(C) Lukyaneko S.
(C) bows Maxim
(Max-Zx/SURDAKAR/CPU)
(C) Music: Andrew Fer / PhF
THE BALLAD OF EAST brave cops
It came to me, patient reader,
at least not right away, that you still have not heard about
brave element Akbardine and how he
extracted great treasures.
But this story is worthy of recording with an awl on the
back of unbelief, has long troubled my soul.
One day, dark night, when the reliable citizens of the
caliphate brought praise Emir and sank to rest with their
wives, valiant element Akbardin rounds
light the streets, without neglecting however,
dark. He was handsome - strong,
bandy-legged, eyes and his right was zorok.
Peering into the shop Buut al Nazar -
glorious merchant overseas ointments, brave Akbardin felt
someone's nasty breath. Accomplish their job
- For long he wandered the streets of light,
without neglecting and dark, went Akbardin
the smell.
And revealed to me that he saw a dirty punk, sleeping in a
cardboard box from the zamorzkih ointment. Was a punk
of punks with nasty person, a terrible figure and bicycle bell
in his right ear. And the smell of it would have frightened and
more courageous than Akbardin not he suffered at the day from a
cold.
- Get up, dirty punk, disagreeable
Amir! - Exclaimed Akbardin .- For yament from birth - Akbardin
son Aladdin, 'll take you to the infamous Slave Pens.
Dirty punk woke up and cried:
- Who are you laughing infringe on my
dream? Because I'm terrible, waking with a hangover!
But Akbardin took out his baton, and
Punk, dropping to his knees, prayed:
- Oh, do not beat me cold rubber
Akbardin son Aladdin! I'm not just punk,
I'm a punk from the punk! I'll tell you the great
secrets and bring to a myriad sokrovischam!
Just do not hit me in the kidneys, as well as
those places, which tells you a good imagination!
- What can you give me, you dirty
from dirty? - Struck Akbardin. -
Firm my hut, and every day I have
bread and milk, and on Fridays - Hallowed be the name of the
Emir! - Big fish in a small iron cup.
- Oh, I'll give you the power of the
Emir! - Exclaimed punk. - And know the same
I would have got it myself, but my
scrap. You will have as many wives as
permitted, and many concubines, as
want, and so many tasty fish, flooded
tomato sauce, which she did not get into the
your mouth!
- Speak, if you have that
say - have commanded Akbardin. And dirty
punk, but all will be forgotten his name - Kindersyurprizbek,
said:
- Know, the wisest of the elements and
mentoveyshy of the wise, that I descend
from a nice kind Kindersyurprizbekov, yes
He did not become scanty. And I was a nice kid
and good-natured young man until the fate of not punished
my numerous sins. And thinking
that all I permitted, I went on the trip. And I went for a long
time, because he was drunk. And came. I. ..
- And? .. - Exclaimed Akbardin.
- AND! - Threw up his hands dirtier from
punks.
- So what are we waiting for? - Surprised
Akbardin. - My bike is fast, and stick
Rubber! Frightened as ourselves!
And they jumped on the bike the experiment,
and Akbardin sat in front, and despicable of punks, so forget
all of its name, Kindersyurprizbek the back. And the incident
air blew Akbardina, and his breathing
it was easy. A shabby bus creaked to
turns, and the creaking of that was awful.
And I must say, the reader, that in
days of those gathered in the glorious Caliphate
many emirs and kings. Discussed
they are great things, because at that time was over
ENLIGHT. A crowd came together as users,
and hackers, muzakerov and graferov, among whom was yours truly.
And many elements of the great caliphate guarded rest of
them. But when he saw his friend, Akbardina, which is valued
for fun character and integrity in the game of Dizzy 5, they
decided - was wrong.
And having decided, so they jumped on their
motorcycles, and who was not his, to strangers and rushed for
Akbardinom.
Many grains of sand does not belong on the road
how many cops raced for the brave Akbardinom. For the tense was
the situation in caliphate. And seeing them scattered in
ksivniki hippies and rockers pretending to own motorcycles.
And by the end of the third day, when I felt tired, even
the courageous cops arrived and Akbardin Kindersyurprizbek to a
dark cave. A fellow Akbardina behind, because there were so
agile how brave.
- On the element of the police! - Shouted the infamous
punk. - Here it is, the cave of wisdom! And you zacherpnesh it
there so much that he Caliph tearfully embrace you, and appoint
a vizier. And now I'm gone, for me scrap.
- Wait, stinking of my riders! - Akbardin said. - Open -
who wisdom holds, because there is no treasure
without protection!
And shaking punk, drenched in sweat, and
replied:
- No it does not hold, that is me
scary.
- Let's go, - commanded instant Akbardin.
I shall send you forward in order to donate
little value by the body in case of danger.
And Kindersyurprizbek trudged forward,
because no one has yet dared to contradict Akbardinu,
so remember his name!
A cave was dark, as the conscience
sinner, and long, as prigresheniya usovestivshegosya. Three
times he stumbled Kindersyurprizbek, before they came to the
end.
- Here! - Exclaimed the wretched
punk .- Here is the source of wisdom, it beats
key from the diamond cup! Drink the same brave cop, and let me
go to sleep because I'm tired.
- Oh no, the cunning of artful - Akbardin laughed. - Drink
at first myself, because you could have purposed evil against
me.
And punk drank from the spring, because Akbardin was
strong, and his rubber truncheon.
Even I, the patient reader,
never seen this. Their waters
dirty punk scabs and rags became
it is clean and beautiful brow breath.
He looked affectionately at Akbardina and
said:
- Drink, my good friend. Become
you are as handsome as I am, and as wise as
Caliph.
Akbardin shook his head and said:
- Oh, fairest of the punks.
Forbidden me to drink on duty, and honor, I
this law. Better scoop me more
wisdom, and at home after duty, eating
it with podabayuschey snack.
- Interesting decision - said Kindersyurprizbek,
brightened appearance and left the astral plane.
A fellow Akbardina, awaited his friend at the door, do not
even have time to get off the motorcycle when they saw the
light of his countenance. Shel Akbardin firm step, and in his
hands a jar of precious moisture.
- Exhibits -
he said to friends, and sitting on a motorcycle,
sped away, and no one dared to ask again, because it was a
rubber truncheon.
At home, eating a position and have a smoke
forbidden, said presvetly Akbardin wife:
- Tomorrow will be favorites of the Caliph!
And poured himself Akbardin of skins, and
drunk ...
It has been three days and three nights since then.
And here, bypassing the street light (and not ignoring the
dark!) Saw mentoveyshy of ments, but I remember his name -
Akbardin! - A dirty punk.
- What are you doing in the mud and lighter of punks? -
Struck Akbardin.
- What are you doing with this club,
the wisest of the cops? - Sehidnichal Kindersyurprizbek.
Akbardin embarrassed that happened to him
rare, and answered:
- Revealed to me that although I have become
clever vizier, but remained the cops. And will not hear my
words caliph. So I get around to continue the street ...
- A. .. - Extended Kindersyurprizbek.
- Doumnichalsya?
And then the aggrieved Akbardin seized
him by the collar, and brought in the infamous Slave Pens. So
it must be our glorious Caliphate, which is so fond of the
Overseas kings For every punk zapadlo laugh
ments.
Yet in a way Akbardin and Kindersyurprizbek talked about
eternity. And talk them was elevated, as a store Buut al Nazar,
and length, as Cop baton.
... And this is the moral of this story -
even the eating of wisdom, not equal
Caliph. Not allowed.
