her bare heel.

The children quickened their pace... They entered the forest. And here it was quite pleasant to walk barefoot, every bump, every twig could be felt and tickled by the bare sole of the child's roughened foot.

The guys are in a force majeure mood. And they are literally on a white horse. And they started singing:

It's good to walk around the world,

With caramel on your cheek...

And one more for a friend,

Take some with you as a spare...

We are conquering the planet,

With my bare foot...

Friendship is the main chain mail,

We will show the highest class!

And the children began to run, their bare, round, pink heels flashing.

And in the distance a rumble was heard. Carleson raised his head and noted:

- A jet attack aircraft is flying. But it's alone, which means the front line is far away!

Svante replied with a smile:

- Far or close is a relative concept! As Albert Einstein said. And you can't argue with that!

The boy count agreed:

- Everything in this world is relative. For example, God is good, but he acts with the methods of a tyrant!

The girl countess asked:

- And where does God act using the methods of a tyrant?

The young dignitary replied:

- Where he, for example, drowns the antediluvian world. Millions of people drowned, and only eight were saved!

The barefoot girl agreed:

- This is really too much!

Carleson noted:

- Ancient people loved to exaggerate! In fact, the entire planet was never flooded. And in general, don't trust anyone - especially priests, they are the most cunning pretensors!

The girl countess noticed:

- It's a pity that there are no female priests! Otherwise the whole world would be more honest!

The boy count sang:

I believe the whole world will wake up,

Let us become more honest people...

And the sun will shine,

Life, alas, is a lottery!

Svante chuckled and noted:

- You compose very beautifully! Like Byron!

The boy-count gurgled:

At tournaments, at bazaars, on hunts,

Although rumors about the brave Don Quixote...

He really conquered all of Elbrus,

There is no strength left for the girl!

After which the young scion of a noble family bursts out laughing. Now that's really funny.

Carleson noted, shaking his blaster:

- Damn it, I forgot to take a force field from the future world as protection. And now we can also get hit by a shell, a bomb or a burst!

The girl countess nodded:

- Yes, this really does mean that we need to strive for change and victory!

The boy count suggested:

- Maybe we should go back to the future and grab the weapons we need there?

Carleson objected:

- Coming back is a bad omen! Let's be content with what we have!

And in battle, the most important thing is the head!

This boy sang to Svante:

Head, head, smart head,

And to a reasonable head, and also dexterity!

And the boy stamped his bare, small, but already somewhat stronger foot.

The children went deeper into the forest. And even began to pick berries. For example, there were blueberries, and already quite large ones. The children put ripe berries in their mouths, and they quickly turned black. Carleson also paid tribute and sang:

I am the most powerful, I am the most beautiful,

Well, maybe a little lazy...

When I fly the rocks shake,

When I laugh, it shakes the world!

After which the children walked a little more and came out onto a meadow with mushrooms.

The boys and the girl didn't have baskets, so they started collecting them in bags.

The boy count remarked:

- A good forest. There are some very decent boletus mushrooms here. - And the child put a couple of caps with thick trunks into the bag.

Two children appeared from behind the bushes - a boy and a girl. Also fair-haired, barefoot, tanned, rosy-cheeked.

They giggled and noted:

- And who are you? You're dressed strangely!

Carleson replied with a smile:

- I am the best mushroom picker in Sweden and the world!

The peasant girl giggled and noted:

- Really? That must be said, great!

The peasant boy noted:

- You just found the most mushroom-rich place in the forest. And our secret was in it.

The children came closer to them. They were simply dressed, but smartly, well-fed, well-groomed, the offspring of a rich country that had just been attacked.

The boy-count extended his hand to his vis-à-vis. They shook it. Then they winked at each other.

The girls also marked themselves with a handshake. So strong and aggressive.

Carleson sang:

All people on one planet

should always be friends...

Children should laugh with joy,

And live in a peaceful world!

Svante and the other guys picked up:

Children should laugh,

Children should laugh,

Children should laugh,

And live in a peaceful world!

After which they started picking mushrooms together. Carleson looked like a boy with his round, ruddy, hairless face. Only with a motor in his back. So he could be mistaken for a child. And there was no embarrassment. Even though he was already more than a century old.

Six children were picking mushrooms and laughing merrily. Svante caught a butterfly by its wing and then let it go. Then he sang:

-The wings of that butterfly,

They were so good...

The gnome lost his peace,

And he said it from the heart!

And the boy from Stockholm whistled and danced and sang:

If you want, take it.

All I have is...

My boat, dreams,

The joy of every day!

Carleson interrupted Svante:

- Be careful with such songs! Otherwise, some forest spirit might actually take something!

The peasant boy nodded:

-The devil can steal it and Quo Vadis!

The peasant girl confirmed:

- Yes, that's right! If you go to the lake here, you can even meet mermaids!

Svante shrugged:

- Do mermaids really exist? They are fairy tale characters, aren't they?

Carleson logically noted:

- And the boy with the motor and the gnome's son are also fairy-tale characters, but nevertheless, they exist. Like gnomes and elves and others...

The boy count nodded:

- Yes, there will be mermaids! That's for sure!

Having filled their mushrooms, the children headed towards the lake. They splashed their little bare feet through the grass, puddles and moss. The children were in a cheerful mood. Along the way, the children picked sorrel and berries several times. Including strawberries and blueberries. And they laughed merrily. Carleson laughed too. The weight of several centuries of life did not weigh down the fat boy at all. Really, why bother your head? Have fun - your body is young. He is not a pure gnome, but an admixture of the goddess dryad, which allows him, unlike a gnome, not to age. And Carleson is not exactly immortal, it is possible to kill him, although it is more difficult than a person, but he is capable of living for more than one thousand years, outliving both gnomes and dryads - the strength of a half-breed. That is, if an atomic bomb does not fall on you, then you will live almost indefinitely and the fear of death does not bother you. But children usually do not think about this. Although it happens that they also develop a fear of death. Even at a tender age. And in the USSR children are afraid of non-existence, and in capitalist countries of hell.

The best, perhaps, for Muslims. There, if you believe in Allah, then in any case you are already saved, unless you are a big sinner, you will be tormented a little in hell. And then you will get to Paradise, having tormented your sins. That's great and paradise for Muslims - like an eternally young billionaire at a resort!

Carleson laughed again, and he looked cheerful. And he was clearly not depressed.

The boys and the girl walked, reached the place where the dew fell. And left prints of small, children's feet on it. It looked very beautiful.

Svante sang:

Childhood, childhood,

Childhood means song!

Remedy, remedy,

It will become much more interesting!

The peasant boy remarked:

- What do these Germans want from us? Isn't Hitler enough land? He's already grabbed enough for himself together with Stalin!

Svante sang with a smile:

At thirty-three the king sat up,

There is not enough land...

He encroached on his neighbors,

And the kings went mad!

The boy-count picked up:

To tame it, to crush it,

Just look...

There is nothing to fight with in 1927,

And in the thirtieth the commanders,

All drowned in the well,

And the furious thief reigns!

Carleson answered with unexpected seriousness:

- Dictators never have enough land. This has become an axiom. And they don't stop until they are stopped by a bullet and a bayonet! Or ultrasonic blasters!

The girl countess confirmed:

- You can't argue with that!

The children continued their movement. Their bare feet continued to slap the grass and moss. The young mushroom pickers picked cones and threw them at the crows. From time to time they slapped mosquitoes with their palms. And they laughed merrily in their youthful joy.

Svante, being in the forest and breathing in the fresh, honey-scented air, said:

- It's still nice here! Even wonderful!

The peasant girl replied:

- Yes, it's nice in the forest! But Stockholm is not bad. Such a beautiful city - just a miracle!

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- Yes, the capital is a miracle,

The best of all in the world...

I'll be a cool kid,

The bravest on the planet!

The boy-count chuckled and noted with a smile:

- This is truly a song of songs! Although simple and childish! Like six kopecks!

The girl-countess took it and laughed:

- You said kopecks? But we don't have kopecks, we have eras!

Svante chuckled and replied:

- The word kopeck appeared among the Russians because on the first printed coin there was a horseman with a spear!

Carleson was surprised:

- Wow, he's so small, but he knows so much!

The kid answered with a smile:

- I've been reading since I was five, and I like it! In particular, I read the history of Ancient Rus', and I must say that Russians are not at all such stupid savages and barbarians as many people think!

The boy-count declared decisively, stamping his bare foot:

- I don't think that Russians are savages and barbarians. They are simply our enemies - vile, insidious and quite strong!

The girl countess nodded:

- There are no fools among our enemies. And the Russians have conquered lands from ocean to ocean, which means they are serious warriors!

Carleson sang:

Russians, Russians, a restless fate...

But why do you need trouble to be stronger?

. CHAPTER # 9.

The children went out to the lake. It was beautiful and shimmered like a treasure trove filled with silver and sapphires.

And on a large stone, shimmering with gold, there really was a mermaid sitting.

She was a very beautiful girl, with a large fish tail covered with platinum scales and golden fins.

The girl had a fan strewn with gems in her hands, and she was fanning herself with it.

Carleson exclaimed:

- And what about Euthybida!

The mermaid twitched, smiled and replied:

- Hello Carleson! I see you haven't forgotten me!

The fat boy with the motor sang:

I will not forget my grandmother, my grandmother-horse,

Igo, go, go! Igo, go, go! I will not forget anyone!

A boy and a girl from among the peasants exclaimed:

- Do you know each other?

The mermaid nodded:

- Yes, we know him! I knew this boy back in the days of black powder!

Svante stamped his bare foot and sang:

And you know, I know,

I saw it myself once...

And you know, I know,

It's no secret,

The little countess chirped:

Look how interesting it is,

I know everything in the world,

It is clear that learning is light!

And the children laughed in unison and clapped their hands. Even such a dubious child as Carleson.

The mermaid remarked gloomily:

- I understand that you want us to help repel Hitler's aggression?

Carleson grinned:

- How did you guess?

The girl with the fish tail replied:

- Carleson is a great patriot of Sweden!

Svante exclaimed:

Who loves his homeland and his people,

He is a true patriot!

The mermaid asked with a sweet smile:

- And who is this charming little boy? I don't know him!

The boy-count answered with a determined look:

- This is our friend!

Carleson nodded with a smile:

- Of course! And besides, this boy is chosen in some way! But in what way exactly I don"t know myself!

The little countess chirped:

- This boy, although small, is very smart. And he can even sing and dance very well!

The peasant girl stamped her bare feet and sang:

Who is richer and who is more beautiful,

Well, and he will sing and dance...

I just don't believe them,

Now that's superstition!

The mermaid replied with a smile:

- Let this boy sing, and if I like it, I will give him a magic shell.

Carleson said with a smile:

- That's great! I was just about to ask her, but this shell is capable of deflecting any weapon, even the most powerful ones, even formidable jet bombs and gas throwers!

The girl with the platinum fish tail and golden fins nodded with a bright smile:

- Yes, exactly! That's how this sink works! Very effectively, one might say!

The boy-count chirped:

Santa Lucina, Santa Lucina,

Santa Lucina, Santa...

People, please don't offend you,

Poor musician!

The little countess giggled and chirped:

- If we are musicians, then we are musicians of war!

The mermaid nodded with a very sweet and bright look:

- Okay boy, let's sing!

Svante, with great enthusiasm and expression, composing as he went, sang:

I was born in a country so beautiful,

Where the sea illuminates the path with its caress...

I want to have a happy destiny,

So as not to bend the boy into an arc!


I want to visit different countries,

To arrange an incredible transit there...

On the coast of stormy oceans,

So that the bald Fuhrer is defeated!


My expanses float for space,

In them the radiant light of the sun is visible...

There are such fields and mountains,

The boys greet the dawn with laughter!


We love to run barefoot through puddles,

After all, these are God's flowers...

And if we need to run in the cold,

Souls of gusts of wondrous beauty!


The Lord loves those who are hardened in heart,

Which is capable of burning Sodom...

And somewhere the maples are golden in their leaves,

And equipment slated for scrap!


Here the evil orc devils bare their teeth,

They are even ready to gnaw metal...

The path to success can be too long,

But you will get what you always dreamed of!


A crust of bread will be for the road,

The girl and I walk barefoot...

A small stone hurt her leg,

I hit the gadfly with my fist!


The war has come, we are refugees, children,

And believe us, we are hungry, alas...

Where will our place be on the planet,

The shells are turning over boulders!


Here are barefoot girls and boys,

They march in formation to the sound of a bugle...

They are still too young in years,

But not even a groan was released in torture!


We will give battle to the orcs, I believe in it,

And I know we will definitely win...

Let's soap the neck of the beast-enemy,

After all, Thor himself is our great master!


The boys carried the shells with gusto,

We became like a brave son of the regiment...

And somewhere there the girls were screaming,

We'll drink a glass of milk, I know!


Then we will fire accurately,

Like a sunny Robin Hood...

And the children will laugh in the happiness of paradise,

And the bald Fuhrer is kaput!


And then we will become more mature,

Let's add garlic and refined sugar to the soup...

Now that would be a smart idea,

Squeeze your gun tighter, boy!


The boys fire without mercy,

And they do such a havoc, believe me,

It won't be this way, believe me, children,

If a child bends a crowbar in a fight, know that!


Let Stockholm be the capital of the world,

Ships sail to him with a bow...

We will create for ourselves a believer idol,

Let's not believe, brothers are broke!


When our Sweden is holy,

He will soar like a falcon into the sky, you know...

I'll have a dear girl with me,

And we will build a paradise on the planet!

Svante sang with great feeling and expression in his childish voice. And it really looked wonderful. Both the performance and the content were top notch.

The mermaid shook her silver tail with golden fins and chirped:

- Yes, this is great!

The girl countess confirmed:

- Yes, this is gorgeous and cool!

The boy count agreed:

- A magnificent work! Top class!

The peasant girl remarked:

- You also need to be able to compose. But it's not for nothing that children have this gift!

The peasant boy remarked:

- Now you'll have to give up the magic shell!

The mermaid giggled and asked:

- Who was born with a beard?

The village boy readily answered:

- Goat!

The mermaid shook her tail, and a golden circle hit the child in the forehead. The boy deftly caught it and winced. The gold coin was quite large and caused a bump on the child's forehead.

The girl with the fish tail nodded:

- Here, get your reward for the correct answer!

Carleson said with a smile:

- This is some kind of primitive riddle! Such a childish riddle. But I advise you to guess something more difficult!

The mermaid grinned and replied:

- Why? I already want to give you this shell. Do you think I really want our land to be trampled by fascists?

Svante nodded with a smile:

- Yes, if you want, I can sing some more!

The boy count objected:

- No! We don't have a songbook here! But something much more serious!

The little countess chirped:

- No, let him sing! He has a wonderful voice! It's like the ringing of bells!

The peasant boy nodded:

- Let him sing some more! Maybe the mermaid will give something else besides the shell!

Euthybida giggled and noted:

- Something else? Well, that's possible! For example, besides the shell, there is a weapon like Neptune's trident. If it hits, it will be cooler than blasters!

Carleson remarked with a sour look:

- But you don't have Neptune's trident, do you?

The girl with the fish tail shook her golden fins and chirped:

- Of course not! But soon it will be! If of course...

The fat boy with the motor asked:

- What if?

Euthybida giggled and replied:

- They want to put the trident up for auction. And whoever is richer will buy it!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- Oh really? That sounds very interesting! Do you have enough gold to buy it?

The mermaid asked with a smile:

- And you aren't here? I know that you got the philosopher's stone!

The fat boy laughed and replied:

- No! I just brought an atomic modifier from the distant future that can transform lead into gold and platinum. And it really can do that, and be filled with water. But you know, a holy place is never empty, and I was attacked by space pirates. They couldn't capture the device, but they damaged it very badly. And I lost the power to become the richest in this world!

The mermaid sighed and noted:

- Yes! It's such a nuisance! Well, my sister also has an invisibility cloak, and it can cover your entire brigade. But for that you need to get to the sea!

Svante noted:

- Okay then! The shell is enough for us! I can just sing from the heart for free!

The girl countess nodded her head:

- Let him sing!

The boy-count also did not remain in debt:

- Indeed, he has a simply angelic voice!

Carleson noted:

- No! It's no good singing for free! Let her give us the pearl of desire!

Euthybida was indignant:

- Oh no! I need such a pearl myself! If you want, I can give you some simple pearls. If you sell them, you can each buy a pretty decent car, or a yacht for all of you!

The peasant boy confirmed:

- Agree! It's a good deal!

Carleson nodded:

- Okay! In principle, this is possible! Let's do it!

And Svante coughed and began to sing, with great feeling and expression:

Sweden is a beautiful country,

The sea is on her coast...

And given to us by God forever,

In this most fiery hope!


I am a tomboy, Svante,

I run through puddles barefoot...

I have a mother and a father,

And sometimes they can be strict!


But now war is coming,

Hitler is hungry for something here...

He crawls like an evil Satan,

And it seemed that the sun had gone dark!


But the boys are not embarrassed by this,

They can fight very bravely...

I believe that the predator will turn into game,

So that the Swedish soldier doesn't get scared!


Now we're about to have a war break out,

The battle is brutal and bloody...

You are my only homeland, Sweden,

And Svante will fill you with glory!


The courage of boys cannot be broken,

They are children of the great Motherland...

We will beat the enemy hard,

That horde is really very wild!


We boys run barefoot,

And we throw a grenade furiously...

If necessary, we'll move our fists,

And then the orc will get his comeuppance!


Like fighters cast in steel,

The girls run into the attack with gusto...

Our grandfathers and fathers are with us,

So that there is no silence among us!


This is the section we have now,

Why are we throwing grenades so furiously...

There will be crazy chaos,

Our enemy will not escape retribution!


If the bald Fuhrer is like a dragon,

He devours people like a cutlet...

But we will give him a smashing defeat,

The feats of heroism are praised!


The best soldier in the world is Sweden,

By nature a clear winner...

He charges the machine gun boldly,

So you sell-outs, don't lie!


Barefoot boys rush into battle,

Even frosts don't scare me...

Forever our homeland we are with you,

Don't waste someone's tears!

We must boldly go into battle,

And the victories will be through the roof...

Striking with bullet and sword,

The boys attack in a fury!


Here we are, guys, already in Berlin,

We walk along the highway with our bare heels...

All obstacles have been overcome,

And the weather became eternal May!


Swedish communism is not at all simple,

He is not Stalin, rude and bloody...

And behind us is God the Holy Christ,

The embodiment of universal glory!


So the boy will be a giant,

He holds the rifle firmly in his hands...

The cherub spreads its wings,

We will build paradise and that's for sure!


There used to be a newspaper box,

And now we have a computer in use...

We meet the dawn in the dark,

And the judges have already signed for us!


We love Jesus with all our souls,

The Virgin Mary burns in the heart...

The unearthly will bestow beauty,

And I know the door will open to happiness!


The boy was not allowed to moan,

Even if the despots tortured...

We children were born to win,

The evil Cain will be destroyed!


We can admire, I believe,

That the boys are brave guys...

And truly proud sons,

And we rush like foals!


I'm a child - it's just great,

That's why there is a lethal blaster...

I'll hit the orc right in the eye,

This is the kind of master of destruction!


The stormy years will pass by,

And then I'll find myself a bride...

Aphrodite is with us forever,

And the dead will truly rise again!


There will be no more obstacles for the dream,

She is like the sun above the planet...

Somewhere the orcs are being attacked by Grad,

We sang this song in our dreams!


This is the kind of impulse we have now,

Doing business, very aggressively...

We will burst the furious abscess,

We will cope, I believe positively!


And we Swedes will surely enter Moscow,

The evil Stalin will be overthrown by us...

We will conquer Russia with the sword,

And there will be no more beggars and poor!


I believe we will fly to Mars too,

There will be settlements on Venus...

The guy will give the devil a run for his money,

Know among different generations!

Svante finished singing and bowed. The children clapped their hands. In addition, during the singing, several more girls' heads appeared from the silvery surface of the lake. It was clear that there was a connection with the sea and the mermaids appeared as if from a stream from a knocked-out champagne cork.

Carleson noted with a very childish grin:

- I see it's great here! And the public has gathered! As if the hunter were hunting, the beast runs!

The mermaids screamed in unison:

- Sing some more, boy! Sing some more, boy!

Svante muttered in confusion:

- Well, what about it? Should they sing some more or is that enough?

The boy count remarked:

- How much longer can we sing? Are we having a matinee?

The girl countess objected:

- And singing is better than fighting!

The peasant boy logically noted:

- If they pay, then why not sing? After all, it's a pretty easy and enjoyable way to earn money!

The peasant girl nodded:

- And I'll quietly sing along with him!

Carleson nodded:

- Yes, we can sing a short song. But what can you give us in return?

One of the mermaids replied:

- We can give you a tube of ointment that will instantly heal any wound!

The boy count exclaimed:

- That's great! A very suitable exchange!

The girl countess agreed:

- Worthy! Although it would be even better to get living water!

The mermaid replied with a sweet smile:

- And this ointment is made on the basis of living water! By the way, it can rejuvenate both an old man and an old woman!

Carleson nodded with a smile:

- You see how great it turned out. Well, go ahead, sing to Svante! Not a single singer in the history of mankind has ever received such prizes!

The boy who had traveled to another place started singing, again composing on the fly:

In Sweden, ruby roses bloom,

Everything is so wonderful and very beautiful...

Our guys honor the Bible,

Bright brotherhood and team!


The spirit of Christianity hovers above us,

Jesus and I are in the same team...

Our homeland is a sword and a shield,

And for Christ's sake let's just give up our shirts!


A boy runs barefoot in the snow,

There is soul and humility in this...

Know that you should not drag a child by force,

And the enemy will not receive forgiveness!


Our homeland is a steel rock,

The guys have strong muscles...

Strength against strength, ours took,

I fire my machine gun firmly!


Children are able to hold on to victory,

Fight to new limits of luck...

Even if a furious thief attacks,

Let's give this young man some serious slapping!


Eternal glory to our guys,

It's as if they were cast in titanium...

There are many boys and many girls,

We will mock the old tyrant!


Our power, children, is great,

It casts a radiance of steel...

Let the dream of light come true,

The damned orcs will receive their retribution!


Stalin will not rule the country,

Democracies light the way for us...

Let us say directly death to Satan,

Be destroyed, evil, bald-headed Cain!


The enemy is advancing, orcishism has invaded,

He bared his teeth like daggers...

We will win - this is the children's motto,

We are not embarrassed by death's grins!


This is our glory,

To crush the evil bears from the abyss...

Friendship of peoples is a monolith,

We are me in honest multitude!


Svante's talent knows no bounds,

This child has so many faces...

Here is a bold layout,

And the wild onslaught has been stopped!


I believe I love Jesus,

The Virgin Mary shines like the sun...

They won't steal us for a ruble,

And the girl's hair curls!


I am a boy of light - hair like snow,

The Swede is real and very handsome...

Here we begin to run barefoot,

Know our brave team!


Here we go in formation to attack,

We will crush the orcs with a sharp blow...

Afterwards, the girl and I will be alone,

It's not for nothing that we are loved!


Chess is a cool game,

You just can't put the figure back...

The bullet pierced like a needle,

And the comrade choked on blood!


Why should I carry it on my shoulders?

So that the torn wound heals...

I will also save the girl in battle,

And I will not give the country to the infidels!


Eternal memory to the fallen soldiers,

God promised they would soon be resurrected...

Pride will be our fathers,

Each of them will be an honest warrior!


There is no need to anger God or people,

We must pray with special humility...

At the same time, the orcs were beaten furiously,

Even when they ask for forgiveness!


The boy fighter is pride and laughter,

The wolf cub bares his teeth like pearls...

I believe in success in battle,

And the Swedish warrior will crush the orc!


We carry the light of faith of Elfinism,

Even roses will bloom on Mars...

I believe we will bring freedom to the Earth,

The planet will become a place of universal happiness!


The evil dragon will be firmly defeated,

They will chop off his heads as if with a razor...

Fuhrer, you are a bald, evil parasite,

We will destroy you, carrion, in battle!


Well, and then on my planet,

The garden blossomed into a very stormy Eden...

As if the villain was crushed into a pancake,

We win with words and deeds!

. CHAPTER #10.

The audience clapped their hands quite energetically. It was indeed a pretty good performance. And the boy had an angelic voice.

After which the mermaids disappeared for a couple of minutes. And then they appeared and brought a tube of magic ointment. Then, as if by magic, a purse appeared, quite a large one with pearls. And the pearls were large and multi-colored.

The mermaid declared in a solemn tone:

- I always keep my word! So now you are armed to the end!

And she waved her tail. The shell in Carleson's hands lit up. Which was really cool.

The fat boy sang:

Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley,

Warm May greetings...

Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley,

White bouquet!

The mermaid noted:

- It was nice talking to you, and now good luck!

Carleson sang:

They run along a straight path,

Barefoot girls feet...

I'm tired of milking the cow,

He wants to tease his own happiness!

Svante added:

- I'll harness the horse to the collar,

And fortune awaits me!

The boy-count chuckled and noted:

- Yes, of course he is waiting, and everything will be great!

After which the children set off. Their bare feet slapped the grass. Only Carleson was wearing his signature sneakers. And he was apparently having a great time.

The children had indeed stocked up. You could buy a lot of things with pearls. But there was a distant buzzing sound from above. It was a Luftwaffe plane flying overhead. And Operation Polar Bear was underway.

Carleson shook the ultrasound blaster and noted:

- We can only scratch the Wehrmacht. But can you defeat such an armada with four guns?

Svante agreed:

- Yes, that's true! Even with a protective field, we won't be able to take them all down! Although, maybe we'll kill a lot of people!

The boy-count logically noted:

- True knights enter the battle even when they have no chance of winning!

The girl countess added:

- It doesn"t matter whether we win or not, what matters is that we fought!

Carleson objected:

- No, and the fact that we win is also important. More precisely, winning is more important than dying. And that's the main thing.

Svante asked:

- So what's our plan then?

The fat boy replied:

- I haven't decided yet! But I should go see Baba Yaga!

The peasant children squealed:

- To Baba Yaga? And she won't eat us?

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- If anything happens, we have weapons to defend ourselves!

And the children moved forward at a walking pace. Svante doubted:

- That there is even Baba Yaga here?

The fat boy noted:

- In this wonderful forest all the dimensions are mixed up, so it is quite possible that it is. Although it seems like a paradox.

The boy noted with a sigh:

- What can you do? The whole world is a paradox! And you can't argue with that!

The boy-count reminded:

- In one fairy tale, a man climbed inside a watermelon and traveled there. So, in principle, everything impossible is possible!

The girl countess sang:

There is heat and snowfall in the world,

The world is both poor and rich...

