Computer novel
We offer you a short story by
game, "Ivan Tsarevich" (C) Michael Greek / G'M,
1995. Those who wish to tinker with this
game, can take advantage of the published
vocabulary and a card that adventyury.
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(C) 1998 by JEDI Provocative
-= Ivan Tsarevich: Where we have =
Perhaps some will wonder: why tatkoy simple adventyure paid
so much attention? Because the purpose of this article -
bring to a text game novices, and
considered adventyura very clearly
demnstriruet this Gendre and passes on
one breath. Having "Ivan Tsarevich"
written with a fair amount of humor, beginning "adventyurschik"
acquire the necessary experience, which can plunge into the
maze of more complex adventyur.
A secondary goal of this same material -
prove that any adventyura deserves
attention to what you, dear readers, can make reading the
novel, "prohodilku. :)
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-= Dictionary and map "Ivan Tsarevich" =
List of words used.
Actions:
Roll to extinguish VIEW VIEW HELP
Hack USE unlock Split OPEN
BLOW INVETAR Redeem KILL unlock
COPA TAKE TO PUT throw SAVE / LOAD
Directions:
NORTH (c) that
SOUTH (SE) to the left
EAST (B) UP
West (W) DOWN
Map adventyury.
Symbols:
! - Risk;
- Up to a specified location;
- Down to the specified location;
- Down to the specified location, but the passage comes off
only after
perform the required actions;
- Go to another location is possible only after
desired action.
December 1911
! Marry-RING
Bah!-Snake
15 keys 14 13 7 8 9
!-Snake
Vasilisa The Dragon Stone Market
1921 June 16, 1910 SWORD
Mace ROPE! Baba
Gnome Yaga
20 17 5
18
Well
22 18 1
19 HORSE
February 23
23
22 24 19
February 18 bulb 3
Casket Kosh. SHOVEL
4
-25 - 26
DINAMIT
! - Yudo 4
2
27 28 29 SCRAP
!-Kashchei
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-= Where we have =
Zhikhar at the sight of the horse just did not spit, yes
only the king would not like it ... And the
just Gutara hooliganism Kashchei:
- ... And now, just now, I'm sitting here in the mansion,
caviar overseas it - lo and behold, and this asshole
in my garden had driven a herd of goats! .. But catch him we
did not have time - left for some miracle of cast iron. Okay,
waved his hand, thought that her kill it - no, now utrechkom
Vasilis stolen! Voivod says He took her to his castle ... So,
guest you were good, Zhiharyushka, but you have to help the
king and father of thy brother's name, Ivan Tsarevich ...
- So where is my bro, then?
- Why, on a visit at Yar-Tur. Says
case studies of war ...
- That's the case, then what! .. I mean, here -
but they are there! - Exclaimed Zhikhar.
- Zhiharyushka, Vasilis something to help out right!
- Implored the king-father.
- Yes ... The brothers will feast, and I am here,
as a fool, I'll be with some Kashcheev mess - sorry to say
hero. - Well, what to do, do not throw as the bride Ivan ...
- Welcome to the verb, well done! - Happy king. - I told you
and the horse in store ...
- That's the horse you are the king-father, said nothing
would! - Outraged Zhikhar.
The horse was, in general, anything - the bay,
high, but too old ...
But the king took the form stupid sheep and wishing good luck
young man, hurriedly set off up the stairs, citing the urgent
affairs of state.
Zhikhar sighed. Glancing eyes
inn and noticed an open cellar
he, without thinking twice, went down.
The first thing that he noticed in the
stale air, was an old chest, standing in a dark corner. But how
many Zhikhar not tinkered with it, trying to crack the one
still stubbornly resisted the heroic
force. Cooled down somewhat, Zhikhar found
dusty oil lamp, which was lying in some dark indentations in
the wall.
Stretching out his hand for a lamp, suddenly saw a hero
instead of deepening the hole and, recklessly stepped back,
turned in a mysterious arch-darkness. After lit the kerosene
stove in his eyes appeared shabby shovel, brazenly replaces the
expected sword.
- Ugh, not her same Kashchei hit something! .. - Zhikhar
muttered, taking a tool and returning back. His sword, he
managed to lose a bet to one a water on the way to Ivan Prince.
Becoming the owner of the shovel, hero unwittingly drew
attention to the earthen floor in the cellar - and only then
with suspicion saw, that he does not carpeted.
Slapping his forehead, Zhikhar immediately began
found a shovel to dig. Creating a yardstick
well, it suddenly occurred to me that all the same
in vain he took indecent for a warrior work, because nothing
ever dig. Angry hero with all his silischey threw the shovel
down, and she happily disappeared, leaving a considerable hole
in the at the bottom of the pit.