A detachment of warriors is coming,

Line up in a row!

Svante picked up:

- Yes, everything impossible is possible!

And the boy from Stockholm sang:

There is no pilot without the sky,

There are no armies without regiments...

There are no schools without breaks,

There are no fights without bruises!

Carleson interrupted:

- Okay, don't whine, let's do something instead, guys...

And then a wolf jumped out to meet them. And not just any wolf, but one on two legs. The boys and the girl bristled with blasters, but Carleson exclaimed:

- Hello Sultan!

The wolf grinned and muttered:

- Hello, Carleson.

The beast was indeed strange, wearing jeans and standing on its feet like a human.

Svante muttered:

- Butterfly effect!

The girl-countess corrected:

- This is not a butterfly, but a wolf!

The boy-count squeaked:

- Wolf - a slap on the forehead!

Carleson asked:

- So what's new, Sultan?

The wolf in jeans replied:

- Yes, Ivan Tsarevich was kidnapped. Nightingale the Robber demands that Princess Marya be given in exchange. Otherwise, he will impale Ivan!

Carleson whistled:

- Wow! I see there is some work for us here!

The boy-count muttered:

- We'll pluck the feathers of the nightingale the robber!

The wolf in jeans nodded:

- Yes, it should have. But even the Streltsy army, when the nightingale whistled, could not resist and flew upside down. And the horses got scared and neighed. Will you be able to resist?

Carleson bellowed:

My nightingale, my nightingale,

No, you can't count his bones!

Svante exclaimed:

- We have weapons! We will incinerate him!

The Sultan shrugged:

- Weapons? And what kind?

Carleson exclaimed:

- We'll show you this weapon yet! But for now, let's not waste time on trifles and get into battle! Lead us to the nightingale!

The wolf in jeans nodded:

- I've known you, Carleson, for a long time! You're right!

And the six children, led by the wolf, moved with increasing pace. The forest around them became more colorful. Large flowers grew right on the trees. Moreover, the petals were of the most varied colors and colors.

And the aromas of the forest were marvelous, as if expensive French jewelry and honey, condensed milk and other goodies had mixed together. How wonderful it all looked.

Svante sang, slapping his little childish feet on the grass:

The forest is our common home,

The house we live in,

How wonderful it is to feast with the fox alone!

Carleson agreed:

- Yes, great!

The wolf suggested:

- Let me give you a copper coin, and you will sing something beautiful and forest-like!

Svante objected:

- No! We are not so poor that we can sing for copper. Give me a gold one and I will sing, and the others will join in!

The girl countess nodded:

- That's right, gold! Singing for a copper coin is somehow beneath me!

The wolf in jeans spread his paws:

- I don't have a gold one! The only thing I can give you is a silver one!

Carleson then issued:

- The cup sparkles with silver at the bottom, be the coolest and enjoy the wine!

Swanke nodded:

- Okay, I'll sing for a silver coin! I'd like to sing myself.

And the boys' soles really did start to itch, the skin on their feet had already healed and calluses were forming. And when a strong crust forms on a child's sole, they itch. And to distract himself from the excruciating itch, the boy began to sing:

A fairytale forest lies before us,

Children march across the grass...

It feels good on bare feet,

We will receive gifts from Santa Claus!


We Swedes are very simple people,

The young ones have very tender faces...

Boys and girls are always barefoot,

They even rush across the snow-white field!


God loves children, very much,

Wants to make everyone in the universe happy...

The child's heart will become omnipotent,

We are a big, bland team!


I am Svante, an ordinary child,

In the world of fairy tales I found myself jokingly...

My voice is very loud,

That's where I remained a boy!


I twitter like a very young nightingale,

Like a winged bird he soared...

We need to hit with a cast iron blow,

For a new ruler to be born!


Svante the boy walks barefoot,

Along the forest path they pick pine cones...

Don't judge the child harshly,

He will be a brave, courageous boy!


Soon the boy will come to a fork in the road,

Where an evil stone awaits him...

For lunch you need a knife and fork,

But the child has bare feet!


It won't become prey for Koschei,

And will not fall under sharp pincers...

The enemy's head will remain bullish,

Let the blood flow brightly in streams!


We will fight for Sweden,

Like warriors of heavenly power...

We can even fight with Koschei,

Even if he fights unfairly!


That the boy did not kneel,

Show your mighty character...

For the sake of a new dream of generations,

Let's ram the boat with a torpedo!


This is the kind of strength we will have,

Everything will explode and really break apart...

Choke the crocodile, boy,

And buy yourself some luck for an hour!


Get into a tough boxer stance,

Split the Fuhrer's jaw sharply...

So that there is no stupid thief,

A bride from God has appeared!


To make the universe more beautiful,

So that the young men were made of steel...

So that children grow up the happiest,

Having seen the elfinism!


My people are the Sweden of the world,

A country that does not suffer in war...

You can't describe Shakespeare with a pen,

At least sometimes a person goes hungry!


I am the boy who flies,

When a falcon dreams at night...

He dreams of a military feat,

To sing many songs in battle!


The Swedes fought Peter fiercely,

They showed their feat and valor...

But we had to leave the battle quietly,

And sometimes our conscience bit us!


Charlemagne is now a failure,

The Swedes have lost the Baltics...

So, boy, solve the problem book,

May there be changes in the soul!


The boys will gallop dashingly on horseback,

They will boldly fight with enemies...

And the Swedes will give you a real fight back,

Believe me, it is not right for us to retreat!


In the open field the ears of corn turn yellow,

The maples are filled with gold...

The girl will enter with her bare foot,

The foot will surely be hardened!


We will be able to turn our enemies into corpses,

To win despite our bitter fate...

After all, our grandfathers died for us,

Washing down your bread with moonshine!


I'm a boy who fights,

Defeating the horde of infidels...

And then the boy laughs loudly,

Dispersing all the fogs into pieces!


Why did the aspen bend its branches?

Her leaves have faded...

We will have a middle ground in the world,

And if necessary, we will get to the point!


The Swedish army will be harsh,

Having crossed over to Moscow lands...

And we will build a new order,

The world of love is like the evening bell!


The lush roses are blooming,

How beautiful it is in a free universe...

Frosts retreat with thunderstorms,

Our world will be great and happy!


I pray to God the wise to make it so,

So that my youth is not wasted...

So that I don"t become a gray-haired grandfather,

Let your youth shine brightly!


So the world will never go out,

The stars will burn in the sky forever...

True happiness will come to people,

So that what you know is impossible!


I want with my hot heart,

To soar like an eagle into the sky...

Receive the gift of great luck,

So that the dead may rise again at once!


Mighty Thor will give us a reward,

For the sake of Sweden, the bright power...

And let us keep joy in our hearts,

Endless love, loud glory!


Don't believe the lies - there is no God,

There is joy in every heart...

Let's bring the enemy to justice,

Let grief and old age disappear then!


Don't grieve about the past, people,

There will be great happiness soon...

Even though the children's bare feet are freezing,

The sun rises, the bad weather passes!

The wolf in jeans exclaimed in amazement when Svante and the other children finished singing:

- This deserves three coins!

And the beast, who had such an ambiguous reputation in fairy tales, took three silver coins from his pocket. And threw them up. Carleson whistled. And the white round pieces flew into the fat boy's palm.

The wolf in jeans noticed:

- This is not for you, but for another boy!

Carles muttered:

- We have everything in common, one team, and I am their commander and chief treasurer!

Svante nodded:

- Let him take it, I don't mind! Moreover, gold is more valuable than silver!

The wolf noted with a predatory smile:

- What can't you argue with? And silver... It kills vampires!

Carleson laughed and replied:

- I know that! And what are vampires to us? There is no way to fight them unless there is another crowbar!

The boy count asked:

- Can the Nightingale the Robber be killed with silver?

The wolf in jeans answered honestly:

- You can kill him with regular steel. Only if you get closer. The robber is really tenacious, you have to cut off his head. If you cut off an arm or a leg, a new one will grow!

The girl countess exclaimed:

- Wow! What a wonderful property - to grow limbs! How does this happen?

The wolf grinned and replied:

- I don't know how myself! But somehow it works. It needs to...

Here the beast hesitated and apparently lost the thread of his thoughts.

Carleson noted:

- It's no great honor to extinguish the Nightingale the Robber with ultrasound. Something more cunning and at the same time honest is needed here.

Svante shrugged and replied:

- More honest? How can a weapon be honest or dishonest!

The peasant boy nodded:

- There is an honest word, and there is a dishonest one! And the methods of waging war are different, both successful and unsuccessful!

Carleson growled:

- Don't try to seem dumber than you are! More precisely, you, boy, want to show yourself as smart, but in reality...

And then the boy with the motor shook the blaster. Indeed, a crow flew out of the branches, and a mad one at that. And Carleson shot at it. For the first time, the children observed the effects of ultrasound. At first it seemed nothing, but the crow plopped into a tree and turned into a sticky, gray mush.

The boy count exclaimed with delight:

- Now that's it! - And then stamping his bare foot, which had already become familiar with the red-hot iron of the executioner, he added - the highest class weapon of the ancient gods!

Carleson replied with a sweet smile:

- Ultrasound, it can not only shoot down a crow, but also an airplane, or even a heavy tank. And the Germans already have heavy tanks in this world!

The little countess chirped:

- Handsome iron tank, become something useful!

The peasant boy replied with a sigh:

- Yes, it's not bad, but... - Here the child crushed some nasty slug with his bare foot, and wiping the rough sole on the grass, added. But we need thousands of such pistols that shoot ultrasound. So what can we do with this one blaster?

The wolf in jeans grinned and howled:

- What you are saying, little people, is strangely clear to me. I was a sultan in my past life, and I know a lot!

Carleson chuckled and remarked sarcastically:

- Definitely a sultan? Or maybe a gopher?

After these words, the wolf in jeans turned red. And you could tell from his eyes that he was embarrassed.

The boy count sang:

White wolves gather in a pack,

Only then will the family survive...

The weak perish, they are killed,

Cleansing the sacred blood!

The girl-countess stamped her small, bare foot, also having suffered more from torture, and chirped:

- Yes, the wolf is a great original! He loses his briefcase on the way, and he knows everything even though he hasn't read it!

Carleson grinned and noted:

- I'm not sure about the gopher! You're too smart for that and you have a wide outlook. At one time you fooled Koshchei the Deathless himself, and he's considered the smartest!

The wolf flashed his large teeth with a satisfied look:

- That's exactly it! Ivan and I were able to get him to talk! It's like... - Here the beast in jeans hesitated. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. The necessary comparison didn't come to mind.

The peasant girl said with surprise:

- It's strange, but we were taught that Koschei the Deathless is a fairy tale!

Carleson chuckled and sang:

Since childhood, our mothers taught us,

Kind, polite words...

If we forgot something,

It might remind us!

And the fat boy with the motor just laughed. What looked so funny, although at the same time stupid.

The wolf in jeans explained:

- For people, Koschei may be a fairy tale, but for us, no. There are such parallel fantasy worlds. And sometimes fairy-tale creatures end up among people. After all, elves, gnomes, vampires, trolls, and the same mermaids really exist in fairy-tale worlds and sometimes appear on Earth. And that's where legends are born!

The boy-count nodded in agreement:

- Yes, that's understandable! Just like angels! Some believe in them and most of them do, while others - for example, atheists - say that angels are just a figment of the human imagination!

Svante squeaked:

- That's right! Believers are the majority in the world. And they believe in the miracles of the Bible, or the Koran, so why not believe in the reality of fairy tales?

The girl countess sang:

I believe that people will not part with a fairy tale,

And they will remain true friends forever!

Carleson winked at the children and said:

Lukomorye is not on the map,

So there is no way into a fairy tale...

This is close to becoming a fairy tale,

The fairy tale is yet to come!

The wolf in jeans spread his paws and asked:

- What do you want from me?

Carleson shrugged and replied:

- The rocket you built on the Moon hasn't been disassembled yet?

The wolf grinned and replied with a sigh:

- You can figure it out! It's just a figment of our imagination. And it's also surprising that it has existed for so long without disappearing!

Carleson winked and said:

- Yes, everything is so unreliable on the Moon! For example, like in religion - each one claims to be the ultimate truth, but in fact, it's all a rip-off!

Svante remarked with a sweet look:

- But Christianity is still unique in that God became one of us and voluntarily went to his death!

The boy count confirmed:

- Exactly! In what other religion can you find so much love from the Almighty?

To go to the cross himself for the sake of people!

Carleson objected:

- If you read the Bible more carefully, it was not God Himself who went to the cross, but His Son. Moreover, they are different personalities, and Jesus says: I go to my Father, and your Father, and my God, and your God. That is, Jesus says that he himself is not God, but only the Son of God, and the Son of Man!

The girl countess exclaimed:

- This is already Arian heresy!

The fat boy with the motor objected:

- Or maybe the opposite. As Jesus said - why do you call me good, only one God in heaven is good! That is, Jesus himself said that there is only one God!

The wolf in jeans yawned demonstratively and replied:

- There is no point in having religious discussions. Instead, come along with me. I will take you to the royal palace. There you will be entertained and treated well!

Carleson grinned and asked:

- Will there be gifts?

The magical beast answered confidently:

- Of course! Well, how could we do without gifts! Here, of course, you will be in the highest esteem!

The peasant girl giggled and noted:

- Yes, this is an original solution! Go to the mermaids, then to the palace, then...

Here the girl in a simple dress and bare feet did not finish her sentence. Again the crow flew out, or rather its likeness, with large, slightly curved claws, and it attacked the children's squad. Carleson fired at it. But the ultrasound only slightly ruffled the crow's feathers. And it almost pierced the boy with the motor with its beak, but he managed to jump back in time. And Carleson threw a tiny stone at it. The monster crow choked, and immediately began to change.

And in its place a lush, creamy cake appeared. More precisely, a rather impressive-sized cake with candied fruits, roses, fish and butterfly decorations.

The little countess whistled:

- Wow! I haven't seen anything like this even in the royal palace!

Carleson, with a smile that looked quite childish, explained:

- Threw a feedback artifact at her. It changes the polarity of matter to the opposite. And the evil monster crow who doesn't like children became a delicious cake beloved by the privileged class.

Svante exclaimed:

- Okay! That's great! Maybe we should eat it?!

The boy-count, wrinkling his forehead, remarked:

- It's too risky! Maybe there's some poison in it!

The wolf in jeans answered with a grin:

- There's a village nearby! Let's take the cake to the local children. No nonsense, is it safe?

Carleson said confidently:

- Of course, it's safe! Even if the crow was poisonous, now it's the most natural cake!

The peasant girl sang:

Far, far, far away,

Grazing cats in the meadow...

That's right, cows,

Drink milk, children,

Be healthy!

. CHAPTER No 11.

The peasant boy couldn't resist running his finger along the creamy crust of the cake. He picked up a rose and put it in his mouth. He swallowed it greedily and exclaimed with joy:

- Wow! This is really tasty! I've never eaten anything like it!

The peasant girl added wittily:

- Yes, this is really extremely cool! And let me try it too!

Carleson said sternly:

- No! Wash your hands first. And my solution is simple - let's go to the village and eat there with the kids!

Svante nodded in agreement:

- It's logical and noble! We must share!

The boy count agreed with this:

- Yes, we need to share! And that is the meaning of a child's life!

The girl countess added:

- And not only for children, but for adults too!

Carleson burst out laughing and sang:

To burden us more and more,

For some reason they became...

Today is the first grade at school,

Looks like an institute!

I go to bed at twelve,

I don't have the strength to undress!

I wish I could become an adult right away,

Take a break from childhood!

The young listeners applauded. Yes, it all looked extremely funny and even cool.

And Svante added with a chuckle:

There will be more,

There will be more,

There will be more!

The strength will not diminish!

Carleson gave the command. And the children, without further arguments or delays, picked up the cake. And carried it on themselves. Well, that's what you could call work. Although there were five of them, it was hard to carry. The kid stamped his bare feet, his soles had healed, calluses had formed in them, and they itched terribly. When Svante walked, the itching subsided, and so the feet of the city boy, who had only recently begun to walk barefoot, got used to it. But in children they become rough very quickly. The other kids are more accustomed to it. Even the count's children, in those ancient times, tried to make sure that both boys and girls had stronger and more calloused feet.

Firstly, in case of captivity or disfavor of the king, when shoes are taken away from the children of noble persons to emphasize their lower social status. And secondly, the children were hardened so that they would be more resistant to diseases, especially colds.

And in the Middle Ages it was a real scourge. So the count's children willingly took off their shoes in the forest, and they even enjoyed it when the grass tickled and pricked their elastic, children's soles.

But the cake was big and it was hard to carry. Especially since there was no one older than eleven. And the children were puffing and groaning from the load. True, the wolf in jeans rushed to help them. And he, I must say, is a very strong beast. And the children felt better.

The boy-count exclaimed angrily:

- Why is this fat man with a motor like a gentleman?

Carleson said with a grin:

- Because I am the most important one over you!

The girl countess muttered:

- Do you have a title?

The fat boy with the motor laughed and replied:

- I have the title of Duke, and even King! So you are not my rivals in this matter!

The boy-count muttered:

- You're pouring it!

The wolf in jeans objected:

- No! Carleson isn't lying! In one of his travels he was actually chosen as king. It just happened. There was a vacancy there, and kings were determined by competition, and Carleson managed to win it!

The boy-count whistled:

- Wow! Kings at the competition!

The girl countess noticed:

- There is nothing surprising! In Poland, the king is also an elected position! And in France, the first Capetian was taken and elected. Well, and even in Russia, the council elected Mikhail Romanov as tsar!

The barefoot boy with the title whistled:

- And you are a learned sister! How do you know?

The barefoot but noble girl answered:

- You have to read books!

Carleson nodded with a smile:

- Yes, I had such an episode! And I also received the title of Duke from the hands of Napoleon Bonaparte himself!

Svante asked in surprise:

- For what?

The fat boy with the motor replied:

- For helping to take over Britain! What's surprising about that?

The kid muttered in confusion:

- Did Napoleon ever conquer Britain?

Carleson answered confidently:

- In one of the many parallel universes, yes! In general, there is a whole hypervee of worlds! And there is a lot of stuff there - these are whole alternative universes!

The boy count asked:

- And your kingdom, you braggart, was it small?

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- I wouldn't say so! More than Sweden, even within the borders of Charles XII's empire!

The girl countess asked:

- Why did you leave her then?

The fat boy with the motor answered honestly:

- Because I am tired of governing the country. Believe me, it is a burden and very hard, not a minute of free time. It is not for nothing that one wise king said: that our life as rulers is an honorable slavery!

Svante noted:

- But many are striving for power!

Carleson nodded:

- Yes, very many! And having grabbed it, they don't want to give it up! With all their might. One mustachioed boar even started doing such things, just to not give up his power, that he became the laughing stock of the entire planet Earth. Then, however, a drone was found on him!

Svante asked with a smile:

- What is a drone?

The girl countess answered with a smile:

- There is such a bird in the fairy garden, its name is Dron!

Carleson objected:

- No, kids! You are mistaken, a drone is a mechanism. And I will show you how it works! More precisely, you will see for yourself when the time comes!

The boy-count logically stated:

- We'll see what's there to break spears for!

The peasant boy suggested:

- Maybe we should sing?

Svante agreed:

- Of course we will sing!

And the children, carrying the cake, sang with delight, feeling and expression:

We love our Sweden, believe me,

Born in a country so free...

And the bloody beast does not frighten us,

The guys are noble at heart!


Jesus was born in our hearts,

Who created the entire universe...

And the boy, believe me, is not a coward either,

His destiny is goodness and creation!


O Sweden, land of great flowers,

You have such a wonderful nature...

No need to waste more boring words,

We always have wonderful weather!


Our king is like an ideal knight,

Capable of crushing mountains in battle...

He attacked the enemy jokingly,

And resolved other disputes in the world!


Svante will not be weak, believe me,

He is a modern boy...

We will open the door to new facets,

A cool team, no doubt!


Here comes the era of space,

And I believe there will be Swedes on Mars...

We will open an endless account of victories,

May there be happiness in our universe!


Know that our strength will not weaken,

With swords or with a blaster it's the same...

The nightmarish sadness will dissipate,

We warriors are invincible in battles!


The boy doesn't know, as if I can't,

He is a winner, that is his strength...

And if necessary, I will help in battle,

Mighty from the young team!


By sea or by land we are on our way,

We are simply accustomed to smashing our enemies...

The sun's bright rays sparkle,

We will also study excellently!


Oh, we will build cool palaces,

What sparkles so beautifully bright...

Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,

Victory will be in radiant May!


We were together with Charles in this battle,

And they performed great miracles...

The eagle is a boy, not a sparrow,

How the diamonds irrigated the field!


Flowers are growing, and apple trees are in full bloom,

Everything in the world has become so wonderful...

Let's make the great dream come true,

And let's overthrow evil from its steep pedestal!


There will be no compromise in the battle of the roses,

We will crush all the enemies that have huddled together...

The great God Christ suffered for us,

Which friend, believe me, is the best!


Have no doubt Sweden lives,

She, a falcon, is rushing into the sky...

And the glory of the Scandinavians will blossom,

And believe me, the dead will rise again in love!


My duty is to serve Christ and the King,

To fight bravely for the honor of the Fatherland...

And I will slaughter a boar with tusks,

We will fight the enemy fiercely!


For the future of peace and love,

The boy draws the sharpest sword...

Although you can"t build happiness on blood,

But the strongest simply wins!


The word weak will not be with you,

Boy, may you be a great warrior...

Let Mars be a powerful relative,

And Thor with his sword, his face glittering with light!


So I'll make this approach,

That the Fuhrer with a bald head will soon become a corpse...

We will destroy the evil army,

And covering it with a sheepskin coat won't save you!


In short, the boy will tell everyone harshly,

Sweden will be victorious in the battles...

The time of turbulent changes will come,

Forward to success and great achievements!

The song cheered up the children's team and even the wolf in jeans. And they began to walk faster and more cheerfully.

Carleson noted:

- And Svante is really a little Byron! But don't rush to be proud! And you will be dealt with! I will give the order and a whole bamboo grove will walk on your bare, childish heels!

The baby squeaked:

- This is unfair and cruel! This is how to treat children!

The boy count nodded:

- Aren't you afraid that we'll pounce on you with the whole pack, and the self-proclaimed king and Napoleon's duke will be the one to get his back?

Carleson wanted to answer something caustic, when suddenly the forest ended and they found themselves in front of a village. It looked quite elegant, the houses were neat with roofs resembling mushroom caps and painted in all the colors of the rainbow.

And children were running between the houses. They were all tanned and fair-haired.

Boys in shorts, girls in short dresses. Of course, without shoes, which only restrict in the heat, and here it was summer, and Svante suddenly had the feeling that there was no winter in this region? Why? Well, because palm trees grew on the streets of the village, and on them coconuts and bananas. If it were not for the children's light hair, with European features, one could have thought that this was an African village.

The children themselves are tanned, like chocolate. And the sun here is something... Svante glanced up and whistled: the sun became double: and gave three colors - orange, yellow, green.

Carleson growled:

- What are you staring at? This is a parallel universe! More precisely, even semi-parallel, or more precisely, parallel with fractions!

Svante squeaked:

- What about fractions?

The fat boy with the motor replied:

- Well, you'll find out! But here you are on Earth, and not quite on planet Earth!

The little countess laughed and replied:

- It's like you were spanked, or not completely spanked! Or maybe partially spanked?

And the children burst out laughing. And they moved towards the center of the village. The wolf in jeans blurted out, not quite to the point:

Where are we going with the kids?

Big, big, secret,

And we will not tell about it,

Oh no, and no, and no!

The young team went to the center of the village where there were several swings, a couple of horizontal bars, and a large table. They put the cake right on it - so lush and fragrant. And children from all over the village began to run to the table.

Carleson announced:

- Here's a gift for you, kids! Just wash your hands first, and bring spoons and knives to cut the cake neatly and fairly.

The children rushed to the gilded washbasins, near which lay fragrant, pink soap. And began to tidy themselves up.

Svante and the other children from his team decided to wash themselves. They did it thoroughly. The boy-count noted that it wouldn't hurt to take a shower.

Carleson nodded:

- There is a river nearby, and the water in it is warm all year round!

The young warriors and travelers sat down at the table and began to eat the delicious and mouth-watering cake. And Carleson said with a brave look:

I have been to different countries,

And if I want,

Then I'll shake my revolver,

You will be taken to the doctor!

Svante replied with a laugh:

- Going to the doctor is not the best idea!

The boy count confirmed:

- Some are doctors, others are executioners!

And he showed his bare sole where the burn from the torture iron had worn off. The children laughed merrily, everything seems funny to them.

The wolf in jeans noted:

- In our world, not only time and space are relative!

Carleson muttered:

- What is this for?

The intelligent beast, smiling, replied:

- Maybe that's it... I remember Ivan Tsarevich and I were looking for a palace in the desert. And then a dilemma arose: go there, I don't know where! Bring me, I don't know what!

Svante noted:

- It just happens sometimes that we ourselves don't know what we want. For example, I wanted a dog, but it turned out that I had to get up early to walk the puppy. And there are so many problems from this!

Carleson chuckled and sang:

Svante, you are my mouse,

Bone and skin, I'll eat you!

Happiness is just a respite,

A bright flash,

In the darkness of problems!

The boy-count answered wittily:

- At least it's not a rat!

The girl countess added with a laugh:

- Yes, this is really a mouse!

The children wanted to say something else, when a nasty, prickly wind blew. And the sky suddenly darkened. The young gluttons who were gobbling up the cake even cringed, and a couple of girls even started running, flashing their bare, round heels.

And suddenly, like a falling meteorite, a rather pretty girl with long, fiery red hair appeared. She was in a mortar, and in one hand she held a broom with which she controlled the flight, and in the other a magic wand.

Carleson yelled:

- Don't be afraid! This is the girl Yaga the younger! She doesn't touch children!

In response, the fiery girl squealed:

- It's not true! Of course I do!

And the girl Yaga the younger roared, waving her broom:

- I am bloodthirsty, I am merciless,

I am the evil girl Yaga!

And I don't need any chocolate,

No marmalade!

I love it when for breakfast,

Baby foot!

Svante, who suddenly felt like a little hero, sang:

Well done, well done, you ringleader!

Being friends with her is like playing with a crocodile!

The girl Yaga giggled and noted:

- A very impudent boy.

And the fiery beauty waved her magic wand. A small flame flared up and licked the small, childish boy, who looked to be about eight or nine years old. And Svante screamed. And threw a piece of cake at Baba Yaga. But she managed to wave her magic wand. And the confectionery flew back and fell on the boy, dirtying him from his bare feet to his head.

The girl Yaga chirped:

I am a sharp-eyed nymph,

And the daughter of his ecokha,

Cool supergirl,

I'm doing well!

Svante was indeed covered in cream, chocolate and condensed milk. And the boy literally fought off the sweet glaze.

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- That's how it is - that's great and cool! Come on, kids, take the baby to the lake and wash him!

The boys and girls picked up Svante and the wolves. And the girl Yaga spun around and sang:

I am the strongest in the world,

I can set the village on fire...

There are so many gloomy people on the air,

And I'll destroy everyone anyway!

And then she twirled her magic wand again. The cake fell on Carleson, but the fat boy with the motor managed to jump out of the way. And the confectionery flew past and plopped down on the grass, and stained a couple of chairs, as well as the boy and the girl, splashing them with cream, chocolate, condensed milk and candied fruit.

The boy-count noted with a smile:

- Wasteful, but funny!

The girl countess agreed:

- Indeed, it is better to eat cakes than to throw them!

Svante plunged into a small pool. The water was warm and it was pleasant to splash around in it. The boy-time traveler sang:

A first-grader is swimming in the sea,

He wants to tear the pirates apart...

The boy is not a whiny little bug,

I wrote it - don't litter your notebook!

Carleson nodded with satisfaction:

- You learn quickly. That shows how cool this all is!

The girl Yaga grinned and sang:

I am a cool girl super Yaga,

I'm spinning on a broom like a squirrel...

Now I have a poker in my hands,

The tan turned out not pale!

The peasant boy remarked:

- Well, we've already eaten a fair amount of sweets! Maybe we'll go and dance!

The peasant girl agreed:

- I'm in such a playful mood right now! I just want to bounce like a ball!

Carleson asked the girl Yaga:

- Should we fight or make peace?

The Fire Witch laughed and replied:

- Fight with you, shorty? You can't reach me with a sword!

The boy with the motor noticed:

- But my moorings are better! Small size - gives more mobility!

The peasant girl nodded:

- The weasel is the most agile animal. It is as fast as lightning, and if it bites a boy on the nose, it will be a complete disaster!

The little countess chirped:

The bee feels sorry,

And the bee on the tree...

And the tree in the forest,

And the forest is just around the corner!

Carleson noted with a smile:

- So you've won the first prize for wit! Although bees give honey, what does a gadfly give?

The peasant boy muttered:

- A gadfly? It's disgusting to even think about this nastiness!

The youngest girl Yaga jumped out of the mortar. Her graceful, tanned feet were bare, and on each toe of her lower limbs a ring sparkled!

She is indeed a very beautiful girl. Or rather not even evil, but mischievous. And she jumps up and down, her bare, pink feet with graceful curves at the heels, sparkling. And her hair is like the flame of an Olympic torch. This girl is truly wildly beautiful and charming.

The children also started dancing. Only Carleson and the wolf in jeans had shoes. The rest of the young representatives of the fairy-tale world showed off their bare, slightly dusty heels.

Svante sang:

Children are supermen,

They can tear the orcs apart...

We are great athletes,

Pass your exams with flying colors!

Carleson chuckled and noted:

- Be careful with the orcs! Otherwise they might show up too. And by the way, Koshchei's servants!

The girl Yaga muttered:

Yes, Koshcheiushka is a demon,

With pride to the skies!

The wolf in jeans noticed:

- Koschei is not a stupid man. I remember he went to make Princess Nesmeyana laugh. The Tsar asks him: don't you feel sorry for your head? Koschei replies: don't feel sorry for this one!

The girl countess sang:

Why does Koschei need a head?

It doesn't get any dumber...

Don't chop wood with your head,

Nails are not hammered in!


Although Koschei's is not empty,

He himself will confuse everyone...

But each one is obviously not without reason,

He doesn't want to lose his head!

Svante, who was quickly drying out in the three local suns, noted:

- Great song! And witty!

The girl Yaga stamped her bare, graceful foot and sang:

In his kingdom Koschei,

Everything living and bright is destroyed...

The bloodsucker is a real child killer!

But I believe that such a time will come,

That the villain will go to the world of Tartarus!

The boy count noted:

- And the girl Yaga turns out to be a positive heroine!

The Fire Witch stated decisively:

- To play pranks, I played pranks, but I didn"t do any harm, although...

And the girl Yaga shook her magic wand. Multicolored dragees and donuts in chocolate and powdered sugar fell from above.

The children began to grab the treats and put them in their mouths. And there was a lot of cheerful laughter.

Svante noted with a sweet, childish, toothy smile:

Witch, witch, witch,

Evil spirit...

And where did you come from, witch?

Witch, witch, witch,

You must be beautiful,

And I am captivated by this beauty!

I'll pick some beautiful flowers!

It's like being on first-name terms with an angel!

And the embodiment of a boy's dream!

Without any fluff or nonsense!

And the boy jumped up and did a somersault.

. CHAPTER #12.

Carleson noted with a very satisfied look:

- Do you see how the boy sings? My school!

The girl countess noted:

- He is small in stature, but his appearance is pleasant, and the blood of nobility is visible in this boy!

The wolf in jeans noticed:

- Here is Ivan, the Tsar's son-in-law from the common peasants, married the Tsar's daughter and heiress of the faraway kingdom... And he copes with his role just fine! And how he copes with it. So don't think that noble origin is everything!

Carleson nodded:

- Yes, that's true! But you should be proud of your ancestors, and I am rightfully proud of them!

The fiery girl sang:

He was glorified by his ancestors,

Rare warriors!

That they cut everyone down with swords,

May the force be with us!

Svante said with a smile:

Be proud of your father,

A glorious citizen...

But be a good man yourself,

And not just a son!

The wolf in jeans nodded and added:

- No valor of ancestors will help a coward!

Carleson blew a little into the sky in response... And a cloud appeared. It was pink with blue specks. The fat boy sang:

On the road with clouds,

On the road with clouds...

It may leave bruises,

There may be bruises!

The children, having eaten their fill, began to play freely. The witch with the copper-red hairdo dropped colorful balloons from the sky to the children. And they fell, and the children caught them. It looked great and beautiful.

The boy-count also began to play, slapping his bare feet and whistling.

Some of the balls literally shimmered in the sun. It was great and fun.

Svante even remarked with a yawn:

- No, it's boring without villains! Everyone here is good!

Carleson said with annoyance:

- What, you want adventure?

The boy count remarked with a smile:

There is nothing more boring in the world,

Where peace and grace reign...

How hateful is the calm,

It is better to give your life in battle!

And after these words, it was as if the higher powers reacted. And indeed, an owl appeared in the sky. Quite large, the size of a good barn. And its wings were lethal and had swords on the ends.

The girl countess noted:

- You see, I jinxed it!

The peasant boy remarked:

- All the better! Everything will be so cool and wonderful!

The owl, however, did not show aggression. On the contrary, it landed, shook its wings and sang:

My kids, you are cool,

I see they are simply groovy...

You ran barefoot,

And they caught the mouse by force!

And the bird of prey puffed itself up. And its appearance was menacing. And its beak was so big and curved.

Carleson nodded:

- And you came to our sobantuy! Maybe you want to try some cake!

The owl answered with a creaking sound:

- Koschei the Deathless wants you to give him the boy Svante! Carleson understood and this is serious!

The fat boy with the motor snorted contemptuously:

- Koschei wants too much! Svante is my friend, and I don"t betray friends!

The owl noticed:

- It's dangerous to argue with Koshchei! I flew here alone, but maybe a whole army of bats and monkeys will come running! Think about it, you need new victims!

Carleson asked with a grin:

- Why does he need a little boy? If it were a beautiful girl, I could understand! But what's the point here?

The bird of prey arched its beak and replied:

- I don't know for sure myself. But Koschei the Deathless is not a cannibal, and he definitely won't eat the boy!

Svante remarked sadly:

- Sometimes you feel proud because someone needs you!

Carleson noted:

- It's not for nothing that Koschei needs you. And maybe he's got something bad planned. And he thinks I'll give up my old friend?

The owl replied:

- If you say no, then in five minutes the sky will turn black from bats and monkeys!

The red-haired witch growled angrily:

- I don't like it when children are offended! Stop terrorizing the boys. Koschei is a cruel animal!

The boy count nodded:

- If necessary, we will fight! And if the battle is going to be tough, we will die heroes for Stockholm!

The little countess squealed and stamped her bare foot. And she is small, but graceful, and without shoes she looks very touching.

Svante noted:

- I'll understand if you turn me in. But if we have to fight, we'll fight!

The owl giggled and growled:

- You could lose your head! Do you understand that, fatso?

Carleson chuckled and sang:

No need to lose your head,

There is no need to rush...

No need to lose your head,

What if it comes in handy!

Write this down in your notebook,

On every page!

The peasant boy muttered:

- Parliament must be dispersed!

There was a pause. The boy-count remarked with a smile:

- We will do it well, namely, we will give back!

The wolf in jeans noted with a smile:

- I think we can respond. In particular, thirty-three heroes can meet the enemy with deadly swings of swords. And this means that there will be warriors on flying cannonballs!

The Fire Witch exclaimed:

- Let the fight be very cool! We are ready to signal the battle! And we will show once and for all the victory over Koshchei, whom we will make mortal!

The owl took and sang:

You will get a big beating,

We'll just give you a riot...

This is what conceit means,

Scream, cry, curse, moan!

After which the winged shrew waved her blades and flew upward.

The fiery girl Yaga took and hit the owl with a pulse from her magic wand. And how the blow went. Even feathers flew from the bird of prey, and they burned and smoked.

The owl gnawed and tried to answer with a cry:

- You are such a vile creature!

The girl Yaga answered:

- I hear it from a vile woman!

Carleson noted:

- Well, that's too much! Well, let Koschei call his air force!

The wolf in jeans shook his paw, and a watch sparkled on it, and on it some colorful reflections sparkled.

And the fairy warrior declared:

- Everything will be combat-ready and cool with us! The heroes will just fly in!

The owl again threw needles from its beak and feathers, aiming at both the girl Yaga and Carleson.

The latter responded without further ado with a blaster. And it worked well and immediately.

And indeed, the little owl took it and turned into a big one, strewn with roses, candied fruits, condensed milk and cream, which looked extremely cool and full of imagination.

The peasant boy noted:

- Cake again! It won't take long to get fat!

The peasant girl squeaked:

- And we'll invite the children too! And there will be a beautiful army of youngsters!

Svante nodded:

- Let's call the children and really fight the enemy!

The wolf in jeans confidently declared:

- I've already sent a signal to the team of heroes. They'll get down to business and crush these monkeys and mice with wings, like a cultivator crushes grass. And we can also call the dragon Gorynych. He's kind now, and I think he'll stand up for a just cause!

Carleson sang jokingly:

Serpent Gorynych, Serpent Gorynych,

Serpent Gorynych, you hooligan!

He burst into a place of boredom,

And he made a mess!

Svante noticed, wrinkling his childish forehead:

- To be honest, it"s embarrassing that such bloodshed is brewing because of me!

The boy-count sang in response with a cheerful look:

If he himself gave you swords,

Then I can stop...

Metal flying into the chest,

Bloodshed, bloodshed!

The girl countess nodded:

- We fight not only for you, but also for ourselves, Svante. For if you give in to evil, it will grow!

The wolf in jeans nodded, his jaw with teeth shining like glass clicking:

- It will be like a butterfly effect! And we have already been through something like this!

The peasant boy sang jokingly:

Tili, tili, trally wali,

We didn't go through this, we weren't assigned this!

The peasant girl nodded and sang:

Zigizdov's work is always held in high esteem by us,

We're only used to collecting stones...

But we guys know that we are on the rise now,

Capable of sowing and ploughing on horseback!

Svante replied with a smile:

- Yes, this is the honorable work of a farmer! As well as of the one who protects the land!

Carleson remarked seriously:

- As far as I know Koshchei, his army should appear any minute now. But besides bats and monkeys, I suppose there will definitely be a vampire.

The wolf in jeans noticed:

- Why doesn't this scare us? After visiting the kingdom of Hades, there's nothing more to be afraid of! By the way, isn't Koschei the brother of the one I know?

Carleson shook his head:

- No! This is a different Koschei! But much more vile!

The boy count asked with a smile:

- More vile than Peter the Great?

Carleson chuckled and replied:

- Perhaps more vile! Although everything is relative!

The girl countess laughed and answered:

- Peter the First, he was the first to fart, he set an example for the regiment!

And a chuckle was heard from several children's throats. Then the other boys and girls burst into laughter. One of the boys, the largest of them, about fourteen years old and with very well-developed muscles, exclaimed:

- Come on guys, arm yourself! We will also fight Koshchei and his army!

Carleson chuckled and sang:

The barefoot children's army,

Boys and girls are rushing forward...

You will have a strict lesson,

We set off on a bold hike!

The bare heels of children flashed as they ran and began to gather weapons. More precisely, they had knives, and straightened scythes, and pitchforks, and hoes. The boys and girls had prepared all of this for battle. And they ran and bustled about.

Svante wanted to compose a little, but nothing came to mind.

The wolf in jeans noted with a grin:

- The heroes will arrive soon. And here comes someone else!

Indeed, a girl in a smart dress and a small crown on her head was racing on the carpet plane, and next to her was a black cat holding a magic wand in its hands.

Carleson exclaimed:

- Wow! New company! Here I see the princess Elizabeth the Wise herself has arrived with a magic cat.

The girl also had a magic wand in her hands, the tip of which glowed like a star.

Svante exclaimed:

- Awesome!

The wolf in jeans sang:

My princess, you are a flower,

Shining in the garden of the Lord...

Your look is like a fresh breeze,

Will dispel the flames of hell!

Helen the Wise interrupted her fanged friend:

- Let's not get too poetic! I know there's going to be a tough fight here!

Carleson said with a sweet smile:

- Not a fight! More like an epic battle!

The girl countess sang:

Sweden is a beautiful country,

She shines like a torch on the planet...

Forever given by God to all children,

And there is no one more beautiful in the world!

Helen the Wise answered with a sweet smile:

- You sing great! You're a good girl, just super!

The boy-count noted with a sweet look:

- It's good when you eat and not howl! You must admit, that's absolutely wonderful!

Svante took and sang:

It's like I've been to heaven, believe me,

And it seems that it couldn't get any better...

I love Jesus and Lada,

Even though anger sometimes breaks my heart!

The wolf in jeans took and sang:

And what did the Lord mean?

He finds himself in a wonderful distance...

When the order was given to work,

So that we do not remain in darkness!

The children took and collected weapons. There were very good bows, where the boys took them and armed themselves. And straightened scythes, and many other things.

But some children had slingshots, which is also a good weapon.

The peasant girl sang:

Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Santa,

People, please don't offend me...

Poor musician!

The children were happy and contented. This was truly a battle for holy Sweden.

And here barefoot girls and boys slap their bare feet. Everything looks very beautiful.

Elena the Wise took it and swept it away with great feeling and enthusiasm:

The Russian girls were born by the gods,

They are giants in their figure...

Now the servants of Satan have fled,

After all, the daughters of all forces are invincible!


Elena, you are the daughter of God Svarog,

That he is a strong master of weapons...

He will undoubtedly show his might in battle,

So that there is no hello girls, hello!


Zoya simply means life,

Daughter of the light of the most holy Belobog...

You, boy, stick with her in battle,

If a girl is a coward, she will be judged severely!


Victoria, born of evil,

Her father is God, black and great...

In battle she is simply Satan,

The pressure in the battle will be simply wild!


Hope and her Father Perun,

Here the brightest lightning flashes...

And a furious hurricane blew,

And the lilac blossomed in beautiful May!


Such are the daughters of the Russian Gods,

They hover above them like cherubs...

No need to waste unnecessary words,

They are invincible in battle!


Girls rush barefoot through the snow,

For them, this is simply normal...

They don't make mistakes in battle,

They do an excellent job!


They fought with different hordes,

With massive and numerous infantry...

And against them, Mars himself is a tough fighter,

Having defeats and ups!


Here we are capable of making a strong move,

To chop off a lot of heads at once with one swing...

If it happens, then the opposite will happen,

We'll rob the cash register if we need to!


Keeping silent is not convenient for girls, you know.

Their tongues are sharp - like steel daggers...

And the girls go into battle barefoot,

To get, we are capable, we know a lot of glory!


Elena set fire to the orcs' tank,

And he burned hotly like a torch...

That's just the way things are,

And her pressure hasn't gone away!


And Zoya is simply a flower,

And believe me, the voice is sweeter than honey...

Here a sprout is breaking through the snow,

And freedom matures in joy!


She took the Orkish plane,

Making it really blossom...

And sends evil enemies flying,

May the fierce Herod-Cain be punished!


Victoria fights like hell,

And set fire to the orcs' self-propelled gun...

Pobeda opened an endless account,

And with her bare heel she tore apart the swarm!


After all, the red-haired beauty is not simple,

She is a fighter against the dark power of God...

Always runs barefoot in battle,

And it"s obvious that she"s untouchable with a man!


Hope crushed the stormtrooper,

She is a top-class fighter of Perun...

She won't let her enemies forget for a moment,

That she was born in battle as a brave ace!


Now if this girl is in battle,

Will show his brave skill...

She screams: I'll beat the enemies now,

And it simply evokes amazement!


Four brave knight girls,

Believe me, it can show something like this...

A powerful machine gun has become your friend,

Capable of destroying evil orcs!


Let our faith live in our hearts,

In the Gods who forever protect Rus'...

Let's plunge the trident into the bastard's fat side,

To see the elvenism of the distance!


When the enemy attacks us,

Girls, let's unite even more strongly...

We will show the greatest class in battle,

No wonder even the Fuhrer shot himself!


And what is this furry orc?

It stinks very badly and stinks...

I wish the Fuhrer with the bald head would die,

And that Abel would rule, not Cain!


The Fatherland has been for us since ancient times,

That even King Pea was not born...

Under the rustle of bright, colorful banners,

Svarog, the God of swords, appeared to the Slavs!


And he began to teach people how to fight,

How to fence and fight very bravely...

Write this down in your notebook,

That you will fight the enemy to the end!


Svarog He is the gunsmith and the Creator,

It"s not for nothing that people say "cook up a fuss"...

And father to the knights of the Fatherland,

When will grace reign!


And White is the brightest God in the world,

Brings goodness to all people on the planet...

Bends malice like a bronze horn,

And adults and children have fun!


He taught us to sow and plow,

And to reap countless harvests...

No, people won't have to go hungry,

When sickles of strong steel ring!


He made old men and women look younger,

So that people all over the Earth would be beautiful...

You know, you have gained quite a bit of strength,

So let's be fair, of course!


Yes, of course there is a Black, Terrible God,

Which does not allow us to relax...

He drives a man into a coffin,

And makes you fight bravely in battle!


Of course, sometimes you get tired of evil,

And they pray for mercy: the Slavs of Rod...

So the robber sharpened a sharp knife,

And he encroached on people's freedom!


But of course we need Chernobog,

So that people don"t doze off in idleness...

To be ready to fight back against enemies,

So that they storm and give science!


Therefore, suffering will harden,

They will make us stronger and more durable...

And I know there will be a great result,

We will be a horn, passing even more powerfully!


Perun gives fires and rains,

And lightning flashes cascade...

Let there be only joy ahead,

The girls' bare heels are flashing!


Yes, God is sometimes harsh,

Sometimes there is a drought, sometimes the soil shakes...

Sometimes the whole ditch will be flooded with water,

And then the sun dries you out with its heat!


Well, what is this necessary God,

The Slavs now send their respects to him...

And of course we will fulfill our duty to you,

So that they are not as stupid as parrots!


Girls can overcome everything,

They are relatives of the Gods, not slaves...

Here lies a bear, bleeding to death,

They trampled him with bare heels!


They are beautiful, always young,

Although they have been living for many centuries...

They are attacked by the servants of Satan,

Know that the girls will answer your calls!


Here they leave a bare footprint,

Their beauty drives boys crazy...

Let their feat in battle be praised,

And Lada, believe me, will give birth to a new world!


Girls are fame and success,

Of the cosmic, magical era...

We will defeat all the evil orcs,

Because the holy Gods are for the Slavs!


May there be peace and joy for the people,

The girls crush their enemies with their bare heels...

Let the evil enemy be destroyed,

We don't play hide and seek with the fate of the world!


When victory over all evil comes,

The time will come when we will all become happier...

Let's celebrate the new year with honor,

In the name of Mother Saint Elfia!

. CHAPTER #13.

Elena the Wise took a magic wand out of her pocket and said with delight:

- The song charged me with energy! And magical energy! And now, children, you will receive gifts!

And she shook her magnificent wand of magic. And from above came candies, cakes, ice cream, chocolates, and doughnuts.

The children roared with joy and began to catch the numerous treats.

And barefoot, pink, round heels flashed. What magnificent children there are.

Svante exclaimed with a sweet smile:

- Glory to the young warriors! We are the children of the future sun!

The boy count confirmed:

- Yes, we value the present, but we look to the future! And the future will belong to children with a pure heart and a holy soul!

The peasant boy remarked:

- When I hear the words of the saint, I feel like a slippery hand is reaching into my pocket!

The peasant girl laughed and replied:

- When a politician crosses himself vigorously, it means his hand is looking for your wallet!

The girl-countess confirmed, stamping her bare, chiseled foot:

- Indeed it is!

Carleson sang in a sweet voice:

Purse, purse, on a string,

Hanging on the edge of the shining abyss...

And fate is lurking around the corner,

And the rope holding it is invisible!

The wolf in jeans logically noted:

- We make our own destiny! And it does not forgive weakness and cowardice!

Elena the Wise noted:

- But courage should not turn into recklessness. And as they say - you need to understand where cowardice is and where caution is!

Carleson nodded and added:

- Napoleon sometimes lacked self-control. And not only that... Napoleon lost in Russia, first of all, strategically!

The boy-count remarked sullenly:

- I don't know who Napoleon is! And to be honest, I don't know...

The little countess interrupted:

- That's what I want! Let him tell about Napoleon!

Svante sang:

We all look to Napoleons,

There are millions of two-legged creatures!

The peasant boy exclaimed:

- Who doesn't know Napoleon? He was a great commander! Even in madhouses, everyone talks about Napoleon!

The peasant girl giggled and noted:

- Yes, Napoleon is charisma one hundred percent!

Carleson nodded and remarked:

- Napoleon is, of course, perfection itself! Although Genghis Khan was cooler! And unlike Napoleon, Genghis Khan did not suffer defeats!

Svante added:

- And Genghis Khan lived for seventy-two years, which was quite a long time in the Middle Ages, but Napoleon did not live to be fifty-two. And Charles XII died at thirty-five, Peter the Great died at fifty-two. Alexander the Great died at thirty-two... So the higher powers gave Genghis Khan a very long life!

Carleson noted:

- You know a lot for your age!

The kid answered honestly:

- I read the encyclopedia of great people! Mozart died at thirty-five - a great genius. Perhaps Salieri poisoned him, and perhaps not. Self-incrimination is likely here! Or an attempt to enter history, even like Herostatus! After all, Salieri's name would have been forgotten if it weren't for the self-incrimination that he poisoned Mozart!

The girl countess squeaked:

- I wonder who they are? We don't know Mozart and Salieri from the past!

Carleson laughed and replied:

- Mozart - you could say he was a child prodigy! He started composing songs at the age of four and playing musical instruments at the age of three. But that doesn't mean anything. There are many child prodigies, but few real geniuses! But Mozart was able to become not just a child prodigy, he really did great things!

Meanwhile, the children armed themselves somehow. The battle with Koshchei was not a joke, and even a small thing can sometimes be of great importance.

Carleson remembered how in one of the parallel worlds, just one little scratch on her passport changed the entire course of world history. That's how it happens.

In general, strange as it may seem, but in most parallel universes the course of the Second World War and the Great Patriotic War was even worse for Russia than in reality. Perhaps because the fascist regime that took control of Europe had much greater potential than it was able to realize. The combination of brutal totalitarianism and market elements of the economy is more effective than the liberal capitalism of the West and the overly centralized, egalitarian, bureaucratic Stalinist model. Fortunately, for a number of reasons, both objective and subjective. Including the great luck of the forces opposing Nazism: the fascists were unable to use their numerous trump cards.

How many German spies were exposed simply because the Germans used stainless steel paper clips in their documents, while the Russians used simple iron? And how did such a small thing have a decisive impact on the course of the war?

In any case, there was a parallel universe where already in October 1941, one very meticulous intelligence officer accidentally discovered this fact. The genuine Soviet documents and the fake German ones got wet and... On the Soviet documents, the paper clip rusted and it was noticeable, but on the German ones, it was not.

This is a small thing, but its influence on the course of the Great Patriotic War turned out to be quite significant.

Having avoided failures and working under control, German agents discovered significant evidence of Soviet troops preparing an offensive at Stalingrad. So convincing that the stubborn Adolf Hitler agreed with it and gave the order to regroup the Nazi troops stationed on the Volga. And that mattered.

If during the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation, the Red Army, having more than twice the forces of the Wehrmacht, was unable to break through the German defense, then at Stalingrad the balance of forces was more favorable for the Nazis.

And the weather on November 19, 1942 was not conducive to offensive actions. Aviation, especially attack aircraft, was unable to take off, and the artillery preparation had only an extremely limited impact on the enemy's developed defense. The Soviet troops, having gone on the offensive, got bogged down. Even the introduction of tank corps into action could not break through the gap in Hitler's defense.

Fierce battles also broke out in the Rzhev-Sychovsky direction. They continued until the New Year. Only then, having suffered serious losses, did the Soviet troops in both directions stop their offensive. Hitler held on to the Volga, but the Germans began to be beaten in Africa. Churchill called Montgomery's offensive in Egypt: the end of the beginning. And he also declared that now the allies would only win.

Indeed, despite the continued transfer of large forces to Africa, Rommel was unlucky and his army suffered defeat after defeat. In order to ensure the conduct of the war on two fronts, the Third Reich had to declare total mobilization in February 1943.

Moreover, the main objectives of Operation Blau were not achieved. However, in the winter of 1942-1943, the Wehrmacht, unlike real history, managed to avoid a serious defeat in the east. At the end of January, Soviet troops resumed the offensive in the center: the third Rzhev-Sychovsk operation and at Stalingrad. But it was not possible to break through the enemy sitting in a strong defense. The battles resembled, now, the First World War. Protracted, positional. When the one who attacked lost more than the one who defended.