- Aha! - Glad Zhikhar, and from all
scale siganuv there, neatly landing
backwards on something hard and narrow. Again
Light a lamp, he saw that sits on a rusty scrap in a secret
basement - but, in addition good target for a soft place here
There was nothing. Taking a scrap Zhikhar repaid
kerosene stove and climbed up into the cellar.
When his eye fell on an already battered them
chest warrior howled with delight and with sadistic smile
cracked Yet this damned chest with the aid of a crowbar. It was
a purse full of silver, marked, that, say, money is not fake.
Taking the discovery, Zhikhar in high spirit
got out of the cellar, and sitting on the treasury horse
boldly rode to the north.
Long or a short, came from a good fellow,
but galloped and Russian field, and a wide steppe, he found
himself at last before the fork in the road roads, where a smug
lying prophetic stone from vipers inscription: "To the left
trample - on neck obtained by directing a go - bitomu
be, but right dvineshsya - whipped. "Zhikhar
stared and stared dumbfounded at the
letters, trying to understand the meaning of tricky.
- Listen, you will be - right there on the
teeth ladies! - Rang in his ears ringing voice
from somewhere.
Dumb hero turned quickly -
no one around was not.
- That is because what miroedschina! .. - Shook
Zhikhar head, and once again looking at the tricky letters, saw
new words, speaking from the shadows: "go left and you - lose
yourself, just go - a married man to be, and the right - the
horse will lose! ".
- Do not hurt something better ... - He muttered
and poraskinuv brains, turned his horse to the right - for
themselves always have time to "lose" his wife is still too
early to take, but the horse is not sorry - the whole back of
it ache!
After some time the hero galloping
a large village and was on a noisy fair. Only Zhikhar was moved
to the Armory shop, how he came up decrepit old woman in rags
and plaintively proshmakala:
- Pofay for food, son ...
- Oh, Grandma, do you want me as a sword ... - Said the hero,
but he could not not help it - conscience would then completely
devoured, along with giblets: - Oh, okay, hang on! - Zhikhar
and handed the purse jingling with coins.
- Well you, my good fellow. Here, take it then that's it, -
said the old woman and gave bogatyr some letter, shabby at the
edges.
- "Do not eat it. Your Sister" - read
Zhikhar aloud. - Grandma's that passion
such? - Turned a good fellow to empty space - the old woman
vanished.
- Well, surprise ... - Muttered the giant, and as the money
he was not, He went further to the east, trying to
not to look at selling weapons.
An hour later Zhikhar wandered into the thicket of dark
forests, where the howling of an owl had crept
shivers down my spine. There were only two paths - the north
and south.
- South - he glamor! - And with the song
"The field is Russian!" Although the terms had been forest,
Zhikhar soon popped up on the edge, where almost do not hit a
huge chicken legs.
- What's that for evil miroedskaya? -
cried the hero, but the owner of chick
feet silent, for foot-and-then the hut was, and
Here's mouth - no, that must have been to
better. Then he remembered the stories of Ivan
Tsarevich about how he chased the kid
some huts with chicken legs in the fields so
the meadows ...
- Oh! She did and brehat humanly
can! - But how Zhikhar not welcomed hut, with a haughty view
that continued to remain silent. Bogatyr realized that, it
seems, sbrehal Ivan, and the chalet is as blunt as
all legless hut.
Looking closely, Zhikhar with gloom noted that the entrance
is not visible, and around continuous thorn.
- Yes, you turn around to me before, but not
backwards! - Threw in the hearts of an unexpected guest,
and suddenly a little hut, groaning and sighing, slowly turned
to the hero.
- Hmm, yet you have a mind - praised
Zhikhar forest structure, but he wanted
had to step back, as appeared on the threshold
Baba Yaga and sternly looked at the athlete:
- Well, what I do with you? Eat
eh? ..
- Now, now, a grandmother, I have not - who
same Vasilis something to help him be? Better here,
Take instrument - maybe good that it
is ...
Baba Yaga with an ironic smile, took the letter and read it,
went into the cabin to back again with a valiant sword:
- Take the sword kladenets may be amiss.
But the horse back will not let go - I'm not obessud ...
Though it was a pity Zhikharev horse, but because
sword need ... As it turned out, walk
even better than the shake in the horse-pacer.
Bogatyr returned to the familiar thicket and climbed
through the pernicious thicket to the north.