Operation Iskra to lift the Leningrad blockade was postponed. Stalin wanted to cut off the Rzhev salient as quickly as possible and defeat the enemy at Stalingrad. The Germans, remembering the lessons of the previous winter, actively defended themselves. And they managed to repel the onslaught of the Soviet troops. As it turned out, when the Fritzes are ready, their defense is not easy to break through. And the quality of the German armed forces is still at its best.

The Soviet offensive lasted until the end of February, but was not successful.

In early March, the Soviet command attempted an offensive in the Voronezh direction. After initial successes, the Red Army came under Mainstein's counterattack. Large Soviet forces were surrounded and forced to fight their way back. The losses, especially in equipment, were high, and the Germans and their allies were able to strengthen their positions in this direction and completely captured Voronezh and its suburbs.

During Mainstein's counterattack, Panthers and Tigers took part in combat for the first time. The new tanks partially lived up to expectations. When used correctly, they outperformed Soviet vehicles in head-on combat.

The spring thaw set in and calm reigned on the eastern front. Fierce battles thundered in Tunisia.

The Fuhrer tried to hold a foothold in Africa at any cost. To do this, the fascists even decided on an unprecedented step. They gave Franco an ultimatum: either he lets German troops through to Gibraltar, or he is overthrown, as was the Vichy government. The Generalissimo got scared and agreed. At the same time, he addressed the governments of Britain and the USA with a tearful plea: do not declare war on Spain, because it did not happen by his will!

On April 15, 1943, the Germans began to storm Gibraltar, throwing in the latest Tigers and Panthers. The fortress fell under the blows of hundreds of tanks in two days. The assault was commanded by Paulus, who had been recalled from the Eastern Front. Ironically, the Germans were able to capture the last blocks, houses of Stalingrad and Stalingrad factories only by April 1, 1943. Thus, Paulus partially rehabilitated himself and received the rank of Field Marshal and swords to go with the oak leaves of the Knight's Cross.

The capture of Gibraltar blocked the British and Americans from entering the Mediterranean from the west. And the fascists themselves were able to invade Morocco by the shortest distance, diverting some of the Allied forces from Tunisia.

The pressure on the Tunisian bridgehead weakened, and Rommel was transferred again. Hitler decided to freeze military operations in the East for now and try to take control of the Mediterranean.

The Soviet command also began to adhere to a wait-and-see tactic. That's what Stalin did in real history, and that's what he decided to do now. Let the capitalists bleed themselves, the fools. Let them beat each other, and we'll gather our strength and strike when they're completely exhausted.

The Germans were still holding northern Tunisia, while the troops under the command of the new Field Marshal Paulus were advancing on Casablanca. The Americans encountered Tigers and Panthers. It turned out that their Sherman was weak against such tanks, as well as the modernized T-4.

And Churchill, after three months of hesitation, declared war on Spain. However, by this time the Germans had already captured the whole of Morocco and invaded Algeria. Therefore, this did not come as a shock to Franco. On July 25, German troops captured the capital of Algeria and inflicted a crushing defeat on the British. The success was facilitated by a counterattack from Rommel and the sudden defeat and landing of Kisslingring in Malta.

The Eastern Front was stable and calm. Stalin, whose troops had suffered heavy losses in previous battles, was replenishing the Red Army. The Germans were also forming new divisions and transferring them through the Strait of Gibraltar to the Mediterranean.

The activity of German submarines led to the tonnage of the American and English fleets being reduced. And this also did not contribute to success in the battles for the largest southern sea in Europe.

The threatening situation in the Mediterranean led Churchill to decide to land in France on August 6. But the operation took place in unfavorable weather conditions and was poorly prepared.

On August 10, Rommel and Paulus joined forces, creating a huge cauldron in the east of Algeria. And on August 19, it was Meinstein, the wily master of traps, who cut off the Allied forces from the coast.

The success of the Fritzes was facilitated by the indecisiveness of the Americans, who considered the landing in France in 1943 premature, an acute shortage of landing craft. A lull on the Eastern Front. In addition, the production of aircraft in Germany in 1943 more than doubled, exceeding thirty-two thousand aircraft per year - fortunately, the Germans had more manpower and controlled territory than reality. And the new Focke-Wulf machines with strong armor and weapons, as well as 30-millimeter cannons, inflicted too much damage on the Allied aviation.

The disasters in Algeria and France made August 1943 truly black for the Allies.

Stalin was even pleased with such successes. But Churchill's patience snapped. In the East, even air battles had practically ceased, and the partisans' activity had decreased. The Germans were forming more and more new corps from former Soviet citizens and even creating a semblance of some kind of puppet local governments. So that separate brigades of local nationalists from the East were already fighting in Africa.

The Bulgarian Tsar Boris also sent three of his best divisions to Tunisia, apparently hoping to get some colonies for himself on the black continent.

In September, Rommel launched a major offensive in Egypt. He managed to take Tripoli, using the quantitative and qualitative superiority of his forces, just a week after the signal to attack.

The British and Americans suffered defeat after defeat in Libya. In these conditions, Churchill announced a suspension of any aid supplies to the Bolshevik USSR and demanded an immediate intensification of military operations. Stalin pretended to ignore the ultimatums. Although, of course, preparations for offensive actions were underway. But Koba was cunning and even tried to test the waters for a separate peace. However, by the end of September, the Germans had captured Libya entirely, including Tolbuk, and even broke through to Egypt to Alexandria.

Paulus managed to bypass the most important English fortified point and reach the Nile further south. In fact, this meant a catastrophe for Britain in Egypt. Then the Germans could reach the Suez Canal and go to Iraq, and from there it was not far to Baku.

Delay was becoming dangerous, and Stalin gave the order to resume the offensive on Rzhev, as well as to recapture Stalingrad, and at the same time to crush the enemy in the North Caucasus.

That is, in October, military actions resumed in three directions at once. And in November, also in Leningradsky.

However, it was not easy to break through the enemy, who was well dug in and had powerful heavy tanks "Panther" and "Tiger". The Soviet troops encountered deep positional defense. And in defense, the new German tanks and self-propelled guns worked well.

So there were no significant advances in October and November. Except that the German advance was halted at the Suez Canal. And that was only temporary... However, Paulus and Rommel turned their troops to Sudan. And began to seize Africa.

The Wehrmacht is not yet ready to attack in winter.

In addition, the Fritzes had high hopes for the Panther-2 as a more advanced machine, and for the Tiger-2 and Lion.

The winter passed with the Red Army trying to break through the Fritzes' defense. But they were unable to achieve any major successes anywhere. Even if a breakthrough occurred, the enemy restored the situation with a counterattack.

And the situation was getting worse. In Britain, against the backdrop of military defeats, a political crisis arose. Churchill's cabinet was voted no confidence. And how could it be otherwise, if the smarter Paulus had driven England out of Sudan and Ethiopia.

The new government offered Germany a separate peace. Considering the greater losses of the USA from the German submarine fleet, Roosevelt did not object. Moreover, his position in America was shaken. And the Japanese managed to win a couple of small victories, slowing down the American advance. So, the point of view - our hut on the edge triumphed.

Hitler, however, first put forward excessive conditions. Then the compromise was that the French lands and Egypt, as well as what had previously belonged to Italy, were returned. Sudan also became the property of the Third Reich, but the Suez Canal was exploited jointly.

Thus, having untied his hands in the West, the Fuhrer threw all his forces to the East. The fascists began their offensive in Moscow in May. There was already enough oil thanks to the French and English colonies, and Libya, and Hitler wanted to win as quickly as possible.

Plus, Türkiye has opened a second front.

However, the Red Army demonstrated incredible fortitude and heroism in the battles for the Soviet capital. On average, the pace of German advancement did not exceed one kilometer per day. By the end of August, the Nazis were able to advance a maximum of one hundred kilometers with a breakthrough width of just over three hundred.

They approached Moscow, but ran into the Mozhaisk line of defense. These were modest results. In addition, the Soviet troops constantly counterattacked the enemy. New Soviet tanks T-34-85 and IS-2 took part in the battles. It cannot be said that the Germans completely lost their advantages, but the Red Army did not stand still, as did science!

New Soviet fighters Yak-3 and La-7 appeared, capable of competing with German propeller-driven aircraft. True, the enemy had very strong jet trump cards in return. ME-262 and HE-162 had no analogues in the world. Hitler also decided to ban the production and development of tanks lighter than fifty tons. As a result, the T-4 and Panther were written off. The Panther-2 turned out to weigh 50.2 tons and had a powerful gun with an engine of 900 horsepower. The King Tiger and Lion grew into monsters of almost 70 tons. Soviet machines did not exceed 47 tons in weight according to a party decree.

Having failed to take Moscow, the fascists turned their attention to Leningrad. They were really fed up with that city. In September, massive artillery shelling began. Both 1000-mm caliber guns and winged robotic projectiles took part in it.

Hitler ordered to take Leningrad at any cost.

The city managed to repel three assaults in September-October. However, the Germans were able to advance from ten to twenty kilometers, and also captured the Peterhof bridgehead. In some places, their units entered the city, worsening the operational situation of the group. In November 1944, after the victory of the fascists in the parliamentary elections, Sweden also entered the war against the USSR.

It actively advertised the slogan: revenge for defeats from Peter the Great and Alexander. New Swedish divisions arrived at the front and together with the Finns began an offensive on the city from the north. And the Nazis renewed their attacks using, among other things, the "Sturmtiger" and the even more powerful "Sturmaus", as well as the E-100 tank, the world's first serial monster weighing more than a hundred tons.

Despite the mass heroism and fortitude of Soviet soldiers and militias, as well as the desperate diversionary counteroffensive on Novgorod, the city could not be saved. Nevertheless, the last quarter fell only on January 27, 1945, showing an example of boundless fortitude. And the city itself held out for a whole: 1270 days! Probably a record-breaking city blockade in modern warfare.

Although the Germans and their allies suffered huge losses, the goal was still partially achieved. The second largest and most important Soviet city fell, and the hands of the most powerful enemy group were untied.

In winter, the battles were fierce. The Germans used serial, jet aviation to the fullest. The USSR did not have a parity force against them. This prevented them from achieving an advantage in the air. On the contrary, the enemy dominated there. Just as the German tanks retained their advantages for now. And even increased them with the appearance of the "E" series.

Compared to the Tigers and Panthers, the E series tanks had a more compact layout, a low silhouette, and, as a result, much thicker sloped armor.

The answer of Soviet science was only the IS-3, with stronger protection of the turret front. The T-54 was still only being developed, and the T-44 was no more successful.

Hitler, however, changed his plans in May 1945. And limiting himself to isolated attacks, he carried out the main offensive in the Caucasus. It was more convenient to fight there. So after the capture of Stalingrad, the supply of the Soviet group turned out to be difficult. In addition, in February, Soviet troops inflicted a strong defeat on the Ottomans in Transcaucasia, forcing the Turks to flee from Yerevan and liberating the Kars region.

The Germans broke through the defense and, moving along the Volga, reached the Caspian Sea. Grozny fell on June 15, after stubborn battles, Sukhumi on June 23, Zugdidi on the 29th of the same month. Tbilisi was taken at the end of July together with Kutaisi. In August, the fascist vultures finally captured Dagestan, as well as Poti, and reached Armenia from the north. In September, they joined the Turks, and the storming of Baku began. The key city held out until November 6, 1945. Separate battles in the mountains, especially in Yerevan, lasted until the end of December.

Fierce battles were also taking place in the center. The Germans were able to come close to Tula and even take Kalinin, but were stopped further. Nevertheless, the front line approached, and there were already places no more than eighty kilometers from the capital.

The year 1946 began with a hot winter. The Soviet command, wanting to forestall the German offensive, desperately rushed at the enemy.

Alas, the enemy's advantage in the air only increased. Luftwaffe jet aircraft, unfortunately, were constantly improving. New modifications of the ME-262 appeared, including a super-fast one. Also a powerful jet fighter TA-183, a more advanced NE-262 with swept wings, and a real masterpiece of aircraft construction ME-1010 with controlled sweep wings.

The USSR's main fighter remained the Yak-9. Once a new, but now clearly morally obsolete machine.

But the Luftwaffe also has the Ju-287, and the Ju-387, TA-400, TA-500 jet bomber has appeared. And jet attack aircraft. And the HE-377 jet and the HE-477, also jet and multi-purpose.

And the E-70 series with tanks weighing as much as the King Tiger, but with much stronger protection.

But the pyramidal tank, shown in metal for the Fuhrer's birthday on April 20, 1946, became a real masterpiece. Hitler personally gave it the name "Imperial Lion".

The vehicle was shaped like an elongated flattened pyramid, with small rollers covering the entire bottom of the tank. Thus, it had no tray, which significantly increased cross-country ability. In addition, the tank had no roof, and its armor from all angles had a high angle of rational inclination. With a weight of 99 tons, the vehicle was armed with a 128-millimeter anti-aircraft gun with a barrel length of 100 EL, had an engine of 1800 horsepower, and frontal armor of 300 millimeters. Moreover, the plates were at large angles of rational inclination, in the first frontal half and 250 millimeters in the second inclined half. Thus, it turned out to be the most powerful tank in the world, impenetrable from all firing points and when attacking with bombs from above.

The Fuhrer immediately ordered that it be put into production as quickly as possible and at the same time that an assault modification with a howitzer and a mortar be created.

So the fascists stocked up and had to be defeated. But, unfortunately, they came across a very stubborn and technically strong enemy. And at the end of May, according to tradition, when the roads dry up, the offensive began.

The Fritzes tried to bypass Moscow and Tula. The battles were unprecedented in intensity and scope. But the Soviet troops were worthy of being called invincible. In three months of continuous battles, the Nazis were only able to encircle Tula and reach Kashin and approach Moscow from the north, partially cutting off communications. The battles were already taking place on the streets of the city itself.

Stalin left the capital and evacuated to Kuibyshev. But the Nazis began an offensive on Saratov in July. This city fell on August 8. Since Kuibyshev was now dangerously close to the front, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief moved his headquarters to Sverdlovsk. The fighting in Moscow continued in September. Kashira fell on the 18th. In early October, the capital of the USSR was almost surrounded, and on the 29th, after fierce fighting, Kuibyshev fell. In addition, the Germans captured Guryev and Uralsk.

November was marked by terrible battles. On November 7, the Fritzes broke through to the Kremlin, but were thrown back by a desperate counterattack. And during this battle, the acting commandant of Moscow, Marshal Rokossovsky, died!

And the famous Soviet pilot Kozhedub shot down the hundredth German plane, becoming the first Soviet person to be awarded the title of Hero of the USSR four times. And also on November 7, 1946.

On December 4, the blockade ring around Moscow was finally closed. But the capital and the remnants of its heroic garrison fought until Orthodox Christmas on January 7, 1947.

The storming of the capital was led by Meinstein. For this he was awarded the second Order of the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross after Hermann Goering.

But the war is not over yet. Stalin promised from Sverdlovsk to continue the fight. The Germans were also pretty exhausted. In the south, their troops approached Penza and Ulyanovsk and stopped. In March, the Soviets launched counterattacks. But in April, they were still forced to leave Ryazan. And in May, the Nazis surrounded the city of Gorky, and broke through to Kazan in the south. In June, the Fritzes captured Orenburg and approached Ufa. The resistance of the Red Army weakened, morale fell, and mass desertions began. They had always been there, but after the fall of the capital, they intensified many times over. No one had any desire to die for Stalin. But people fought against fascism for their homeland.

The authority of the Soviet government also fell. In July, the Germans broke into Sverdlovsk. Stalin and his retinue went to Novosibirsk. The Urals were in full swing until August... The Germans were hampered by the length of their communications and the active actions of the partisans. But further war had already lost its meaning.

Stalin, however, still had some hope. The Germans broke into Tobolsk in September. But they were held up by heavy autumn rains. The approach of winter halted the advance in Siberia, but the fascists managed to seize all of Central Asia. They did not risk going to Novosibirsk in the winter. But Stalin was also unwell and moved to warmer Vladivostok.

The year 1948 arrived. The fascists already had flying discs in their arsenal. In addition, more compact tanks with turbojet engines appeared. In fact, after it got warmer, all they had to do was move on a victorious march and occupy cities.

But Beria baited the already seriously ill Stalin and offered the Third Reich capitulation, on the condition that Soviet power in Siberia be preserved.

Hitler, who was himself damn tired of the war, almost agreed, but first he captured Novosibirsk in May 1948. And the capitulation was signed on June 22, 1948, on a symbolic date - exactly seven years from the moment of the attack on the USSR. That's how the Second World War ended. The USA had already defeated Japan in 1945 and tested an atomic bomb. So the Fuhrer had no business going overseas.

Beria, however, did not rule for long. The most famous Soviet ace, Marshal of Aviation, seven-time Hero of the USSR Kozhedub was able to carry out a military coup and overthrow the unpopular chairman of the State Defense Committee. Beria and a number of his accomplices were shot. In the Third Reich itself, in March 1953, patriots finished off Hitler. And Goering died of drug abuse a little earlier, and Himmler was shot because of suspicions of conspiracy.

A brutal struggle between the SS led by Schellenberg and the armed forces led by Generalissimo Meinstein unfolded. It all resulted in a civil war. As a result, the Third Reich collapsed. And the curtailed USSR began to gradually restore its influence. History again went in a spiral. The fantastic rise of Germany, swollen steeper than the empire of Genghis Khan, then the death of the main leader - chaos and extinction.

And the gradual gathering of principalities, only the city of Baikalsk became the capital. The USSR, divided into many provinces with puppet provinces installed by the Germans, was united again. The biggest victory was the annexation of Moscow, which threw off the Nazi yoke. True, Ukraine, Belarus and the Baltics, as well as Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan retained their sovereignty. After the collapse of the Third Reich, the United States became the world hegemon. In China, too, a pro-American government was established.

But gradually the Celestial Empire became more and more independent. In the USSR, after the de facto dictatorship of Kozhedub, a presidential constitution was established, but with a limitation of two terms in power. Elections were held on an alternative basis, and the post of president was called differently: people's chairman.

The country had a mixed and rapidly developing economy.

But here's how history changed from one paper clip. They lost the Second World War, although they fought valiantly. And the result was disastrous. Moreover, Germany was only able to achieve greatness for a while.

And the US was gradually losing influence, the world was becoming multipolar, which meant there was more and more chaos in it. And on the contrary, there was less order. And approximately like in the present twenty-first century.

Well, why is humanity so drawn to fragmentation and chaos?

. CHAPTER #14.

While Carleson was reminiscing, the children, on the advice of Elena the Wise, finished building combat catapults and rockets in the form of birdhouses, as well as slingshots.

And they built something interesting. Some children also had homemade bows. And a sling is not the worst weapon either.

Svante chirped:

I remembered David,

And a stone into a sling...

Even if it looks like a child,

But I whistle loudly!

And the little boy took and stamped his childish, tanned foot.

Then a noise was heard in the sky. And from behind the clouds, clouds of bats jumped out. They rushed towards the children's army. Flashing, with bare, pink heels, boys and girls lit the fuses of homemade rockets. And they rushed towards the pack of flying rats. And the rockets took off and began to explode in the ranks of the aggressor.

Carleson bellowed:

- It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure, children, to live!

With a powerful chieftain there is no need to worry!

And Carleson raised his laser pistol and slammed it. And a stream of energy, like a smash, hit the crowd of large, fanged flying swords.

And the child warriors took it and hit them with slingshots. And they started shooting down these flying rats. And they did it very well. But the bats flew in such thick clouds that it was harder to miss than to hit.

Svante chirped:

Without missing the enemy,

Let's turn the mouse into stew!

Helen the Wise also hit the winged creatures with her magic wand.

And there were destructions, ruptures, bloody flesh flew in all directions. And this was the destructive, unique impact of death.

The boys and girls laughed and stuck out their tongues. And they fired bows and slingshots, and threw grenades with explosive grass. And they knocked out a lot of flying creatures. And the killed and defeated rat-flyers fell. But when they fell, they turned into candies, chocolates, cakes, donuts, marmalades, and other delicious delicacies.

And the children began to catch it all with their hands, and pick it up with their bare toes and throw it into their mouths. And smile, grin, laugh and make faces. These are real fighters and at the same time with young hearts and children's souls.

And I must say that children are wonderful creatures, very cheerful and always smiling and giggling. The children are in a high and good-natured mood. And the fact that thousands of scary creatures are circling above them does not frighten them at all.

What is there to be afraid of? After all, even a monster wouldn"t dare to bury a child.

Carleson sings, baring his teeth:

I will not surrender to the enemies, Satan's executioners,

I will show courage of spirit in the attack...

There will be a furious hyde not over trifles,

Rats will become like dogs!

The boys and girls laughed loudly.

And they continued to fire quite accurately at the enemy. While shooting from the hyperlaser, Carleson recalled one of the missions. There, too, some events occurred that could be called important and quite indicative, which says a lot.

Natasha and Avgustina fought on the approaches to Berlin. The resistance of the Fritzes weakened, from the southern flank appeared Soviet tanks of the first Ukrainian front, having overcome the fields of the threshold of the underworld. The sniper girls, as usual, gathered a generous harvest with their rifles, red-hot from the shooting ranges.

However, they soon had to change their weapons, the barrels of the rifles had warped due to frequent use, and the aiming dropped to almost zero. Natasha said with a sad look, handing over her weapon to the repairmen:

- My dear, you've served... You've given it your all! I believe, however, that the end of the war is just around the corner.

Barefoot Augustina responded sarcastically to her overly sentimental friend:

- There are no mountains on our way, the last Seelow Heights are already behind us. Further on there will only be mountains of corpses on the streets of Berlin.

On Hitler's birthday, April 20, the fascists launched what the Red Army soldiers had already hoped for, the final counterattack. First, the mighty V-2 rockets thundered in the deep rear. The girls could not see how many losses the Soviet troops suffered from these gifts and whether the approaching reserves suffered.

Natasha suggested without much enthusiasm:

- Let's burn a tank for every rocket the Nazis launch. Do you like that proposal?

Augustina giggled in response and showed her large teeth:

- Very much! But it would be better not to have one tank, but two or three!

Here, Hitler's tanks, including the famous E-100, really did start crawling towards the Soviet positions. The latter vehicle was an analogue of the earlier development of the "Maus", but unlike the not very successful Porsche version, the new young and talented designers used a different arrangement of the transmission and engine, similar to the Soviet T-44 tank. As a result, while maintaining the same armament of two 150-millimeter cannons, or 128-millimeters (tank destroyer version!), and a 75-millimeter short-barreled gun firing fragmentation shells at infantry. As well as the previous powerful armor of the head and hull, and the sides and stern of at least 220 millimeters, and the front of 250 millimeters (at a large angle of rational inclination), the weight of the vehicle decreased from 188 to about 100 tons, and the height was reduced by almost one and a half meters. The speed increased from 18 to 40 kilometers according to the chassis.

So the E-100, which appeared at the very end of the war, is undoubtedly the leader among all tanks in terms of armament and armor, but now this word is a poultice for a dead man.

There are only five of these powerful machines, two with 150-millimeter guns, and three with 128... They look a bit like mice, only much more flattened than the previous "Mauses". Looking at them makes you feel uneasy. Especially when the tank destroyers' guns start firing at the armored Soviet vehicles that have broken away from the infantry.

Here are the first heavy losses, torn off turrets, broken hulls. Soviet tank crews respond accurately...

Even if the armor is not immediately penetrated by dozens of shells, the hardened metal protection still cracks and begins to chip. There is a certain limit to reflection.

Soviet tank crews are experienced and almost never miss, however, even explosions and shells that missed the target damaged the tracks covered by screens.

It's a kind of picture of hundreds of flashes, fireworks, with which mischievous children throw at an evil policeman. And he waves the barrel of a gun as if with a baton.

It even becomes more fun, despite your comrades dying right before your eyes.

Natasha only managed to hit the periscope of two E-100 tanks. The rest of the work was done by the Soviet tank crews. They destroyed the huge "hedgehogs" leaving only broken tracks, or more precisely, broken links.

And again the youthful sound is heard - hurray!

But they still have to advance by fighting. Special SS units have entered the battle. In particular, they are unleashing numerous killer dogs into the attack. They squeal fiercely, bark so disgustingly and sepulchrously that Natasha was ready to swear that even Cerberus, the three-faced evil dog guarding the entrance to ancient hell, was not so disgusting.

But now they need to kill these sadistic dogs as quickly as possible. Here is one of the wolf-German shepherd hybrids biting into a Soviet soldier and immediately, its hellish fangs ripped the Russian soldier's stomach open. From there, the intestines fell out, which this dog twisted around its grinning mug.

German dogs are no less cunning than their owners. They don't even run in a straight line, but try to wag from side to side to throw off the sights of rifles and submachine guns. Natasha is not embarrassed by this even a little bit, but Avgustina is nervous. The Siberian girl misses, and swears rudely because of it. Angrily, she hits herself with her fist, on her tanned knee, covered in bumps from a long climb.

Natasha reassures her friend:

- Don't be nervous! In shooting, only composure prevents your fingers from cooling down and your enthusiasm from fading!

Augustina added:

- The commander's composure lights the torch of triumphal fire!

After which the Siberian woman tries to breathe more evenly and send bullet after bullet much more accurately. There are also hundreds of dogs, though, try to kill them. However, many of the fighters themselves beat them with bayonets, rush at them and yell:

- Hurray! Give us Warsaw, give us Berlin! Proletarian fighter, freedom to the world!

The girls' fingers were already sore from fatigue, they had pulled the triggers so many times, blood was even flowing from their nails. Natasha, shooting at random, growled:

- Bang-bang, the gray hare missed! He hit the pole!

Augustina giggled:

- A fly went to the market and bought a samovar! It turned out to be a "Tiger", I mixed up the "Mig"!

Finally, the dog attack petered out... The Soviet troops moved on.

At night the fighting was even more intense, the Ferdinands went into battle. They tried to break through the smoke curtain. Like a wolf pack in the fog. And they were met as machine guns walked through the infantry.

Natasha confirmed:

- Anti-infantry self-propelled gun, six machine guns, four aircraft cannons. Here is a machine from nudism-muddism.

Augustina giggled nervously:

- This is not the best joke.

The self-propelled gun "Porcupine" anti-personnel, looked like a porcupine that had been rolled over by a heavy asphalt roller.

Natasha also tracked the optical sights of this type of vehicles. The Soviet infantrymen were so tired and stunned that they continued to run, despite the monstrous density of fire. They threw grenades at the vehicles, and others even hit the barrels of aircraft cannons and machine guns with rifle butts.

Countless numbers of soldiers died, they received "presents" from the god Tartarus, but died with joyful smiles on their faces. After all, not only in the suburbs of Berlin, but the evil old woman with a scythe and icy breath, the soldiers perceive as a soft bed with a passionate girlfriend!

During the day, already in the suburbs, Soviet tanks are met by Faustniks. Many are teenagers who have grown emaciated during the siege, and even girls with short haircuts, armed with Faustpatrones. They fight with that frenzied fury that only those doomed to death or slavery can encounter. Maybe it was this despair that helped defend Moscow in its time!

Natasha, still shooting and shooting, whistled:

- Crush everyone and beat your enemies!

Augustine expressed herself:

- Friendship is fragile, enmity is strong, but friendship can only be strengthened by crushing enmity!

Natasha readily agreed:

- Alas, you are right as never before! But we will toughen up, it will happen! Fiery enthusiasm mixed with cold calculation tempers character!

Avgustina narrowed her eyes, there crawls an old T-4 tank, covered by screens, it fires aimed at the infantry. The Siberian woman picks up a captured Faustpatrone. She takes aim at the car, narrows her right eye, mutters:

- Tanks, my little tanks, there are very stupid boys sitting in them!

Natasha blurted out, not quite to the point:

- We will fight the enemy fiercely - the boundless darkness of locusts! The capital will stand forever, Moscow will shine like the sun to the world!

Barefoot Augustine corrects her golden-haired friend:

- Out of place, this song, completely out of place! We're already approaching Berlin, and you're still singing about Moscow! Maybe you want to quietly slip away from the front line?

Natasha grinned widely:

- Once we capture Hitler, we'll have to go to the capital for the parade! We'll have a good time there!

Augustina sang:

- It"s nice, brothers, it"s nice, it"s nice to live with our ataman, there"s no need to worry!

Natasha clarified, without irony:

- Not an ataman, but a leader!

Augustina teased even more saltily:

- No, not the leader, but the Fuhrer!

Natasha, deliberately singing out of tune, sang:

- Ah, Fuhrer, our Fuhrer, you are a goat Fuhrer,

Why did you go after Russia, you donkey!

You'll get it from us in the neck -

You'll run into a strong soldier's fist!

On April 22, the Soviet troops were in for their final unpleasant surprise. Although, maybe for futurologists, it was great.

The sniper brigade of girls was transferred far south of Berlin, large tank forces were breaking through from the south. It was not important with fuel for the Nazis, some tanks were pulled up to the breakthrough line on buffalos or even special power plants on firewood were used.

They attached platforms with tracks to the tanks and threw wood into the firebox.

These were the tanks that were pushing forward into the attack. Soviet artillerymen brought guns on trucks and turned them around, setting them up for direct fire. Under enemy fire, this was an extremely risky maneuver.

However, Soviet soldiers got used to fascist tanks even on firewood, but then IL-class attack aircraft appeared and started to fire from the air.

And then on the horizon line, dots flashed, like fireflies. They were approaching the Soviet planes very quickly. As if they were falling meteorites, they passed across the sky, and as they approached, there was a very strong smell of ozone...

Natasha's hair even stood on end:

- Ooh! This is some technique, I've never seen anything like it before!

Augustina also whistled:

- It's a thing! It's like two soup bowls placed wide-side up!

Natasha whispered with great excitement:

- But inside them is princeps-plasma! And this substance is the most aggressive of them all!

Augustina bowed her head, blazing like a dozen torches, to her friend and asked:

- What is princeps-plasma? A beautiful word, sounds like a princess?

Natasha muttered through her teeth:

- Now these princesses will arrange something for us!

Indeed, their discs flew out barely discernible waves, upon contact with which, the Il and Yak broke in the air, like flying pieces of cardboard, hit by a sharply sharpened blade of alloy steel! They did not even explode, but rather were cut up, and naturally the cut off parts fell down, crashed into the ground with a wild howl, and the fuel flared up there. The planes were cut up when the discs approached them, at a distance of about three hundred to four hundred meters. The other machines opened fire indiscriminately. There were several hundred Soviet machines, and only a dozen "flying saucers."

Augustine was amazed as the girl found herself in a scary fairy tale and exclaimed:

- They don"t even have inertia... They move contrary to the laws of mechanics!

Natasha blinked her eyes:

- And so quickly at that... I've never seen anything like that!

The speed of the flying objects was in fact three to four times faster than the speed of sound, and they paid no attention to the shots from machine guns and aircraft cannons. Even the heavy modification of the Lagga-7 with a 45-millimeter anti-tank gun was for these monsters of technology of an unprecedented principle of action, like millet from a broken child's rattle pouring onto the armor of the "Royal Tiger". But the Laggas themselves, overloaded with armor, burst as soon as the figures approached them, jumping like chess knights on the squares.

And then, for the first time in the entire war, the girls saw how the fearless Red Army aviation was turning to flight. And the frontline bombers Pe-2, Tu-3, were also perishing when the glittering, dead, eye-searingly brilliant disc-planes jumped towards them...

Augustina suddenly kicked her friend on her dirty back:

- Well, you're sprawled out!

- What are you kicking for? - Natasha barked back.

Augustina jumped up to her and twirled her finger with a broken nail at the golden-haired Alice's temple:

- Why are you blinking your eyes and not shooting down these what's-his-name?

The golden-haired warrior suggested:

- The exact name of such flying machines is disc-gliders!

Red-haired Augustine nodded vigorously:

- That's right! Shoot them down, super sniper!

Natasha fired, reloaded and fired again. After which she said in a bored tone:

- No, they are absolutely impenetrable. Princeps plasma creates a laminar flow around them, which destroys all material means of destruction. Even a thousand Andryusha rocket launchers will not be able to cause them a scratch.

Augustina snapped back fiercely:

- Princeps plasma again! What kind of substance is this?

Natasha said breathlessly:

- Oh, this is such a thing... From princeps-plasma, universes of all kinds are born, not only like ours, but much more outlandish ones with billions of dimensions and such forms that it is impossible for a person to even imagine them!

Augustina fired at the flying saucers with her own gun and, like a hungry panther who had had a piece of fatty meat torn out, snapped:

- And you might even come to the conclusion that Hitler is the creator of our universe and everything that exists. You need to sleep with the guys during the lull, and not read bourgeois science fiction!

Natasha snorted resentfully with her graceful, albeit dirty, nose:

- I didn't read about the plasma prince in science fiction, I saw it in a dream. Do you understand, fire maiden?

Augustina laughed:

- And I thought that's where you got your phenomenal, unique Robin Hood-like accuracy from? It turns out you've acquired a gift for shooting!

Natasha answered seriously:

- The Aleuts of Alaska seriously believe that their shamans are able to see something in a dream and materialize it in reality...

The redhead interrupted her partner:

- So far we only see in reality the nightmarish delirium of a drug addict!

Having indeed thrown back the Soviet aviation, the hellish flying discs began to attack the Red Army tanks, which had stopped in bewilderment.

Heavily armored vehicles were cut through more slowly, but exploded more often, detonating ammunition. The disc-planes themselves hovered above them and almost lay on their sides. It was somewhat reminiscent of the process at a sawmill, when a round cutter spins, with difficulty biting into oak boards. Only this time, instead of boards, brave and courageous Soviet guys died. And the shells detonated and exploded, scattering fragments in all directions.

Natasha fired a few more quick shots and received a rather large piece of metal flying far into her collarbone. The blow was so strong that it broke a large bone, throwing the girl onto her back. Natasha began to sob hysterically from a mixture of wild pain and wild resentment at her helplessness.

Augustina extracted the splinter from the torn wound with her teeth, not paying attention to the fact that it was hot and burned her lips badly. Then she kissed her friend on the cheek, whispering:

- It's a shame for such a great warrior like you to cry at the top of your lungs!

Natasha answered with a groan:

- So it's not for myself that I'm crying. Just look - don't you see how our best and finest guys are dying?

Augustina, creaking her pearly lips in impotent anger, replied:

- I see! Of course I see!

Natasha moaned in response, shedding tears:

- So let's cry together!

Augustina shook her flaming hair angrily, as if with a fan, it seemed that the gaze of the red-haired warrior could burn a hole even in Adolf Hitler's bunker. She chopped off the words:

- No! We will not meet our death with tears!

Natasha blinked her sapphire eyes stupidly:

- And how will we meet the evil old woman with a scythe?

Augustina puffed out her chest and said with pathos:

- Let's sing a song instead!

Natasha immediately, like a drowning man who saw a straw, agreed:

- Of course we'll sing! If we're going to die, let's die with music!

The girls sang in drawn-out, heart-rending, but full-sounding voices:

Is it really true that what was experienced has turned to dust?

But why do I live in suffering!

Morals are fragile foundations -

Sodom and Gomorrah in reality!


The dream was to swim in the sea,

Open an account with overseas countries!

The siren calls in a minor key -

The sand burns mercilessly!


The pillar of the Fatherland is splashed by the enemy,

How the spirits of hell are torn from the sky by smoke!

For the Fritzes, Rus' is like a cattle pasture,

Let the Katyusha explosion tear Adolf apart!

He wants to roll up space into tubes,

May people die in the abyss of slavery from boredom!

So that evil deeds become the norm,

To trample the green shoots of goodness!


The Fuhrer has already drawn up an estimate,

His mammon is bottomless and not completely full!

Here are the captive wives undressed,

And a heavy groan of pain is heard!


But we are full of virtues, believe me,

The Motherland will not meet the saddest sunset!

Our soldier will drive away the fascists,

After all, the Russian is rich in valor and courage!


But why are we retreating?

But why is it so hard?

You hear May's breathing close by,

The shine of the crown is the fleece!


A fighter is a combination of qualities -

It's not just a matter of singing a verse!

The beauties are full of reckless driving,

Their camp is glorified in poems!


The Lord is all-seeing and suffering -

Forgives people nonsense and whims!

He believes that good will come to all of you,

Don't get carried away by anger!

God will forgive people's sins,

After all, He created sin for this purpose -

So that there is a striving for the best,

So that a person can do good!


The sinless one does not have free will,

He has a choice - not to understand!

And if it"s a sin, then there"s freedom;

Let grace flow generously!


But know soldier, one service -

Serving your Motherland!

And according to God's strict command -

Devotion to Russia for centuries and days!


When you serve your Fatherland,

Then you will find peace, not paradise!

The souls will receive the body again,

Dirt and lies will not stick to them!

While the girls were singing, the invincible discs first turned pale and then completely melted in the air, like sugar in a glass of hot tea. This happened so unexpectedly for the warriors themselves that it seemed like a complete miracle. The girls froze on their knees and stood there in a trance for half an hour.

Small clouds appeared in the sky and a cool, spring rain began to fall timidly. The girls were still wet for another quarter of an hour, and then suddenly shook themselves and jumped to their feet. Avgustina, a steadfast Siberian, exclaimed:

- And we did it anyway! I can't explain what happened, how it happened, but we definitely did it!

Natasha, shaking water from her wet hair, made a suggestion:

- Or maybe it wasn't the Nazis at all, but some Martians, or even from a more distant planet? - The girl began to rub the bloody stain that remained on her khaki uniform with her palm. - Then, when they heard our song, they felt ashamed that they were helping the fascists kill good, decent people and they turned their legions back to their star empire?

Augustina giggled cheerfully:

- Well, you are such a dreamer, Natasha. You believe in fairy tales about good and evil aliens!

The golden-haired girl (at that time Natasha had exactly this kind of hair, then she bleached it!) was seriously offended:

- I'm not some kind of inventor. The existence of intelligent beings on other planets in our universe is a completely scientific hypothesis. Rather, on the contrary, it is a much more unscientific assumption that people are unique in the universe and there is no intelligent life on other worlds! In this case, it seems, consider it the height of absurdity!

Augustina did not consider it necessary to argue:

- You know better... Logic says that there may, of course, be other inhabited worlds in the universe. And civilizations much stronger and more developed than the human one. This is quite possible, and could even be considered a fait accompli, but I have some doubts about this. And I can explain why.

Natasha became very curious:

- So explain to me why, you don"t believe me!

Augustina gently nudged her friend in the side and said:

- Let's go north... There are no living people here, neither ours nor the Germans, as if these flying saucers destroyed their own, annihilated them. And on the way, I'll tell you my own assumptions.

Natasha followed her friend, her sharp gaze wandering across the field. She had seen everything, monstrous battles, thousands, tens of thousands of corpses at once (and just a couple of days ago), but... Usually, death is almost routine. But such devastation, when you can't even hear the groans of the wounded, the cries of the dying and the disgusting flapping of the crows' wings, she had never seen before.

Only broken Soviet and German tanks, self-propelled guns, assault guns, armored personnel carriers, trucks, mechanically or horse-drawn guns. Pieces of legs, arms, charred bones... A real cemetery of people and machines. And except for the noise of a not stormy, average spring rain, no sounds.

Well, maybe even the splash from the sound of splashes when the girls slapped their scratched, wounded, calloused, but still graceful and beautiful bare feet through the puddles.

It was strange that there was not even a burning smell, although the broken equipment was smoking. Everything looked incredibly nightmarish. It was so unbearably oppressive that Natasha was the first to break the silence:

- So why do you still, contrary to all logic, believe that these UFOs do not belong to extraterrestrial civilizations?

Augustina answered without any particular offense:

- Because a truly strong space empire should, in theory, be totalitarian, and not democratic!

Natasha became alert and even twitched her ears:

- And why is that?

Augustina sang mockingly:

- Why is it impossible to live wisely? Why is it impossible not to trust anyone! Because every government strives to strengthen itself. Which we can see quite clearly in the example of Soviet power, National Socialist power, and the so-called Western democracies. And this strengthening is achieved, including by technological means.

Natasha was forced to agree:

- Yes, you are right. With the help of high technologies too. Although, for example, the Soviet government, unfortunately, much more often prefers violence, forceful influence and special agents!

Without much enthusiasm, Augustina first slapped her foot in the puddle and then nodded her wet head:

- Yes, that's right! The authorities are merciless to their people in the struggle for power, or rather for the preservation of their power, and therefore the trough for the family and just acquaintances...

Natasha interrupted the philosophy:

- Well, why are you changing the subject?

Augustina angrily moved her bare foot against the fragment of the caterpillar; the pain in her bare toes, oddly enough, only calmed her down:

- So! Progress is developing and the despotism of the authorities is growing. And that means the time is not far off when technological means will allow us to control not only our actions, but all our thoughts without exception, from birth to death!

Natasha shuddered at such a suggestion:

- So, our descendants will no longer be people in the true sense of the word. They will probably become like biorobots. Outwardly like us, but without freedom of choice?

Augustina confirmed:

- Well, yes! That's just it... A civilization at a level of development capable of flying on starships between galactic planetary systems will also be absolutely totalitarian. In it, all thoughts, actions, deeds and emotions will be under the strict control of the state mechanism. Well, and this mechanism itself will be debugged and adjusted so that it will easily suppress any discontent.

- And the conclusion? - Natasha asked.

- Another civilization, already deprived of will and freedom of thought, will be even worse than fascist Germany. If its leaders, so to speak, have even a drop, the slightest understanding, they will make a clear decision. Either colonize the earth, turning people into zombie slaves, or destroy us while we are weak and can pose a threat to them. - Augustina declared decisively, believing in her rightness.

. CHAPTER #15.

While Carleson was recalling this epic battle, numerous bats were partly killed, or rather mostly, and the few survivors flew away. In place of the wreckage of these predatory, carnivorous animals, cakes, chocolates, donuts, candies, bars, and many other tasty treats remained. And what else was not there. Including delicious pieces of cake with biscuit and chocolate. And the children picked them up with their bare toes, and fingers, and laughed, baring their pearly teeth. And this is a very cute and beautiful sight.

Carleson took it and sang:

Somewhere forget-me-nots grow,

Mom bakes pies...

Boy, keep your teeth strong,

To sharpen your fangs!

After which the children and all this young horde just burst out laughing. And the laughter is very cheerful among boys and girls.

Svante chuckled and chirped:

- Our sharp fangs,

Claws, teeth, fists...

They're just waiting for a good fight!

And the boy, who was only nine years old, began to slap his little bare feet. And he began to sing:

Our Motherland is beautiful

We will tear Peter apart, believe me...

Under the pretext of the collective,

Even if the fierce beast roars!

A large crowd of children began to jump and hop like a large group of hares.

Such a young team with bare, round heels. This is a children's army, with cute faces.

These are really very fighting children, very beautiful.

Elena wittily remarked with a sweet look:

The petal of a flower is fragile,

If it was torn off a long time ago...

Even though the world around us is cruel,

I want to do good!


A child's thoughts are honest,

Bring the world to its senses...

Even though our children are pure,

Satan led them into evil!

Carleson laughed and chirped, exclaiming:

- Yes, this is our great passion and our cup of patience will never overflow!

After which the children's squad burst into laughter. The first victory was won, by the not at all weak army of Koshchei the Deathless. Especially in terms of numbers.

The fat boy with the motor grinned and remembered computer games.

There he also played military-economic strategy. He built a powerful line of defense, and the computer kept sending and sending troops that ground up machine guns and howitzers, and mortars, and a whole set of artillery. Now that was really smart.

Only one-sided, when the computer sent troops, just to grind. And it wasn't even a game, but some kind of conveyor. And Carleson simply set the guns to constant shooting, and she flew off to swim in the pool.

In fascist Germany, there were also various branches in the universes from the main branch. But more often things went better for the Third Reich, and worse for its opponents than in reality. It should be noted that in less than four years the USSR defeated the Third Reich and its satellites, which is a great success. Moreover, Hitler managed to get ahead of Stalin and catch him off guard. Did Koba really want to attack Germany first? He probably did, and the Red Army was the most offensive army in the world. But he didn"t have time - he was overtaken. But if Hitler had not attacked, it is possible that Stalin would have continued to hesitate, until the end and for more than one year.

But there was a universe where Stalin attacked the Third Reich first. It happened on June 12. And off it went...

On June 12, 1941, Stalin struck the first blow at the Third Reich and its satellites, starting a preventive war. The decision was not easy for the leader. The Third Reich's military authority was very high. And the USSR's was not so high. But Stalin decided to forestall Hitler, since the Red Army was not ready for a defensive war.

And the Soviet troops crossed the border. That was it, made a bold move. And a battalion of barefoot Komsomol girls runs into the attack. The girls are ready to fight for a bright tomorrow. Well, and for communism on a global scale with the International.

The girls attack and sing;

We are proud Komsomol girls,

Born in that great country...

We're used to running around with a machine gun all the time,

And our guy is so cool!


We love to run barefoot in the cold,

A snowdrift with a bare heel is pleasant...

The girls bloom luxuriantly, like roses,

Driving the Fritzes straight, straight into the grave!


There are no girls more beautiful and wonderful,

And you won"t find better Komsomol members...

There will be peace and happiness throughout the planet,

And we look no more than twenty!


We girls fight tigers,

Imagine a tiger with a grin...

In our own way, we are just devils,

And fate will strike a blow!


For our turbulent Motherland Russia,

We will boldly give our soul and heart...

And let's make the country of all countries more beautiful,

Let us stand firm and win again!


The Fatherland will become young and beautiful,

Comrade Stalin is simply ideal...

And in the universe there will be mountains of happiness,

After all, our faith is stronger than metal!


We are very close friends with Jesus,

For us the great God and idol...

And we, the coward, are not allowed to celebrate,

Because the world looks at girls!


Our homeland is flourishing,

In the wide color of grass and meadows...

Victory will come, I believe in the magnificent May,

Although sometimes fate is harsh!


We will do something wonderful for the Motherland,

And there will be communism in the universe...

Yes, we will win, I honestly believe in it,

That furious fascism has been destroyed!


The Nazis are very strong bandits,

Their tanks are like a hellish monolith...

But the enemies will be soundly beaten,

Fatherland is a sharp sword and shield!


You won"t find anything more beautiful for your homeland,

Instead of fighting for her, joking with the enemy...

There will be a storm of happiness in the universe,

And the child will grow into a hero!


There is no homeland, believe me, there is a Fatherland above,

She is our Father and our own mother...

Although war roars and blows off roofs,

Grace has been poured out from the Lord!


Russia is the Motherland of the Universe,

You fight for her and don"t be afraid...

With your strength in battles, unchanging,

We will prove that Rus' is the torch of the universe!


For our most radiant Fatherland,

We will dedicate our soul, heart, hymns...

Russia will live under communism,

After all, we all know this - the Third Rome!


This is the kind of song a soldier will have,

And the Komsomol girls are running barefoot...

Everything in the universe will become more interesting,

The guns fired, a salute - salute!


And therefore, we Komsomol members unite together,

Let us shout a loud hurray!

And if you need to know how to take care of the land,

Let's get up, even though it's not morning yet!

The girls sang with great passion. They fight, taking off their boots so that their bare feet can do it more easily. And it really works. And the girls' bare heels flash like propeller blades.

Natasha also fights and throws grenades with her bare toes,

singing:

I will show you everything that is in me,

The girl is red, cool, and barefoot!

Zoya giggled and noted with a laugh:

- I'm also a cool girl, and I'll kill everyone.

In the very first days, Soviet troops were able to advance deep into German positions. But they suffered heavy losses. The Germans launched counterattacks and demonstrated the better quality of their troops. In addition, the Red Army was noticeably inferior in infantry numbers. And the German infantry is more mobile.

Well, it also turned out that the newest Soviet tanks: T-34 and KV-1, KV-2 are not ready for combat use. They do not even have technical documentation. And the Soviet troops, as it turned out, cannot penetrate everything so easily. Their main weapon was blocked and not ready for battle. Now that was a real entourage.

The Soviet military did not show themselves to be quite up to par. And then there was...

Japan decided that it was necessary to comply with the provisions of the Anti-Commissioner's Pact and, without declaring war, dealt a crushing blow to Vladivostok.

And the invasion began. The Japanese generals were thirsty for revenge for Khalkhin Gol. In addition, Britain immediately offered a truce to Germany. Churchill expressed himself in the sense that Hitlerism was not very good, but communism and Stalinism were even greater evils. And that in any case, killing each other for the sake of the Bolsheviks taking over Europe was not worth it.

So Germany and Britain stopped the war at once. And as a result, German forces, considerable ones, were freed up. Divisions from France went into battle, and the French legions too.

The battles turned out to be very bloody. When forcing the Vistula, the German troops launched a counterattack and pushed back the Soviet regiments. Not everything went well for the Red Army in Romania. Although they managed to break through initially. All German satellites entered the war against the USSR, including Bulgaria, which in real history had remained neutral. And what is even more dangerous is that Türkiye, Spain, and Portugal entered the war against the USSR.

Soviet troops also launched an offensive on Helsinki, but the Finns fought heroically. Sweden also declared war on the USSR. And transferred its troops.

As a result, the Red Army received several additional fronts.

And the battles were fought with great fury. Even the children, pioneers and Komsomol members, were eager to fight and sang with great enthusiasm;

We, children, were born for the Motherland,

Dashing Young Pioneers of the Komsomol...

In essence, we are knights-eagles,

And the girls' voices are very clear!


We were born to defeat the fascists,

The faces of the young people shine with joy...

It's time to pass the exams with an A,

So that the whole capital can be proud of us!


For the glory of our holy Motherland,

Children are actively defeating fascism...

Vladimir, you are like a golden genius,

Let the relics rest in the mausoleum!


We love our homeland very much,

Endless great Russia...

The Fatherland will not be torn apart ruble by ruble,

Even though the fields were all irrigated with blood!

In the name of our great Motherland,

We will all fight with confidence...

Let the globe spin faster,

And we just hide the grenades in our backpacks!


In honor of new, furious victories,

Let the cherubs sparkle with gold...

The Fatherland will have no more troubles,

After all, Russians are invincible in battle!


Yes, tough fascism has become very strong,

The Americans got their change...

But still there is great communism,

And know that it can"t be any other way here!


Let's raise my empire high,

After all, the Motherland does not know the word - coward...

I keep faith in Stalin in my heart,

And God will never break it!


I love my great Russian world,

Where Jesus is the most important ruler...

And Lenin is both a teacher and an idol...

He is a genius and a boy, oddly enough!


We will make the Fatherland stronger,

And we will tell people a new fairy tale...

You punch the fascist in the face harder,

So that flour and soot would fall from it!


You can achieve anything, you know,

When you draw on your desk...

Victorious May will come soon, I know,

Although of course it would be better to finish in March!


We girls are also good at making love,

Although the boys are not inferior to us...

Russia will not sell out for pennies,

We will find a place for ourselves in a bright paradise!


For the Motherland the most beautiful impulse,

Hug the red flag to your chest, the flag of victory!

The Soviet troops will break through,

Let our grandmothers and grandfathers live in glory!


We are bringing a new generation,

Beauty, shoots in the color of communism...

Know that we will save our homeland from fires,

Let's trample the evil reptile of fascism!


In the name of Russian women and children,

Knights will fight Nazism...

And kill the damned Fuhrer,

No more intelligent than a pathetic clown!


Long live the great dream,

The sky shines brighter than the sun...

No, Satan will not come to Earth,

Because there are no cooler ones than us!


So fight boldly for your Fatherland,

And both the adult and the child will be happy...

And in eternal glory faithful communism,

Let us build the Eden of the universe!

That's how the brutal battles went. The girls fought. And Gulliver found himself on Soviet territory. He was just a boy of about twelve, wearing shorts and walking around, stamping his bare feet.

His soles had already become rough from slavery, and it was not bad for him to wander along the paths. And even great in its own way. And if the opportunity arose, the white-haired child would be fed in the village. So, on the whole, it was great.

And there are battles going on at the fronts. And Natasha and her team are busy as always.

The Komsomol girls go into battle wearing only bikinis, and shoot submachine guns and rifles. They are so perky and aggressive.

Things are not going very well for the Red Army. There are heavy losses, especially in tanks, and in East Prussia, where there are powerful German fortifications. And it also turns out that the Poles are not happy with the Red Army either. Hitler is urgently forming a militia from troops of the Polish ethnic group.

Even the Germans are ready to forget about the persecution of Jews. They are raking everyone they can into the army. Officially, the Fuhrer has already softened the anti-Semitic laws. In response, the US and Britain unblocked German accounts. And began to restore trade.

For example, Churchill expressed a desire to supply the Germans with Matilda tanks, which were better armored than any German vehicles or Soviet T-34s.

Rommel's corps has returned from Africa. It's not much, just two divisions, but they are elite and strong. And their counterattack in Romania is quite significant.

The Komsomol members, led by Alena, took the blows of the German and Bulgarian troops and began to sing a song with passion;

It's very difficult in a predictable world,

It is extremely unpleasant for humanity...

The Komsomol member holds a powerful oar,

So that the Fritzes know - I'll give it to them in the eye and that's clear!


A beautiful girl fights in the war,

A Komsomol member is jumping barefoot in the frost...

The evil Hitler will be given a double punch,

Even going AWOL won't help the Fuhrer!


So good people - fight fiercely,

To be a warrior you have to be born one...

The Russian knight soars upward like a falcon,

Let the knights of grace support their faces!


Young pioneers with the strength of a giant,

Their power is the greatest, stronger than the entire universe...

I know you'll see - a furious layout,

To cover everything with daring, imperishable to the end!


Stalin is the great leader of our Motherland,

The greatest wisdom, the banner of communism...

And he will make Russia's enemies tremble,

Dispersing the clouds of menacing fascism!


So, proud people, believe the king,

Yes, if it seems that he is too strict...

I give a song to my Motherland,

And the girls are crazy, their bare feet are in the snow!


But our strength is very great,

Red Empire, the powerful spirit of Russia...

The wise will rule, I know for centuries,

In that infinite power without any boundaries!


And don"t slow us down, Russians, in any way,

The strength is heroic, a laser can"t measure it...

Our life is not fragile, like a silk thread,

Know that the dashing knights are in good shape until the end!


We are loyal to our homeland, our hearts are like fire,

We rush into battle, cheerful and full of rage...

We'll soon drive a stake into the damned Hitler,

And the vile and evil old age will disappear!


That's when Berlin will fall, believe the Fuhrer.

The enemy is capitulating and will soon fold its paws...

And above our Motherland there is a cherub in wings,

And hit the evil dragon in the face with a mace!


The beautiful Motherland will bloom luxuriantly,

And huge lilac petals...

There will be glory and honor for our knights,

We will get more than we have now!

The Komsomol girls fight desperately and show their highest level of skill and class.

These are really women. But overall the battles are tough. The German tanks aren't very good. But the Matilda is a bit better. Although its gun isn't very strong - 47mm caliber, no more than the German gun on the T-3 - the protection is serious - 80mm. And try to penetrate that.

And the first "Matildas" are already arriving in German ports and are being transported to the east by rail. Of course, there is a clash between the "Matilda" and the T-34, which turns out to be serious and very bloody. And there are demonstrative battles. Soviet tanks - especially the KV, do not penetrate the guns of German vehicles. But they take 88-millimeter anti-aircraft guns and some captured guns.

But the wheeled and tracked BTs burn like candles. And even their German machine guns are capable of setting them on fire.

In short, the blitzkrieg failed and the Soviet offensive was stifled. And a lot of Russian vehicles are figuratively burning, torches in a word. This turned out to be extremely unpleasant for the Red Army.

But the soldiers still sing it with enthusiasm. Here is one of the young pioneers who actively composed a rainbow song;

What other country has a proud infantry?

In America, of course, the man is a cowboy.

But we will fight from platoon to platoon,

Let every guy be energetic!


No one can overcome the power of the councils,

Although the Wehrmacht is also undoubtedly cool...

But we can crush a gorilla with a bayonet,

The enemies of the Fatherland will simply die!


We are loved and of course cursed,

In Russia, every warrior comes from a nursery...

We will win, I know it for sure,

May you, villain, be cast into Gehenna!


We pioneers can do a lot,

For us, you know, the automatic machine is not a problem...

Let us serve as an example to humanity,

Let each of the guys be in glory!


Shooting, digging, know that it"s not a problem,

Give the fascist a good whack with a shovel...

Know that big changes are ahead,

And we will pass any lesson with an A!


In Russia, every adult and boy,

Capable of fighting very zealously...

Sometimes we are even too aggressive,

In the desire to trample the Nazis!


For a pioneer, weakness is impossible,

The boy is hardened almost from the cradle...

It's extremely difficult to argue with us, you know.

And there are a whole legion of arguments!


I won't give up, you guys believe me,

In winter I run barefoot through the snow...

The devils will not overcome the pioneer,

I will sweep away all the fascists in my rage!


No one will humiliate us pioneers,

We are born strong fighters...

Let us serve as an example to humanity,

Such sparkling shooters!


The cowboy is of course also a Russian guy,

For us, both London and Texas are native...

We'll destroy everything if the Russians are in good shape,

We'll hit the enemy right in the eye!


The boy also ended up in captivity,

He was roasted on the rack by fire...

But he only laughed in the faces of the executioners,

He said that we will soon take Berlin too!


The iron was heated to a bare heel,

They pressed the pioneer, but he remained silent...

The boy is of Soviet training,

His Fatherland is his true shield!


They broke fingers, the enemies turned on the current,

The only response is laughter...

No matter how much the Fritzes beat the boy,

But the executioners succeeded!


These beasts are already taking him to be hanged,

The boy walks all wounded...

He said at the end: I believe in Rod,

And then our Stalin will come to Berlin!


When it became quiet, the soul rushed to the Family,

He received me very kindly...

He said you will get complete freedom,

And my soul was embodied again!


I started shooting at the mad fascists,

For the glory of the Fritz clan, I killed them all...

A holy cause, a cause for communism,

It will give the pioneer strength!


The dream came true, I'm walking through Berlin,

Above us is a golden-winged cherub...

We brought light and happiness to the whole world,

People of Russia - know that we will not win!

The children also sing very well, but they are not going into battle yet. And the Swedish divisions, together with the Finns, have already gone on the counterattack. And the Soviet troops, having broken through to Helsinki, received strong blows on the flanks, and bypassing the enemy positions. And now they are entering with striking power and cutting off the Red Army's communications. And Stalin forbade retreat and the Swedish-Finnish troops are breaking through to Vyborg.

There is a general mobilization in the country of Suomi, the people are happily ready to fight Stalin and his gang.

In Sweden, they also remembered Charles XII and his glorious campaigns. More precisely, that he lost, and now it is time for revenge. And it is very cool - when a whole army of Swedes is mobilized for new exploits.

Moreover, the USSR itself attacked the Third Reich and practically all of Europe. And together with the Germans, even volunteer battalions arrived from Switzerland. And Salazar and Franco officially entered the war with the USSR and declared a general mobilization. And this, it must be said, was a tough move on their part - which creates big problems for the Red Army.

More and more troops are entering the battle. Especially from the Romanian side, which is why the Soviet tanks were completely cut off.

The situation was also aggravated by the exchange of prisoners - all for all from Germany, Britain, Italy. As a result, many pilots shot down over Britain returned to the Luftwaffe. But even more Italians returned - more than half a million soldiers. And Mussolini threw all his forces at the USSR.

And Italy, not counting the colonies, has a population of fifty million, which is not a small amount.

So the situation of the USSR became extremely difficult. Although the Soviet troops were still in Europe, they found themselves under the threat of flank envelopment and encirclement.

And in some places the fighting moved to Russian territory. The assault on Vyborg, which was attacked by the Finns and Swedes, had already begun.

. CHAPTER #16.

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 high. She 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 inclined.

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,

People are made this way...

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 #17.

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 this:

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 very 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 was doubtful:

- 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 guard 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 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 #18.

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 #19.

The movie about Nicholas II ended at the most interesting point. It"s not that Svante liked what he saw. Quite the opposite - Tsarist Russia is Sweden"s historical enemy, and its victories did not please the young patriot and descendant of the Vikings. But now he has to get up and march again with the other children. After a rest, oddly enough, it"s even a little harder to move. Until you warm up. And the children began to quicken their pace a little. Carleson commanded:

- Quick march!

A song was heard:

Brave soldiers march with songs,

And the boys run happily after him!

And stamping his left foot, his most vigorous step,

Let's punch our enemy in the snout!

Svante chuckled and chirped:

- Of course, let's charge! For the King of Sweden - together!

The girl countess squeaked:

- To the new frontiers of the empire!

Carleson remarked with a smile:

- You are still green children! And I have been everywhere! Do you want me to show you a movie?

The wolf in jeans answered with a grin:

- We really want to!

And the fat boy with the motor turned on the image on the hologram. It was something magnificent and unique.

An alternative universe where Tsar Nicholas II appointed an admiral

Makarov commanded the Pacific squadron back in 1902. And also gave him extraordinary powers, including in the construction of the base.

As a result, the war with Japan happened, but from the very beginning it followed a successful scenario for Tsarist Russia. And the Japanese destroyer attack ended with the destruction of almost all the ships that took part in it and the cruiser "Varyag" survived. And then the war went very successfully for Tsarist Russia. Japan was defeated and gave both the Kuril Ridge and Taiwan to Tsarist Russia and paid a large contribution.

Soon, Yellow Russia emerged due to the voluntary annexation of Chinese regions. Korea also became part of the tsarist empire.

Alexander Suvorov is credited with the phrase: Russia is not ready for any war, because when it is ready, there are no fools to fight it.

That is why there was no First World War. Austria-Hungary fell apart after the death of the king and tsarist Russia quietly annexed Galicia and Bukavina, as well as the Krakow region of Poland. The Germans did not dare to start a war.

Soon, Czechoslovakia underwent a coup and became a kingdom within Tsarist Russia. The Empire of Nicholas II experienced an economic boom and in 1929 it became the world's second largest industrial producer. Its population was also growing rapidly. The birth rate remained very high, and mortality, including infant mortality, was declining due to the widespread use of antibiotics and vaccinations. And because of this, Russia became a country with a population of more than three hundred and fifty million in 1929. But as a result, agricultural overpopulation arose. And when the Great Depression began, it really took and affected. And so King Wilhelm, already quite old, decided to start a war with Russia. Moreover, he managed to sign a neutrality pact with France and Britain. And on August 1, 1934, Germany, twenty years later, officially declared war on Tsarist Russia. By this time, Austria had become part of it and the German population exceeded one hundred million people. But Tsar Nicholas II, taking into account his Asian possessions, has almost four hundred million in total. And an army of five million soldiers - and that's without mobilization. Thus, Nicholas II has almost four times more population.

And the economy is twice as strong. And heavy fighting has begun. Russian troops initially sat on the defensive. And on the border with Germany they have already built a lot of fortifications.

The main thing that old man Wilhelm bet on was, of course, tanks.

The Germans had a lot of them. Including heavy ones. But Tsarist Russia also had such machines. True, Nicholas II preferred light ones. The reason is that Russia is a very large country, and it is easier to transport light tanks, and they break down less during crossings and they have a higher speed.

Indeed, Russian tanks could reach speeds of up to one hundred kilometers on the highway, which was a lot at that time. Even by the standards of the twenty-first century, this is a very decent speed for a tank.

Wilhelm preferred the heavy ones. The Kaiser was already over seventy, and naturally the energy was not the same. Therefore, something not too fast, but well protected inspired more confidence.

At that time, Tsarist Russia had the first helicopters in the world. And it was the only army with serially produced equipment of this kind. The emperor's aviation was also good. And in this aspect, Russia surpassed the Germans in both quantity and quality.

The tsarist empire was very strong in cavalry. No one could compare with Russia in terms of the number of cavalry. And this is a strong force.

In short, Wilhelm's decision was an adventure, and a suicidal one at that. Nevertheless, the war began. And the Germans came in an avalanche. And at first they were able to wedge themselves into Russian territory.

And then Carleson, together with Pippi Longstocking, decided to take on the Kaiser's men together. And so both wizards took their magic wands in their hands. And without thinking twice, they twirled them. And the heavy German tanks began to turn into large, juicy melons and ripe watermelons. And these were simply magnificent fruits.

And the German infantry began to shrink before our eyes. And they turned into boys of five or six years old. And they jumped and bounced in shorts, laughing like real children. And the barefoot, round heels of little boys flashed.

Pippi Longstocking noted:

- It's very nice of Carleson to give a second childhood!

The fat boy replied:

- Not just cute, but practical! This is a school of re-education!

And the eternal children laughed. And one of the large ones turned into a huge ice cream glass. And quite a fancifully curved one. And it looked beautiful and cool. And when there is chocolate powder on top - it's great.

Then other tanks began to turn into cakes, or pastries, or other wonderful delicacies. And such, let's say, delicious, and they emit a wonderful aroma.

Pippi giggled and noted:

- You see an eclipse in the sky, or rather, on the contrary, it has cleared up, then there will be a transformation, and God's mercy!

Carleson noted with a smile:

- I believe in Gods. But I don't believe in the Bible or the Koran!

The girl laughed and replied:

- How can you and I not believe in Gods if we communicated with them, and even became friends with some of them!

The children worked with magic wands, very actively. And Pippi Longstocking also used her bare toes with rings. And it was a magnificent and wonderful effect.

But then all the tanks turned into cakes, ice cream, giant melons and watermelons.

Carleson even sang with a smile:

Melons, watermelons, wheat buns,

A generous, prosperous land...

And on the throne sits in St. Petersburg -

Father Tsar Nicholas!

And they flew to another front line with Pippi. There were battles in the sky too. Russian helicopters were firing at the Germans in bursts. Carleson noted:

- We show humanism!

Pippi giggled and, using her high-class magic to transform the German soldiers into little boys, sang:

The aiguillette grows dull from peaceful life,

In idleness the color of the banners fades...

And he who speaks of humanism,

Spy, spy, spy!

And German planes also turned into something extremely appetizing and cool. Just imagine these lollipops, marmalades in powdered sugar, and chocolate ice cream. And what if it turns into cotton candy and cornflakes? And that's also delicious.

Carleson noted:

- Is it cool to transform Pippi like this?

The girl with bare feet, which are so convenient for casting spells, noted:

- Yes, it is both effective and spectacular! Like some kind of fairy tale!

And the eternal children shook their magic wands. And again the transformations began. Such wonderful ones, let's say.

But it would be too fat to win the whole war for Tsarist Russia. And they helped only in critical areas of the front. And after that they left this place.

And the fighting continued. After mobilization, the Russian army itself began to attack, and did so quite successfully. And already in late autumn, the Germans were driven out of the Kingdom of Poland. And by the end of December, Russian units had already approached the Oder. The situation for the Germans became difficult. A significant part of eastern Prussia was also occupied. And in January, it became even worse. France annulled the neutrality treaty, citing the fact that it was in allied relations with Russia.

And opened a second front to regain the lands conquered by Germany under von Bismarck. And after that they began to squeeze Wilhelm's empire. So much so that your bones were crunching. And by the end of March, almost all of East Prussia and Pomerania were captured by Tsarist Russia. And in April they began to force the Oder...

Wilhelm, realizing that things were going badly, asked for peace. The conditions were very harsh. Germany's eastern border ran along the Oder, or Russia's western. Germany also lost Elzar and Lorraine, which France returned to itself, as well as all its colonies. They were divided between Russia and France. The Germans were also forced to pay heavy reparations.

Then the Tsarist Empire annexed Iran, and Britain occupied the southern regions. The reason was mass unrest in Iran. And in the end, the Ottoman Empire was also engulfed in rebellion, and it was divided among the great powers. Including also Asia Minor, most of Iraq, and finally Istanbul, or Tsargrad, became part of Tsarist Russia.

And then Nicholas II made a strong move: he moved the capital of Russia to Constantinople.

He had wanted to do this for a long time - in St. Petersburg it was too cold and damp, and the summer was kind of crap. And in Constantinople - a hot body and a mild winter. Well, at the same time he went and renamed the city Nikolaygrad.

And what a strong move, no longer a young tsar. Also Nicholas II, who was now called the Great, or even the Greatest, allowed everyone in his empire to have four wives. And a special council of the Orthodox Church legalized this. Moreover, in the Old Testament there was polygamy, and in the New there was no prohibition to have more than one. It says there that an official must be the husband of one wife, which means a layman can have more.

Thus the tsarist empire spread very widely.

Nicholas II ruled until 1944 - that is, he was in power for fifty years. And not like Ivan the Terrible, who held the position purely nominally for part of his reign, but all the time in reality, having received the throne in adulthood.

And everything was fine, one could say, except that absolutism was preserved, and there was no parliament. Nikolai was succeeded by his grandson, also at a very young age of thirteen. He was the son of Alexei Nikolaevich. But for now the empire was calm. The working day was reduced to nine hours, and pre-holiday and pre-weekend days to seven. The salary was high.

And after the introduction of the gold standard of the Russian ruble, prices for all fifty years of Nicholas's reign were either stable with zero inflation, or for some goods, especially industrial ones, they even decreased.

The country was prosperous, huge, flourishing, and even took first place in the world economy - overtaking the USA. So, in general, life became good in Tsarist Russia.

By the way, Lenin became a very successful science fiction writer. His works were translated into many languages, including Russian. In exile, Vladimir Ilyich met Wales and decided that he had enough of the revolution, it was better to live in a fantasy world and write fairy tales. Both for children and adults. Leon Trotsky went into business and succeeded in it, becoming a very rich man. And Joseph Stalin eventually played so much that he was hanged. Apparently, the patience of the police and the tsarist authorities ran out. Vasilevsky made a good military career, becoming a colonel general. But Zhukov did not rise higher than a corporal, and returned to the factory. Budyonny rose to the rank of esaul and retired on an honorable pension.

After the defeat of Germany, Hitler tried to make a political career in the new republic. But apparently he missed his time, and was pushed aside by younger and more successful competitors, and his party was in the background.

And tensions grew between Tsarist Russia and Britain. Especially when the Tsar's troops took control of Afghanistan. And the young new Tsar, who had received the rather menacing name Leo from his father, began to demand access for Russia to the Indian Ocean. But that's another story. And this time it turned out better than usual.

Carleson finished showing the movie and winked at his partners. The wolf in jeans exclaimed:

- This is great!

Svante noted:

- Russia again, and where is Sweden!

The boy count confirmed:

- Indeed, we want a world in which Sweden becomes a huge empire, and not Russia or Britain.

The girl countess nodded:

- Russia is Sweden's historical enemy. It would be better if it were ground into dust, rather than made into a world hegemon and superpower!

The peasant boy squeaked:

- Yes, that's exactly it! We want success and prosperity for Sweden! And we'll say no to Russia!

The peasant girl remarked:

- It would be better to help Charles the Twelfth and defeat Peter the Great!

Svante confirmed:

- Exactly! Moreover, it was Peter the Great who started the war and besieged the Swedish city of Narva!

Carleson laughed and replied:

- And I see you know the history of your country well!

Helen the Wise answered with a laugh:

- What's surprising about that? Kids are so smart these days!

The boy count objected:

- Children have always been smart! Don't think that they are stupid just because they are young!

The girl countess giggled and noted:

- And we are not so simple as to hide in the bushes!

The wolf in jeans giggled and sang:

That the light is teaching,

In winter and spring...

I affirm without exception,

All the evil spirits of the forest!

And the children just burst out laughing. It really did look very funny.

And the wolf in jeans is, let's say, such a cutie.

Svante asked Carleson:

- Or maybe you have a film where Sweden already wins?

The fat boy with the motor answered confidently:

- Of course there is!

The child warriors cried out in unison:

- Show us please!

Carleson did not argue and turned on the repeater - a hologram flashed and began to show a movie, in a new way, about Charles the Twelfth.

The Swedish king, thanks to the intervention of Carlson and the barefoot girl Pippi Longstocking, did not die in Norway, but managed to capture it. As a result, it joined the state. Carlson, this eternal boy, and Pippi Longstocking created a hologram of a huge, transparent bird, in the form of a dove with a laurel branch. And Norway lay down under Charles XII and joyfully accepted his rule.

However, Sweden, exhausted by the war with Russia, could not continue any longer, and a peace treaty was signed. Tsar Peter agreed to formalize territorial acquisitions in the form of purchases for large sums of money, and to supply the Swedes with a large amount of grain every year for free.

The war was over, but Charles XII was thirsty for revenge. He gathered and accumulated his forces. And so in 1737, when the Russian army was distracted by the war with Turkey, Charles XII's huge army took and besieged Vyborg. The fortress city was well protected and had a strong garrison.

But this time, Carlson decided to help the Swedish king.

And so the fat boy with the motor penetrated the Russian fortress. He did it using an invisibility cap, and the best protection against dogs is leopard fat.

And so the boy-sorcerer entered the gunpowder warehouse and lit the fuse on the barrel. After that, he left the basement.

The fuse burned out, and then it exploded. And the wall collapsed along with the central battery. And a huge hole appeared.

After which the Swedish army rushed to storm. It was swift and fierce. But the Russian army could no longer resist effectively. And Vyborg fell. The way to St. Petersburg was open.

And the army of Charles the Twelfth besieged the capital of Russia. Along the way, some nobles who were offended by the autocracy and who hoped that it would be easier and better to live in Sweden, which was more democratic and had a parliament, joined him.

A battle took place in the field. On one side was the Russian army, on the other the Swedish.

The Russians were commanded personally by Biron, and the Swedes by Charles XII.

The outcome of the battle was unclear. The Russians still had a numerical advantage, even if not too much. But again the fat boy from Stockholm, Karleseon, intervened. And again his intervention was negative for the Russians. In addition to the eternal boy Karleseon, there was also a girl, Gerda, who also possessed magic. On each toe of her bare feet there was a ring.

The blonde girl had once defeated the Snow Queen and now wanted to help her Swedish brothers.

And her bare feet were not afraid of either snow or hot coal.

And these children-magicians suddenly unleashed a wave of fear on the Russian cavalry. And the horses took fright and began to run away. The Cossack and hussar ranks mixed up and collided, piercing each other with spears and sabres.

And then the Swedes added grapeshot. And they mowed down a lot of Russian infantry.

Then the Swedish lancers went into battle. Charles XII made an artificial maneuver, outflanking the Russians and attacking the rear.

Carleson, waving his magic wands, fired pulsars at the Russian army and sang:

Sweden will be wonderful,

The greatest of countries...

It's simply dangerous to deal with us,

We are truly hurricane children!

In some ways, Carleson is really a child, although he is already several centuries old. And that his father is a dwarf, and his mother is generally a mummy. And he can live for thousands of years in the flesh. And as we know, people have an immortal soul, which can live forever, unlike the body.

Even now, thousands of murdered souls are rushing to heaven, where the Almighty God and the saints will judge them.

And people are dying in large numbers. Charles XII is already old. Thirty-seven years ago he defeated Peter the Great's numerically superior army at Narva. And now he's doing it again. Only this time he has the strength of Carleson and Gerda on his side. And these children really do work miracles.

And then Pippi Longstocking came back. Also always barefoot, with red hair that sparkles like the flame of the Olympic torch.

Although these children-wizards are bad for Russia. But Gerda is from Denmark, and Karleson is Swedish, like Pippi, and they can be understood. And why shouldn't Baba Yaga appear on the Russian side? Are we witches or not, are we patriots or not?

But in this case, somehow no wood goblin, no water sprite, no Baba Yaga, no kikimora appeared from the Russian side.

And the Russian army led by Biron was defeated. And Charles XII captured St. Petersburg. Then Anna Ioannovna moved the capital to Moscow and tried to continue the war.

Charles the Twelfth, having gathered his forces, began an invasion into the depths of Russia. The situation was aggravated by the fact that the war with the Ottoman Empire was still going on.

And the Crimean Khan attacked the southern regions of Russia, devastating Tula, Ryazan and Kyiv.

And the Ottoman troops undertook a campaign against Astrakhan. This time they were well prepared and were able to besiege the city. They had powerful artillery that reduced houses and walls to dust. And Charles XII approached Moscow. The decisive battle took place near the second Russian capital.

And then Carleson and Gerda, and with them the girl from Sweden Pippi Longstocking - they took up and in chorus fell upon the Russian army. And began waving their magic wands.

And also Pippi and Gerda - these eternal girls clicked their bare toes, and on each toe there was a ring with magic artifacts. And an incredible storm arose that blinded the Cossacks and hussars. And they turned back and trampled their own infantry with their hooves. Now this is truly hellish darkness.

And Pippi and Gerda threw artifacts at the enemies, and literally pierced them through. And Carleson also raised an incredible storm. And stunned crows began to fall into the sky, piercing the heads of Russian soldiers.

And the girls launched fiery pulsars with their bare toes, and sang:

We are the children of Sweden with the fate of Napoleon,

Although barefoot even in snow, frost...

Girls don't give a damn about cop laws,

Because Christ brought grace!


I want to tell the hypocrites that you are just nasty,

You condemn us all in vain...

We girls are big bullies,

Even Karabas doesn't scare us!


Each of us is not just a child,

Or simply put, he really is a superman...

And Pippi's voice is very clear,

I know the boy won't have any problems!


We will conquer the vastness of the universe,

Even though our feet are dirty and bare...

And our business is the business of creation,

In the name of our beautiful Sweden!


We children, you know, are not cripples at all,

And the warriors of the Holy Land...

Let us glorify our Motherland, believe me, forever,

In the name of our Swedish family!

This is the kind of showdown that the eternal children arranged. And how hard it was for the soldiers of the Russian army.

True, this time there were a couple of wood goblins on the side of the tsar's army. They tried to point animated, walking trees at the Swedes, waving their branches and roots threateningly.

But Pippi and Gerda snapped their bare toes and the trees burst into blue flame. And their leaves literally charred and pollinated. And the frightened trees, suffering and shaking with fear, fell upon the Russian troops. Now that was some fun.

And the wood-goblins found themselves in a tight spot. And Carleson went and conjured up a large cage. And both bearded creatures found themselves in it.

It was really squeezed... And the Russian army was under attack from three dangerous children from Scandinavia. It's not for nothing that they are descendants of the Vikings. And when the Swedish lancers appeared in the rear, the outcome of the battle was predetermined.

After the defeat on the Field of Mars, Tsarist Russia made peace with Sweden.

It was necessary to cede all the lands previously conquered by Peter the Great, as well as Novgorod and Pskov, and pay a huge tribute to the Scandinavians.

What woe to the vanquished?

But Tsarist Russia was able to recapture Astrakhan from the Turks. A period of peace began. Anna Ioannovna was replaced by Ivan the Sixth, still a baby, and then Elizaveta Petrovna came after him.

And so she began to prepare a war of revenge against Sweden. Charles XII started a war in Europe to return the former possessions of his empire and even increase them.

At first, the Swedes, with the help of Carleson, Gerda, and Pippi Longstocking, were successful. But then Charles the Twelfth attacked Denmark. And Gerda turned away from him. And Carleson and Pippi also took off. And mighty Britain entered the war against Sweden. And after it, Prussia, where the great monarch Friedrich II reigned. By this time, Charles the Twelfth had already grown old, decrepit, and was no longer such a genius.

Kazakhstan also joined Tsarist Russia, and it became larger and stronger.

And a large army first laid siege to Novgorod. And then Baba Yaga flew in on a mortar. And started showing off all sorts of tricks and gimmicks.

As soon as he waves his broom, a thousand Swedes will fly into the air and start spinning and turning.

Baba Yaga just went and growled:

- But pasaran!

And again he twirls the broom. And then the kikimora added, now that was some fun. And the year was 1754 and the King of Sweden was in his seventy-second year.

He doesn't have the strength and energy. In short, Russian troops took Novgorod by storm with the help of Baba Yaga and the kikimora.

Pskov found itself cut off; its garrison chose to surrender without a fight.

After which the Russian troops besieged Narva. And in Europe the Prussians and the English beat the Swedes. And then the French joined them.

Alexander Suvorov distinguished himself in the storming of Narva, and this fortress also fell. Tsarist Russia demonstrated its power, and under Elizabeth Petrovna there was a revival. In 1755, Russian troops recaptured both Riga and Reval. And then Vyborg was taken. The war with the Swedes continued. In Europe, in 1757, the last stronghold of the Swedes fell, and they went to a shameful peace. The war with Russia continued for some time until December 1758. When Charles XII finally died, having lived seventy-six years - which by the standards of that time was not a small amount. And his grandson concluded peace with the cession of all the territories that the Swedes managed to conquer under Anna Ioannova, and a little more territory.

And so the war ended. Carleson and Pippi Longstocking never intervened, and thus, one could say, they committed treason. But the wood goblins, Baba Yaga and kikimoras played an important role, and in the end even a water sprite appeared. And it was great. The only thing is that when the Russian troops tried to go to Stockholm, Pippi Longstocking waved her magic wand and fiery feathers rained down on the Russian ships from above, burning the Russian squadron.

After which Elizabeth Petrovna went to a hasty peace. And three years later she died and Peter the Third ascended the throne, but that's another story.

. CHAPTER #20.

The boys and girls began to make a noise of discontent:

- No! You're not a good Carleson - you're a radish! Why didn't you help Charles the Twelfth finish off Russia!

Wolf in Jeans added:

- The beginning was good, but the ending was a mess! Why didn't you and Pippi help the king? Well, okay, Gerda, she's Danish. But you're simply obliged to serve your homeland!

Carleson objected:

- I'm a cosmopolitan, but not exactly a Swede!

Elizabeth the Wise nodded:

- Yes, we are fairy-tale heroes beyond nations and races, we are for the international! And in the light of reason, there is no Jew, no Greek, no Swede, no Russian, no German, no American!

The wolf in jeans nodded in agreement:

- That's right! I'm not a human being, and I don't have a nationality as such!

Svante exclaimed:

- And I am Swedish and proud of it!

Carleson wanted to say something, when suddenly a forest boy appeared, as if jumping out of the ground. It was a child of about ten years old, with a boletus hat on his head, in shorts and barefoot, but a T-shirt and shorts woven from oak leaves.

He winked at the young team:

- Be careful, guys, there is a poppy field ahead, and it gives off a poisonous aroma.

Elizabeth the Wise asked with a smile:

- And it"s impossible to get around it...

Lesovichok replied:

- If you want to enter Koshchei's kingdom, there is no way around it. Unless you fly through the air!

Carleson chuckled:

- I can fly over! But what about my barefoot team? Should I leave them?

The forest boy answered:

- There is another option, to go through the underground passage. Only forest spirits guard it, and they will demand payment.

The boy-count roared:

- What, we have nothing to pay with!? We've come to this!

Carleson chuckled:

- What do they need gold for? I think Helen the Wise knows how to get it in large quantities.

The forest boy giggled and replied:

- Gold? Of course, it is always valuable. But the spirits of the forest are not too interested in it, since the absence of flesh and bones makes bodily pleasures inaccessible to them... - Here the magical child paused and continued. - But spiritual pleasures may interest them. Tell them some funny or interesting story and they will let you through the tunnel.

Elena giggled and replied:

- And that's a very good idea! Maybe Carleson will tell.

The fat boy with the motor exclaimed:

- Take me to them!

And the barefoot team moved. Even Elena preferred to take off her high-heeled shoes so as not to stand out. Considering that her legs were very beautiful and graceful, it was a good idea and barefoot suited her.

Only Carleson and the wolf in jeans preferred to keep their shoes on despite the hot weather.

Here they came to the underground passage. Indeed, four transparent giants blocked their way. They looked like warriors in armor and with clubs, but at the same time everything was translucent through them, like a daytime stream.

Helen the Wise bowed:

- Glory to you, great warriors!

They thundered at the top of their voices:

- Good for you, beauty! And for your team!

The girl, distinguished by wisdom, asked:

- Let us through the underground passage to the other end!

The spirits of the great warriors roared:

- We'll let you through if you tell us something interesting!

The wolf in jeans exclaimed:

- Coming! We have one here who will tell and show!

Carleson nodded his head on his thick neck:

- I'll tell you and show you, but without any nonsense or petty quibbles!

The warrior spirits thundered:

- It's up to us to decide! If you don't like it, you'll tell us more! We love to listen, since physical pleasures are unavailable, so give us spiritual food!

The fat boy turned on the holographic image and said:

- Well, listen, if you have a desire!

And he began to weave his story.

On March 5, 1969, Maoist China unleashed a major war against the USSR. The reason was a clash on Dalniy Island. And large Chinese forces simultaneously broke through the Amur River and further north. And fierce battles unfolded. The Chinese also advanced on Vladivostok and began to storm Khabarovsk. The Celestial Empire had a large numerical advantage. Especially in infantry. And infantry is also a force - when there is a lot of it.

The USSR had some advantage in the quality of troops and the amount of equipment. But the Chinese kept pushing and pushing. Like in a computer game, when the infantry does not pay attention to losses, but desperately attacks. And even achieves some successes, and significant ones. Huge masses of infantry kept pushing. It was hard to resist them. And in the first month of fighting, almost all of Primorye was captured. Khabarovsk also fell, and large bridgeheads were captured behind the Amur. In addition, huge masses of Chinese were advancing on Kazakhstan and broke through to Alma-Ata. And they took this city in a semi-ring.

The situation, it must be said, became extremely tense. And the USSR had to declare a general mobilization. And also hastily transfer the economy to a war footing.

But the Soviet empire had a strong trump card - children who had arrived.

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova led a children's battalion of local pioneers to their positions.

Despite the fact that the snow had not yet melted, the strong Siberian children, seeing that the commanders Oleg and Margarita were barefoot and in light clothes in shorts and a short skirt, also took off their shoes and undressed.

And now the boys and girls splashed their bare, childish feet in the snow, leaving graceful traces.

To fight the Chinese, young warriors led by Oleg and Margarita made homemade rockets loaded with sawdust and coal dust. Moreover, their explosive power is ten times greater than TNT. And these rockets can be launched at both air and land targets. And here the Chinese have collected a large number of tanks and aircraft.

In addition, boys and girls built special hybrids of crossbows and machine guns that shoot poisonous needles. And something else. For example, children's plastic cars were equipped with explosives and controlled by radio. And this is also a weapon.

Olezhka and Margarita also suggested that the children make special rockets that would shoot poisoned glass and cover a large area, with the aim of destroying enemy infantry.

China's main strength is its meaty assaults and countless personnel, which compensates for the lack of equipment. In this regard, this country has no equal in the world.

The war with China differs, for example, from the war with the Third Reich, in that the enemy, the USSR, has an overwhelming advantage in human resources. And this, of course, creates a very big problem if the war drags on.

In short, Mao made a gambling bet. And an epic battle began. Soviet troops met the Chinese with salvos of Grads. And the newest Uragan systems also fired. A beautiful girl, Alenka, directed the strikes of the newly arrived battery. And pieces of torn flesh flew from the Chinese.

And the girls, flashing their bare, pink heels, crushed the troops of the Celestial Empire.

Although they also mainly hit the infantry - knocking out personnel. That's how energetically and with scope the girls acted.

But the Chinese began an offensive against the positions of the children's battalion. The first to fly were not very numerous attack aircraft. These were mainly Soviet IL-2 and IL-10, very outdated. Some attack aircraft were also from the USSR, newer, and a small number were produced in China, but again under a Russian license.

But Mao has no developments of his own.

That is, on the one hand, there is the technically backward, but very populous China, and on the other hand, there is the USSR, which has fewer human resources, but is technologically developed.

The children are heroes, launching missiles at the attack aircraft. They are small in size - smaller than birdhouses, but there are many of them. And the tiny device, the size of a pea, invented by Oleg and Margarita, is guided by sound.

This is a real miracle weapon. Child warriors launch it by lighting it with lighters or matches. And they rise high and ram Chinese attack aircraft. And they blow them up along with the pilots. Most of the machines of the Celestial Empire don't even have ejection devices. And they explode with wild destruction and flying fragments.

And many fragments light up in the air, reminiscent of fireworks, with colossal scattering. This is truly a scattering.

Oleg noted with a satisfied look:

- China gets it in the horns!

Margarita giggled and replied:

- As usual, we're hitting China pretty hard!

And the children burst out laughing. And the other boys and girls, slapping their bare, childish, sharpened feet, laughed and began to launch rockets even more energetically.

The Chinese attack aircraft were choking. They fell broken and flattened with flaming blanks. That was crushing power.

The boy Sasha giggles and notes:

- The USSR will show China what's what!

Pioneer girl Lara confirms:

- Our murderous impact will be! We will crush and hang everyone!

And the young warrior stamped her bare foot in a small puddle.

The battles were indeed raging along the entire front line. The Chinese were pushing forward like a battering ram. More precisely, an innumerable number of machines.

The first wave of stormtroopers was repelled by the young Leninists.

The boy Petka noticed:

- If only Stalin were alive, he would be proud of us!

Pioneer girl Katya noted:

- But Stalin is gone, and now Leonid Ilyich is in power!

Oleg noted with a sigh:

- Most likely, Brezhnev is far from Stalin!

Indeed, the times of Leonid Ilyich's rule will be called stagnant. Although the country continued to develop, albeit not as quickly as under Stalin. But the BAM was built, gas pipelines from Siberia to Europe, Soligorsk and other cities were built. Not all the bad things were connected with Brezhnev. Moreover, in 1969 Leonid Ilyich was not yet old, he was only sixty-two years old, and he was not senile. And his team was strong - especially Prime Minister Kosygin.

The country is on the rise, and its nuclear potential is almost equal to the American one, and in conventional weapons, the ground forces of the USSR significantly surpass the USA, especially in tanks. America has an advantage only in large, surface ships, and bomber aircraft. And in tanks, the USSR has an advantage of almost five times the number. And perhaps also in quality. Soviet tanks are smaller in size than American ones, but better armored, armed and faster.

Yes, it is true that American tanks are more comfortable for the crews, and they have a more convenient control system. The newest vehicles are controlled by joysticks. But this is not so significant. More space for the crews increased the size of the vehicle and reduced its armor properties.

But after the air attack wave had petered out, and dozens of Chinese attack aircraft, or more precisely more than two hundred, had been shot down and destroyed, tanks went into the attack. These were mostly old Soviet tanks. Among them, there were even T-34-85s, some T-54s, and very few T-55s. China does not have any later Soviet T-62 or T-64 vehicles at all. There are some copied T-54s, but there are few of them and their armor quality is much worse than the Soviet ones, and not only in protection, but in the reliability of the diesel engine, optics, and much more.

But the Chinese's greatest weakness is the number of tanks and vehicles. So, like in ancient times, they are going in large masses of infantry. True, we must give them credit: the Chinese are brave and do not spare their lives. And they break through in some places.

By the way, in the area of the city of Dalniy, the commanders of the Celestial Empire gathered a group of armored vehicles and sent it in a wedge.

The children are certainly waiting for this. The pioneer battalion is assembled. Some of the kids, however, have already begun to freeze. Both boys and girls have begun to put on felt boots and warm clothes.

Oleg and Margarita, like immortal children, remained barefoot. Some boys and girls endured and remained in shorts and light, summer dresses, with bare feet. Really, why do they need clothes and boots? It is possible to do so.

Oleg, as an immortal highlander, is of course invulnerable, and his legs and body feel only a slight chill from the snow and icy wind. Like the chill from ice cream, which you can't call unpleasant. Or like when you walk barefoot in the snow in a dream. There is some chill, but it's not scary at all.

In any case, you can hear the clanking of tracks and the movement of tanks. The first to go are the IS-4 old Soviet vehicles. There are only five of them. This is a heavy tank of the USSR from the post-war years. It is well protected even from the sides, but it is morally obsolete. It weighs sixty tons, and its 122-mm cannon is also not the best in terms of novelty and rate of fire. But these are the heaviest tanks and, by tradition, at the tip of the wedge.

Behind them are the T-55s, the best machines that China has in service. Then the Soviet-made T-54s, and then the same tank, already produced in the Celestial Empire. But their quality is, of course, worse. And at the very end are the weakest machines in terms of armor and armament - the T-34-85.

Here comes this army.

But children also have many small cars with powerful charges, and missiles that can hit both air and ground targets.

And so the brutal battle begins. Oleg and Margarita run, flashing their bare, red from the cold heels, launching rockets. The other boys and girls do the same. And the flight occurs with deadly force. And the rockets fly, hitting the tanks.

The first to be hit were the former Soviet, now Chinese IS-4s. They were hit by missiles filled with sawdust and coal dust, trivially breaking into small fragments and detonating.

The vehicles were quite large, squat, and in appearance reminiscent of the German Royal Tigers, except that the barrel was shorter, but thicker.

And all five vehicles were instantly destroyed by missiles from a distance.

And their fragments burned and smoked.

Then the young warriors took on the more advanced and dangerous T-55.

And they also started to hit them with rockets. The children acted quickly. Some of them even took off their felt boots and now flashed barefoot.

The children's bare feet turned scarlet like the feet of geese. And it was quite funny.

Oleg, launching another missile at the Chinese vehicles that Mao sent against the USSR, noted:

-Here are the largest socialist countries fighting each other for the amusement of the Americans.

Margarita angrily stamped her bare, childish foot, launched three rockets at once and noted:

- These are Mao's ambitions. He wants the glory of a great conqueror.

Indeed, the head of China was very much insecure. He wanted greatness, but the years were passing. Yes, Mao was already great, but he was still a long way from the glory of Stalin or Genghis Khan. And at his age, both Genghis Khan and Stalin had already died. But they had written themselves into world history as the greatest. And Mao really wanted to surpass them. But what was the easiest way to do that?

Defeating the USSR, of course. Especially now that it is ruled by Leonid Brezhnev, who adopted the doctrine of not using nuclear weapons first. So Mao has a chance to at least grab Soviet lands up to the Urals. And then his empire will become the largest in the world.

And the war has begun. And many millions of soldiers have been thrown into battle. And there are not just millions of them, but tens of millions. And it must be said that the majority of Chinese do not spare their lives. And they rush to the Soviet positions like soldiers in the game "Entente".

But the Russian troops were ready. But still, such a large advantage in numbers, it is simply impossible to contain. Literally, the machine guns jam. And some special ammunition is needed against such a large number of infantry.

Oleg and the other kids are destroying tanks for now. And the missiles burned and destroyed all the T-55s and took on worse machines. And they're pounding them.

Oleg, who had knowledge of the future, thought that attacks on bugs and motorcycles would be more problematic. But China currently has even less of this than tanks. And this makes defense easier.

And the tanks don't crawl very fast on the snow. And the Chinese vehicles themselves lag behind the Soviet ones that were bought or transferred.

However, children launch new rockets. Also, kindergarten cars, slightly modified into combat kamikazes, go into battle.

The battle flared up with new, furious force. The number of destroyed Chinese tanks had already exceeded a hundred. And their number continued to increase.

Oleg noted with a sweet look:

- Advanced technology is better than advanced ideology.

And the guys launched new machines. Here are two T-54s that collided head-on and started to explode. Actually, the Chinese machines move much slower than the Soviet ones. The battle is simply escalating.

Margarita also gave out something extremely lethal with her bare toes. And the cars explode with their turrets torn off.

The girl sang:

The Wehrmacht's back was broken in battle,

Bonaparte froze all his ears...

We gave NATO a good slap in the face,

And China was squeezed between the pines!

And again, with her bare fingers, she pressed the joystick buttons with her incredible strength. This is truly a terminator girl.

These are such wonderful children. And again the Chinese tanks are burning. And they are torn apart. And the torn rollers are rolling on the snow. The fuel is flowing out flaming, such a flame. And the snow is really melting. This is truly the impact of young fighters. And the number of destroyed tanks is already approaching the third hundred.

Oleg thought while fighting... Stalin was certainly a beast. But in November of 1942, taking into account the loss of population in the territories occupied by the fascists, he had fewer human resources than Putin had in 1922. Nevertheless, in two and a half years, Stalin liberated territories six times larger than the whole of Ukraine together with Crimea. And Putin, having started the war first and holding the initiative, in five years - twice as long as Stalin after the Stalingrad turning point was unable to take even the Donetsk region completely under the control of Russian troops. So who will doubt that Stalin is a genius and Putin is still a long way from him.

But Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev - it is generally accepted that he is soft-bodied, weak-willed, does not shine with intellect or any abilities. Will he be able to stand up to Mao and his most populous country in the world?

Plus there is also the danger of the US and the Western world helping the Chinese, primarily with weapons. Even now, the enemy's superiority in infantry is not having the best effect.

It's true that the number of tanks destroyed by their children's battalion alone has reached the fourth hundred. Self-propelled guns are also visible further on.

The Chinese have them outdated too. They try to fire on the move. Which is quite dangerous. But child warriors prefer to hit them from a distance. And it pays off.

All new Chinese cars are burning.

Oleg noted with a smile:

- Mao starts and loses!

Margarita objected:

- It's not that simple, the great helmsman has too many pawns!

The young highlander nodded:

- Yes, pawns are not nuts - they are future queens!

The children once again used the bare toes of their small but very nimble feet in battle.

The boy Seryozhka noted:

- We're giving China a hard time!

Margarita corrected:

- We are not fighting with the Chinese people, but with their ruling, adventurous elite.

Oleg nodded in agreement:

- It's even somehow unpleasant to kill the Chinese! You could say it's scary. After all, they're not bad guys!

And the young warrior launched a missile into the attack on the self-propelled guns.

The boy Sasha, pressing with his bare fingers the button that launched another children's car with explosives, noted:

- Well, their girls are pretty good too!

Among the Chinese self-propelled guns there were also those with 152 mm howitzers. They tried to shoot at children from a distance. And some boys and girls even got small scratches from the explosions of fragmentation landmines. But there was protection here too - protective stones that reduced the probability of fragments and shells hitting children. And it must be said that it worked.

And the young battalion suffered virtually no losses.

Oleg noted with a sweet smile:

- This is how we work...

More than five hundred Chinese tanks and self-propelled guns had already been destroyed, and this was impressive. Let the young warriors disperse.

This is a real dance of death.

Margarita, this girl gave a kick with her bare, round heel and noted:

Woe to him who fights,

With a Russian girl in battle...

If the enemy goes berserk,

I'll kill that bastard!

Finally, the Chinese ran out of armor, and then came the infantry. And this is the greatest force. There is a lot of it and it comes in a thick avalanche like locusts. This is truly a battle of titans.

The child heroes used special missiles with glass fragments soaked in poison against the personnel. And they really did knock out a lot of Mao's soldiers. But they continued to press on like a toad on a wriggle.

Oleg launched it with the help of a child's bare foot and noted:

- We must stand firm in any case!

Margarita noted:

- And they weren"t the ones who beat them!

The boy-terminator remembered computer games. How they mowed down the advancing enemy infantry. They did it very effectively. In "Entente", even the most aggressive meat assault will not be able to overcome a solid line of pillboxes. And there is a deadly effect on the infantry.

And you mow it down not even by the thousands, but by the tens of thousands. And it really worked.

And the children launched high-explosive fragmentation rockets. And then they used children's cars with explosives.

Oleg thought that the Germans couldn't afford something like that during World War II. They didn't have that much manpower. However, the Nazis had problems with tanks too.

But China is a special country, and there they never took human material into account. And they used it up without any problems.

And now the infantry keeps coming and coming... And the child heroes are driving it out.

Oleg remembered that in the Entente there is no limit on ammunition consumption. And any tank can fire literally forever. Or a bunker. So in this game you can mow down a billion infantrymen.

But in a real war, ammunition is not endless. And won't the Chinese throw corpses at them?

And they keep climbing and climbing. And the mounds of corpses really do grow. But the boys and girls continue to fire. And they do it very accurately.

Well, and of course they also put into use hybrids of crossbows and machine guns. Let's mow down the Chinese. They are working very actively.

In other areas, the fighting is no joke either. Both Grads and machine guns are used against enemy infantry. And among them, for example, dragons are used that fire five thousand bullets per minute. This is very effective against infantry. And the Chinese do not spare their personnel. And they suffer colossal losses. But they still climb and storm.

Natasha, for example, and her friends are working with dragons on the Chinese infantry. This is truly an indomitable onslaught. And whole mountains of corpses are falling. It's just some kind of horror.

Zoya, another warrior, notes:

- These are the bravest guys, but their management has clearly gone crazy!

Victoria, firing from the Dragon machine gun, noted:

- This is simply a hellish effect!

Svetlana pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes and noted:

- Let's take our enemies seriously!

The girls held the defense very steadfastly. But then the "Dragons" machine guns began to overheat. And they were cooled by a special liquid. And the shots were extremely accurate. The bullets found their targets in this dense horde.

Natasha noted while mowing down the Chinese:

- What do you think, girls, if there is another world?

Zoya, continuing to fire at the Chinese, replied:

- Maybe there is! In any case, something exists besides the body!

Victoria, who was leading the merciless fire, agreed:

- Of course it does! After all, we fly in our dreams. And what is that if not a memory of the soul's flight?

Svetlana, who is a sucker for Chinese, agreed:

- Yes, most likely that's how it is! So, having given up the ends, we don't die for good!

And the dragons continued their devastating influence. And it was truly deadly, one could say.

Soviet attack aircraft appeared in the sky. They began dropping fragmentation rockets to destroy the infantry.

The Chinese aviation is weak, and therefore Soviet planes can bomb with almost impunity.

But the Celestial Empire does have some fighters, and they enter the battle. And a striking effect occurs.

Akulina Orlova shoots down a couple of Chinese planes and sings:

Heaven and earth are in our hands,

Let communism win...

The sun will dispel fear,

Let the ray of light shine!

And the girl took it again and gave it a kick with her bare, round heel. That's how much power came out.

Anastasia Vedmakova also fights. She looks no older than thirty, but she fought during the Crimean War, remembering the reign of Nicholas I. Yes, that's what a sorceress she is. And she shot down a record number of German planes during World War II. True, her exploits were not appreciated at the time.

Anastasia first shoots down Chinese planes in the sky, and then strikes the infantry with rockets. In fact, the enemy has too many personnel. And he takes colossal damage, but still pushes and pushes.

Anastasia noted with a sad look:

- We have to kill people and in huge quantities!

Akulina agreed:

- Yes, it"s unpleasant, but we are fulfilling our duty to the USSR!

And the girls, having dropped the last bombs on the infantry, flew off to reload. They are such active and cool warriors.

They used all types of weapons against the Chinese infantry. They also used flamethrowers. Which caused significant losses to the enemy. More precisely, the Chinese died in the hundreds of thousands, but continued to climb. And they showed their outstanding class in bravery, but a minus in technology and strategy. However, the battles were raging aggressively.

Oleg again used his know-how, an ultrasonic device. It was made up of ordinary milk bottles. But they had a simply deadly effect on the Chinese. So their bodies turned into carrion, and a pile of protoplasm. And metal, bones and meat were mixed together.

It seemed like the ultrasound was roasting the Chinese troops alive. And that was really, really scary.

Margarita licked her lips and noted:

- A magnificent hat-trick!

The boy Seryozhka noticed:

- It's just scary looking! They're like bacon!

Oleg laughed and replied:

- It is mortally dangerous to mess with us! May communism be in great glory!

And the children stamped their bare, sharpened feet in unison.

And the Soviet Union's strategic bombers began to hit the Chinese. They dropped heavy bombs with napalm that covered many hectares at once. And it looked simply monstrous. Let's say the impact was extremely aggressive.

And when such a bomb falls, the fire literally engulfs a huge crowd.

Oleg sang with enthusiasm:

We will never give up, believe me,

Believe me, we will show courage in battle...

After all, God Svarog is for us - Satan is against us,

And we glorify the Almighty Rod!

Margarita threw a large, deadly pea of death and squeaked:

- May the Mother of Russian Gods Lada be glorified!

And again the ultrasonic device struck, and missiles flew at the Chinese. They hit them with glass and needles. And now the warriors of the Celestial Empire could not withstand the great losses and began to give in back. Tens of thousands of charred and peeling corpses were left lying on the field.

The boy Sashka chirped wittily:

- Field, field, field - who has littered you with dead bones!

Oleg and Margarita exclaimed in unison:

- We! Glory to the USSR! Glory to Communism and the bright future!

. CHAPTER #21.

Carleson grinned and cooed:

- Well, I've already woven my story. It's long enough for you to skip me.

The spirits shook, swayed and answered:

- No, this is not very interesting, let's do more!

Carleson whistled and answered:

- Well, let the wise Helen tell it for me!

The genius girl nodded and replied:

- I'll do it with pleasure!

And the beauty coughed and began to weave her story:

Ares and his team are now fighting in space. And this is really a children's special forces unit. The young warriors have dispersed into two-seater fighters. Ares is paired with a girl named Alice, a former countess. His right hand, Napoleon's former marshal Phobos-Dau, is on the same team with Jeanne, also not a simple girl in her past life, who stole the queen's diamond necklace.

Other child special forces soldiers also flew powerful fighter jets.

Ares, a boy of about twelve, very muscular, tanned, in only swimming trunks, was lying down in a machine that looked like a flattened stingray, transparent as glass. His partner was only in a bikini. The children fought barefoot, and of course they used their feet in battle, pressing the joystick buttons. The fighter was armed quite decently. A hypergravity cannon on the nose of the machine. Six ultralaser machine guns, a hyperbeam mobile cannon on each side. Plus tiny poppy seed-sized, but very powerful thermopreon missiles. That is, when they are used, the process of preon fusion is triggered. One such tiny missile contains the power of a hundred atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima.

That is, the space army in the Hell-Universe is equipped with the latest technology. And these fighters cover the force fields of one and a half dimensions, which force matter to move in one direction. As we see, possessing omnipotence, Messir reproduced the wildest fantasies of people with his practically infinite power in the Hell-Universe. So the Underworld is not so much a place of torment as entertainment.

And for example, the star battle is a very interesting epic and heroic saga.

On one side is the fleet of the Ruby Empire, and on the other is the Sapphire Empire. Moreover, technologically they are approximately equal. And this makes the battle competitive and interesting. Ares, in this case, fights on the side of the Ruby Empire. And on the opposite side is his brother Mars. Also born of Margarita, only from a different demon. The daughter of the devil cannot become pregnant from a common man. Only if he is a very strong and extraordinary sorcerer, or has the blood of demons, or angels can offspring arise. Ares and Mars are about the same age - a couple of years difference. Mars is a little older, and he is fiery red-haired like his father, and Ares has golden hair like his mother. Both are eternal boys, who are always twelve, pre-teen age, almost teenagers. Such, when you are still in the very frenzy of childhood, on the eve of adulthood. But already capable of much, including feats.

Mars also did a lot of things. He and his brother often helped Russia win together, but not always. During the war with Japan, Mars spent some time in Port Arthur and was recalled to prevent Tsarist Russia from becoming a world hegemon. It should be noted that the Russian Empire was a more stable formation than other powers due to the fact that the titular nation oppressed national minorities to a lesser extent. In this regard, the Russian Empire was more tolerant than others, both to other faiths and to other peoples, and it had weaker centrifugal tendencies than the British Empire, the Ottoman Empire, the Roman Empire and many others. Therefore, if Tsar Nicholas had defeated Japan, the Chinese could well have become Russian subjects and coexisted well with the Russians, gradually assimilating and becoming imbued with the ideas of Orthodoxy and Autocracy. And with China under its control, Russia would have become so strong in terms of population and soldiers that it could have conquered the entire world. Which was not part of Messire-Satan's plans!

Now Ares and Alice checked the onboard computer to see if their space fighter was fully charged with energy. And they got a positive answer. Napoleon Bonaparte's best marshal Phobos-Davout, together with Jeanne, and they too, in the bodies of children, shuffling their bare feet, launched a large, combat-power reactor.

And here are the two-seater fighters making intricate zigzags. They are very maneuverable and practically devoid of inertia. But their opponents are also very technologically advanced. So the fight is expected to be on equal terms.

Like planets, the menacing flagships of the grand battleships are approaching. They are huge, round, studded with gun barrels and emitter antennas. Similar in size to starships, like asteroids.

And they also had force fields of cover that shimmered like transparent spheres.

Moving nearby were smaller monsters, just grand battleships, and even smaller teardrop-shaped battleships. But also, of course, huge, a couple of kilometers in diameter and a little more in length. Further, decreasing, grand cruisers and approximately the same drenouts and battleships. Also cruisers of the first class, second, third, frigates, brigantines, destroyers, torpedo boats, somewhat larger counter-torpedo boats. Starships of streamlined, of course, forms. There were also special cross-ships here, similar to sharpened naked daggers. Smaller missile boats and fighters from three to single and even unmanned.

Such was the army that had gathered on both sides. The troops consisted of biorobots created by Satan. On the side of the Ruby constellation, beautiful elven girls, like human ones, but with lynx ears, and on the side of the Sapphire constellation, also very beautiful troll girls, also similar to human ones, only with eagle noses. A wonderful team had gathered.

And a battalion of eternal children on both sides, in whom the souls of sinners were embodied. That was the grandiose performance that Satan put on.

The fleets on both sides are huge and look impressive. And scattered across the black velvet of the vacuum are like diamond, ruby, samphire, emerald, topaz, agate scatterings of stars. And they sparkle and shimmer.

From a distance, the flagship grand battleships launch missiles. They rush at great speed. And explode, making blinding flashes. And it is as if supernovas are igniting in the vacuum of the Universe-Hell. And they blaze, shaking the surface. And the cruisers jump up and begin to spin and fly up, like floats on the crest of a wave.

There was this crash, and two Ruby Constellation battleships collided, just like three Sapphire Constellation dreadnoughts. And there was detonation and explosions.

The ships caught fire inside. Flames ran along the corridors, and red and orange tongues grabbed the girls by their bare, round, pink heels. And the girls literally screamed.

Ares noted, winking at Alice:

- See how great it turns out!

The girl countess replied:

- A magnificent passage!

And the eternal children pressed the joystick buttons with their bare feet, and their fighters accelerated.

Here, too, the enemy was closing in. A wave was approaching. And oncoming tornadoes.

Mars was moving from the Sapphire constellation. This fiery red-haired boy was very muscular, tanned, handsome. With him was his partner Stella, who in her past life was a real devil. And now she looks like a cute, though muscular blonde girl. That's how the team appeared.

Mars also left its mark on Earth here and there. In particular, during the First World War it helped the Germans break through the front on the southern flank. And then in 1915 everything fell apart. And this became the cause of the catastrophe of the tsarist army.

And the further revolution. Then, under Nicholas II, Russia could become a hegemon in the future. Moreover, the collapse of colonial empires was inevitable, which meant that the tsarist state became the largest in both population and territory.

Mars and Stella really screwed the Russians over back then. True, his mother Margarita didn't participate in it. And that can be counted as a positive.

Here the little devil boy makes a fancy move and shoots down the first target. And the two-seater car burns with blue flame. And falls apart. And the elf deintegrates. She has no immortal soul. She is a biorobot.

Although the girls are not quite alive, you can't tell them apart from the real thing. And they are so beautiful with well-defined muscles. They only have high breasts covered with thin strips of fabric and tight panties. And of course, everything else is naked and beautiful. And their teeth sparkle like pearls. These are truly devilishly seductive babes.

Mars licked his lips and noted:

- It's a shame to scatter such beauty onto photons!

Stella remarked with a sweet look:

- But this makes the game even more interesting!

Ares, on the other hand, also disabled the fighter with a precise hit from his laser cannons and sang:

The animals trembled,

Fainted...

The wolves are frightened,

They ate each other!

Alice, that eternal girl, chirped:

Poor crocodile,

Swallowed the toad!

And the elephant was all trembling,

And so she sat on the hedgehog!

And the young couple burst out laughing. These were really child terminators. And how they moved. They did an anti-barrel roll, and another fighter caught fire, then a fox snake, and the Sapphire Constellation machines collided like ships at sea.

A grand battle was taking place in a vacuum. Everything was flashing, sparking, turning over, splitting and crumbling. And you won't see such a fireworks display from countless cosmic explosions at every celebration. Such a wonderful whirlwind began.

And so the first two flagship grand battleships collided head-on and began to push each other. And they began to butt. And the butting was aggressive. The force fields cracked from the tension and sparked strongly. How deadly and unique it all looked. Total destruction was underway.

Ares performed another maneuver with Alice. And another fighter was burning. And it was as if a special wave was covering it. And the fire rose in violet flame. This is truly ultra-fire.

Ales took it and sang:

Sato is raging in rage,

The enemy moved his regiments forward,

But that's what we're little devils for,

We will meet the weak with hostility!

And again their two-seater fighter turned into a whirlwind. And it fired beams of hyperplasm. And all sorts of wisps of hot hyper and ultra matter jumped around the vacuum. Now that was really going wild. And you could see how the frigates were sending beams of energy at each other. And how much it was slashing and burning everything.

The girls on both sides of the ship are very shapely. Press slabs on the stomach, luxurious hips, waists narrowed like wine glasses, high, lush and at the same time elastic breasts. And teeth sparkling with large pearls. And the smells from the girls are so, frankly, appetizing. That neither a fairy tale nor a pen can describe. And the necks of the fair sex are strong and developed.

And imagine that on the ships they are only females. And their long hair flutters in the wind. And what kind of hair is not there: blue, yellow, blue, red, green, purple, speckled and multi-colored. The commanders' girls also have precious jewelry. Earrings with diamonds and bracelets on their wrists and ankles, strewn with gems, sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow.

These are truly warriors of the highest class. And they run and rush, slapping their graceful, bare, very seductive and sexy legs.

They are charming. And when a bare foot with a cool bend is licked by a red flame and smells of fried shashlik, it excites even more and makes you flare your nostrils.

The grand battleships exchange shots. And they fire from emitters. And how everything blazes so beautifully and powerfully. And there are explosions and destructions. And like fountains they disappear into the black velvet of the vacuum.

One of the girls was cut in half. And from the other, only her charming, tanned, muscular legs remained. And the rest of her body evaporated into hyperplasm.

This really gave in to destruction and annihilation. And the shooting was so hot and terrifying.

The cruiser just split apart after a precise hit, and the fragments, which were also on fire, flew in all directions. That was a precise destruction.

A large hole appeared in the flagship grand battleship, which gaped like an abyss or chasm. And in it, along the edges, lights and orange reflections blazed. And how it all figuratively shimmered.

The warrior girls were spinning around the guns. And they were loading them with streams of something destructive, annihilating. After that, the guns were triggered and they hit with colossal acceleration. And they were dispersing the enemy ships. And they were causing revolutions and destruction and death.

And here you can see how the girls' muscular bodies tense up as the mechanism of the hyperlaser mortar rotates. And how it pounds and smashes the enemy with the ejected clot of energy. And such a mess is produced in the formation of combat units from this.

And again the metal is torn apart, and fires occur with great intensity. And the metal splashes in iridescent drops, which are so large. Ultra plasma splashes in a vacuum.

Alice noted, having shot down another fighter:

- The power of Satan is with us!

Ares confirmed:

- Messire is the very perfection of the embodiment of human fantasies!

The cross-ships were releasing murderous waves. And they were piercing something armored and burning through, like a red-hot needle through oil. Such was the incomparable power here, such mighty radiations. When a starship, similar to a naked dagger, is triggered, something destructive and unique happens.

And time after time the combat kit detonates. And again destructive explosions follow, and the metal literally warps.

And the girls, scorched by the flame, scream. There are beautiful elves and troll females too. And how the diamond earrings and tiaras sparkle on the girls. And how tempting are the curves of their luxurious, almost naked hips. And when their elastic waists bend in a captivating movement during the fight.

Mars also performs a sweep. And makes a turn. And his fighter makes a Fockey-Wend. And he brings down such blows on the enemy. And another fighter immediately turns over and splits.

Stella giggled and noted:

- I'm a cascade girl!

And also carries out a tortuous twist. And so the girls from the starships did something. And it went and went in an armed style.

And the cruisers move again. And they deal each other crushing blows. And they break through the thickness of armor and force fields. The one and a half voltage under colossal pressure destroys.

Mars notes with an excited wink:

- Great space - we are the coolest!

Stella remarked with a sweet look:

- And your brother is not bad either! Isn't he?

In response, the fiery red-haired boy sang:

Traps, threats, ambushes,

Every step, every step...

Such a paradox even for a brother,

I can't trust!

Traps at every step!

And indeed, their fighter was hit, and in the transparent cabin, it really did get much hotter. Now that's a really cool-sized fighter. And one of the flagship grand battleships, having received many hits, really began to burn and crumble. And the debris from it kept flaring up, and the vacuum fields crackled. And one explosion followed another. It seemed that the world had turned upside down. And again the vacuum shook.

The brigantines were maneuvering. They were trying to find the right strategy. And they were dumping a lot of energy. Which was rising and catching fire.

And the flames warped the armor. And the barrels literally twisted into tubes. And it continued to burn. And when beauties get into a stream of hyperplasma, it is trivially terrible. And it starts to burn so much that you don"t have time to recharge the freezing devices.

Ares and Alice, carrying out their intricate maneuvers, took and set fire to the boat. And a hole appeared on its starboard side, into which rays gushed. And the little devils threw a pea of death with hyperantimatter. It flew into the boat with missiles. And as it sucked on the reactor, it exploded. A colossal explosion was heard. And something red-hot and burning lashed out.

And again, it just takes off and catches fire, like gunpowder. And then detonation.

Ares and Alice barely had time to take their fighter away to avoid the flash of a miniature supernova. And this, indeed, if it hits, it hits.

The boy and girl squeaked:

A hand emerged from the swamp mud,

It will squeeze the kid's throat with a death grip!

And the monster children laughed again for the umpteenth time. These are truly fighting cubs. And they have so much life and shock and burning in them.

Ares went and performed another maneuver - a ragged cobra. And again, machines of all types began to explode. Totalitarian destruction began, armor and gun barrels melted. And such a fiery whirlwind.

Alice noted:

- Incredible clamp and lunge!

Ares added:

- And wicks with bells and whistles!

After which the boy and girl laughed loudly and joyfully.

The space battle was going on with varying success. Like in a military-economic strategy, even when you play for different countries, their chances are approximately equal. Although there are nuances. For example, in "Cossacks" more than half of the countries and nations are not transferred from the seventeenth century to the eighteenth. So in it everyone is equal, but some are more equal.

And here is a real approximate technological and numerical balance. And here are a couple more grand battleships and several cruisers on both sides began to fall apart and burn.

Mars remembered how he and his brother Ares, in one of the virtual worlds, helped Nicholas II in a double in the war with Japan. The boys simply took hyperblasters in their hands and went to crush the samurai. And with them were Alice and Stella - the girls also used ultrasonic machine guns. And the eternal children were covered by a force field that reflected all bullets and shells.

Here they went through the Japanese. First they killed the troops that were besieging Port Arthur. And then the army of the Land of the Rising Sun in Manchuria.

And the siege was lifted. And a squadron with new battleships came from the Baltic. And it united with the previous one. It seemed that it was possible to seize the advantage at sea, but it was not to be. The very first battle was unsuccessful, the battleship Oslyabi sank, and the other ships were seriously damaged.

Apparently Rozhdestvensky is a truly lousy commander. And the eternal children had to intervene again. And they swam up in a submarine and turned on the ultrasonic cannon. And they started aiming it at the battleships. And they first warped and bent, from a straight line they twisted into an arc. And then the battleships burst and, scooping up the wave with their sides, sank. So Ares and Mars sank all the large ships of That One and the admiral himself. And he went to the bottom.

After which they returned to the shore, where the children had a feast with cakes and chocolate cocktails.

As a result, the war with Japan was won. There was no revolution, and absolute monarchy remained in Russia. And economic growth was large and rapid. And even the Germans were afraid to fight, and there was no First World War. True, there was a revolution in Austria-Hungary and it fell apart. And as a result, Galicia and Bukovina became part of the Russian Empire without a war. And that was great. But as they say, Satan had his own plans in the real world.

But in the Universe-Hell, why not enjoy a bloody, cosmic war. However, not so much bloody as hyperplasmic.

Here is another grand battleship, oozing holes and exploding, turning into a piece of cheese that melts in a vacuum. And large streams of smoke come from it. And the girls run away, shining with bare, polished soles, like the surface of a mirror. And they are almost naked and very beautiful. The warriors have tender, youthful faces, and the eagle noses of the female trolls and the lynx ears of the elven girls do not spoil the impression at all.

And how their diamond earrings sparkle on their ears. And the beauties smell of expensive perfume. And on their ankles and wrists sparkle gold and bright orange metal bracelets, strewn with gems sparkling in all the colors of the rainbow.

And so this cosmic showdown happens. And the girls are so sparkling and fast. And the exchange of fierce blows continues. Thermopreon missiles explode, flaring up like hyperplasma balls. And there is literally a hellish whirlwind. Some space destroyers release gases. And they spread through the vacuum like ball lightning. And they detonate, and the energy beams bend. Now that's great.

Metal burns and many layers of armor peel off from grand battleships and other large ships.

Ares and Alice again performed a skillful maneuver and knocked out a rather large machine. And then they attacked the space brigantine. They did it very skillfully. And they made lunges, twists and turns. And how these eternal children reproduced everything wonderfully. And the turret with rotating guns at the brigantine caught fire.

Ares squeaked:

- How wonderful it is to fight like this!

Alice agreed:

- Better than on the computer!

And the children pressed the joystick buttons with their bare, round heels. And again, five burning rays fly out and fall on the tail of the brigantine. Right into the nozzle of the hyperplasmic thrust. And the enemy begins to rattle and explode. How it literally lights up and collapses.

Ares noted with a satisfied look:

In battle I have no shame,

If the job is done cleanly...

Even a robber can be an artist,

Respect talent, respect talent,

Respect talent, gentlemen!

Alice noted with a chuckle, clicking her bare toes, which the girl had small and graceful:

- Many can do that! But could you, like Stalin, raise Russia from the plough to atomic weapons?

Ares noted:

- I, having at the beginning five slave girls and a thousand units of all resources, made such extraordinary changes that an empire the size of a universe arose.

Alice, seeing that the brigantine had finally caught fire and was beginning to detonate and explode and split into pieces, squealed with fury:

Great light of the empire,

Gives happiness to all people...

In the universe immeasurable...

You won't find anyone more beautiful!

Here Phobos-Davu answered via hologram:

- If an empire arises on earth, then Jesus will come with a sword and chop everyone down!

Zhanna added:

The French cannot stand this humiliation,

We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...

We will not tolerate insults any longer,

We'll smash everyone who's bold into pieces!

And how he laughs.

These are the eternal children who laugh and bare their teeth in the Underworld-Universe. But let's be honest, Hell is a fun and even cool place. Such are the entertainments in it. And here you are setting fire to another enemy starship. And how sweet and aggressively sexy the girls are. And they have chocolate from the tan,

and shiny, like polished bronze skin. Well, what could be better than the girls, of which there are many millions here.

It's even a pity that they are being used up. But the Almighty Messir can produce such biorobots in huge quantities. So there is nothing to worry about. And just like in a computer game, new girls are made here. Even in primitive human games, warrior units are produced in huge quantities. And this is truly a huge force. And a spectacle of that force.

Ares and Alice performed the Class C anti-barrel maneuver again. And the two fighters exploded at once. And they shattered into the smallest fragments. And you could see the troll girl fly out. She began to hover and swivel her hips.

The boy-terminator licked his lips and sang:

Girls are different,

Blue, white, red...

But everyone worships the Devil,

And they don"t repent in Hell!

The battle in space was very spectacular. The flashes sometimes had up to a million different shades. Any felt-tip pen is extremely far from this. And how it lights up and shows a delightful twist.

And girls whose eyes are sapphire, emerald, ruby, topaz, agate, simply amaze the imagination.

Here Ares, having completed the destruction of another fighter, noted:

- Maybe I should wrestle with my little brother?

Alice giggled and replied:

- This is a good idea! We will fight for a bright tomorrow, and that means butting heads!

Phobos-Davout took it and asked:

- Which tank is stronger, the IS-2 or the Tiger-2?

Ares laughed and replied:

- And the tank I'll be playing on! And that, let's say, will be cool!

Alice raised her foot, and the boy and girl hit their bare heels together so hard that sparks flew.

Phobos-Davout noted:

- You and your brother are about equal. And you will maneuver against each other for a long time, which will make it boring.

The little devil grinned and asked:

- What option do you suggest?

Then Zhanna answered:

- Beat those who are weaker!

After which the little devils began to sing in chorus:

We respect the strong,

And we offend the weak!

We are the children of Satan,

Fanged eagles!

Alice laughed and added with fury:

The great monsters of hell await,

Hell is at the gates...

Human raven flock,

With a wild cry he calls to hell!

And the eternal children went and did a loop-the-loop in their fighters. It was both cool and funny. That's what they are, frankly speaking, great monsters. And fighting ones at the same time. Who are capable of a lot. And even somehow these children in real history went down the molehill of time and flogged Alexander the Great, who thought too much of himself. And then he had to kiss the bare feet of girls. That's how they humiliated the one who thought of himself as the son of God, or rather, of many gods of different types and faiths at once.

Now Ares has released a small bomb, the size of a poppy seed, but inside it is a bipreon process of bipreon fusion. And this is serious. How it will all fly into the thick of enemy starships. And so a supernova will flare up near the flagship gross-battleship. And immediately the mass of ships will fly apart in different directions and the force fields will no longer help.

That's how many starships caught fire at once.

But Mars also took and hit with the same poppy seed. And everything also flew in different directions. And the starships exploded and split, and burned, and broke, and crashed, and broke.

These little devil boys are the coolest and most aggressive.

These are truly killer children, born of the coolest, greatest, and strongest Angel in the universe. And they create such things and do miracles of the highest level, of course, on a childish mentality.

The space battle is gradually starting to burn out like a fire. New ships have not yet entered the battle, and the old ones are mutually destroyed. And this is, let's say, great and cool.

Alice released something not so much destructive, but more funny. And a miracle really happens... The star frigate suddenly turned into a large cake covered with multi-colored cream. And there was so much delicious and wonderful in it.

Ares and Alice finally came out when most of the fighters were killed, to their sworn friends. Mars and Stella found them.

Both fighters fired their energy sources and turned away. Then they chirped:

Glory to the bright name of Messira,

Demons and demons are a strong alliance...

We will have our own great messiah,

And we dispel boredom and sadness!

And both fighters began to maneuver. Both boys and both girls were approximately equal in agility and intelligence. And they moved extremely well. And they moved as if written. Now that's children's special forces. And they poke themselves. Then they collide with the foreheads of force fields. How deadly and cool it is. However, to say cool is to say nothing, even hyper is not quite suitable for this.

Mars and Ares once fought on the same planet. There Baba Yaga managed to get a breeder and made a lot of rats. And they ran and spun, squealed and bit. The little devils fought the rats in their own way. They began to turn them into big candies and chocolate bars with condensed milk and honey. How beautiful it was indeed. And then they transformed them all. And then this happened. How delicious the rat candies were. And the eternally young little devils turned Baba Yaga herself into a big, golden glass of ice cream. And they sprinkled this ice cream with chocolate powder and a lot of other tasty things with strawberries.

The children were so happy and it was extremely fun and delicious for them.

Then both boys, for a change, made life-size sugar jelly rolls out of the rats. How delicious and cool it is! And if you also whip up some lollipops...

Then both brothers had fun. And now they are trying to get behind each other. And again they collide and deliver lethal counterattacks. And they are trying to catch each other out on a mistake.

Phobos-Davout noted:

- I remember at Austerlitz Napoleon managed to catch his opponents in a mistake. And it was so great!

Zhanna noted with a satisfied look:

- It's good that it's not cool! The word cool already grates on the ear from frequent repetition.

Ares nodded his head, and it sparkled like gold leaf:

- Yes, the best word to use is quasar!

Alice, while performing the maneuver, clarified:

- Or even better, hyperquasar!

After which the child warriors began to whistle and stick out their tongues at each other. And their eyes sparkled. And then Mars, shaking his head with a laugh, noted:

- We are not that small. I remember, for example, how I pulled Stalin out of a quagmire when he was still a boy Soso

Ares remarked angrily:

- This boy was bad. He loved to torture animals. And that speaks of a vile character!

And the child warriors sang in chorus:

The first thawed patch -

They hit Stalin in the face!

After which there was laughter again. And the young barefoot team was having fun. Mars even suggested:

- Would you like to play chess? Maybe even hyperchase?

Alice answered with a smile:

-I like hyperchase better! There are more figures there, and there are a couple of jesters on both sides, so funny.

Ares chuckled and noted:

- What, it's a complicated game. When my brother and I play regular chess, it always ends in a draw. But the soul demands something unusual!

Zhanna sang:

Your soul aspired to the heights,

You will be born a cherub...

But if you lived like a pig,

You'll remain an idiot!

And again the children's team laughed. Both boys looked at each other. Then they stared into each other's eyes and exchanged winks. Then they sang:

Messire, like the wings of a falcon,

The light gives hope...

The blow of a steel hammer,

The dawn has dawned upon us!

Holograms of two tanned, very muscular, handsome boys in shorts appeared. They extended their hands to each other and declared:

- Now let's play Hyperchase!

. EPILOGUE

Elena smiled and noted:

- But this time, how about a story?

The spirits answered in chorus:

- In this case it's much better - come in!

The barefoot team, led by Carleson, entered the passage. They moved, stamping their bare feet - children and Helen the Wise. Carleson stamped his heels, as befits a man in his prime, and in sneakers, a wolf in jeans and with a human body. If Svante had known, he would certainly have remembered "Well, just you wait!"

And so the barefoot boy slapped his little feet, with the children's detachment.

Elena noted:

- Koschei didn't have the best idea to fight us. Our kids are the coolest!

It was quite cool in the tunnel, so that the children's bare feet would not freeze, the young squad picked up the pace.

The boy-count noted and sang:

We will go into battle boldly,

For holy Sweden,

And we will shed tears for her,

Young blood!

Elena the Wise, slapping her bare, girlish feet, was the first to jump out of the tunnel. The entire squad followed her. The children grinned and laughed with joy and enthusiasm.

Svante noted:

- It's not far to Koschei!

Carleson muttered:

- Much closer than you think!

Indeed, the nettle stalks growing in front of the children's detachment began to move. And green warriors bristling with spears appeared in front of them.

The boy-count shook his sword and noted:

- Now we'll fight them!

The wise Helen objected:

- There are many of them and they are strong, and you are just children!

Svante noted:

- But these are not real soldiers!

The wise one confirmed:

- Exactly! And you can deal with them without weapons!

The children exclaimed in unison:

- How?

Elena stamped her bare feet and said:

- Repeat after me!

And the wisest girl began to utter catchphrases, and the boys, girls and the wolf in sneakers and jeans repeated after her:

One bullet has the effect of a million curses when fired by a sniper blessed by the higher powers!

The politician's buzzing sounds like a bee promising honey, but in reality the voter will get a flypaper!

A politician has a million reasons why he doesn"t fulfill his promises, but one reason is enough for a voter not to come to the polls!

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and no such thing as a free lunch, but there is free advice everywhere!

It is better to work for a worthy master than to idle away time under one who is unworthy of you - in the first case, your purse will fill up, in the second, your belly will swell!

What is the difference between a head and fame: the latter, even if bad, is not superfluous, but the former, if not smart, is only a burden!

If your mind is not sharp, even the dullest axe will chop off your head!

A sharp eye brings a diamond, but for a dull tale, only God will provide!

You'll howl like a hungry wolf if you're an overfed sheep!

For every blade there is armor, only a sharp mind can overcome any obstacle!

An oak tree has a hollow, and if you are a stump, then you are a complete hole!

Better to be a naked falcon than a plucked chicken!

With her bare feet a woman can get fashionable boots, with her bare chest an expensive necklace, and with her lush hair she can even put a crown on her head!

A fool laughs for no reason, but if you always have a reason to laugh, then you really are a genius!

If you don"t work hard in your studies, you"ll definitely be turned into a barbecue like a sheep!

Anyone who smokes a cigarette makes the future of their health very uncertain!

A cigarette clouds the mind, not even to the point of fog, but to complete darkness!

Tobacco is a health issue, if you smoke tobacco and smoking is over, then you're a good boy!

Don't waste your money, it will hurt you, believe me, I will be forever young, showing health in love!

If you're a tough guy, then you're definitely not a goat in life!

If you don't butt, you'll definitely be thrown into the barbecue like a ram!

If you fight for a just cause, then your opponent is a typical ram!

Even stupid rams and stinking goats can butt heads over nothing, or fight over stupidity, but only a real lion can overcome injustice!

He who does not butt is a calf, but he who sucks two mothers is a typical fox! Conscience is the most expensive commodity that is not for sale - although many are willing to pay extra to get rid of this treasure!