A few hours later Zhikhar realized that
wandered wherever and Lykina commies did not
led - around was impassable thicket. Suddenly, a barbed
blackberry crawled angry snake that nabrosilsas for the
traveler, naively trying to bite him. In a flash he draws his
sword and a deft flick of hero ripped nasty two. That suddenly
evaporated, leaving behind a sparkling ring.
- In which the parasite came up! - Shock
Zhikhar said, cautiously taking the ring -
immediately arose familiar feeling that
that strange, as if someone had stolen.
Looking at the thicket, deep-hero
breath and with the stubbornness of moved on.
However, he soon raspahnl mouth - in front of him
was familiar prophetic stone.
- Well leshy a fool! - Dumbfounded said Zhikhar. Just because
he is exhausted, that folly has decided to go on
north, where, as claimed by Stone, his wife
will palm off.
The road was short, and soon found himself at the right
Zhikhar merchant yard.
- And what, owners of the house will be? - Called
hero, and immediately regretted that he cried,
and indeed vzumal come here - to meet him ran a hag that guest
almost threw up, and holding a sword, he
with wildly vytrashennymi eyes ran back to the stone, giving
himself a vow: forward is always wise to obey the stones.
Running up a fork, sat down heavily Zhikhar
on the ground and stared gloomily at the inscription,
that said the loss itself, if you go to the west - and it was
the only way left ...
- Well, we'll see who loses! - Has encouraged a hero and
confidently stamped on a narrow dirt road.
The path ended at vyzhennoy fire glade
and Zhikhar with grim satisfaction came across a snake
Gorynycha, who, with insolent views of hanging around here.
Seeing a stranger, Sinister was not slow to reveal the
fire-breathing mouth, so ispeplit uninvited guest. However
bogatr managed to throw up sharply sword and with battle cry:
"All I'll kill you - one stay! "quick flick successfully cut off
vile golovonostsu once all three heads.
Mischievous creature did not suit the special
scenes for the care of a better world and ichezla.
- Quite ohreneli ... - Muttered winner, remembering forest
snake. Looking around, Zhikhar noticed two paths that lead
further to the west and south. Deciding that the south still
wait warrior moved along the western path. Soon the stranger
approached overgrown with weeds to prison and then heard
joyful girl's voice:
- Ivanushka! At last you come! And I
Kashchei kidnapped, represent - to get married
wanted! I told him, of course, refused, so he
bastard, I took the crown, said to
Collection of some kind, and this vile dungeon imprisoned! ..
Zhikhar barely survived this flood of words and
seizing the opportune moment, replied:
- What I tell you, Ivan? I am his brother names Zhikhar, I
will!
- Oh, and the truth is not Ivanushka ... And where
my lover!
- At Yar Tour he walk ... I mean, things
state studies. Only you, Vasilisa, it would be better said,
where Kashchei is ...
- Oh, and I know not ... But I had pulled off here is the key
- could come in handy? - Vasilisa and stretched through the
bars of rusty key.
- Have you anything else, the case is not stolen? .. - With
the hope poiteresovalsya Zhikhar, taking the key.
Vasilisa broke out:
- Generally, the key he dropped ...
Zhikhar grinned and fiddled with the iron doors of the
prison, trying to lean on, realized that here involved charms -
and all spell crumble when zadash peppers
koldunischu who created them.
Leaving Vasilisa, Zhikhar went back to the parched meadow
where turned on south. The path winds drunkenly among the
trees, and under one of them suddenly Zhikhar met on the
gray-haired gnome, which was dug from muttering in the grass:
- Well, where I lost it? ..
- So what is lost, my good man? -
Zhikhar asked loudly, delighted about the scare from behind -
it was a favorite joke at the heroes. But the dwarf did not pay
him any attention, though the soldiers here
every day, and wandered all the sludge.
Then he remembered the hero snake
Signet, which so troubled him, and not
knowing what he does, he pulled the discovery and
asked sympathetically:
- I do not whether it is you lost?
- Yes! Thank you, oh Zhikhar! .. - Joyfully exclaimed the old
dwarf, taking the ring.
- Wait, how do you know my name? -
Zhikhar amazed, still not believing what he did. A small but
mysterious stranger smiled and unhooked, with coil of rope belt
and handed it Bogatyrev:
- Here, you have to! - With these words
gnome dove into the bushes.
- Something smells miroedschinoy! - Grimly muttered hero,
stepping further to the south.
Suddenly, the forest parted and Zhikhar
found himself on the floor of a dark
castle, where a number is an ancient dried up well. Taking out
the rope, hero somehow tied it to one of the decaying
walls of the well and holds its breath, cautiously descended.
Bottom were still raw, and in Zhikhar
complete darkness sank to his knees in the dirt flavored. Light
a kerosene stove with difficulty, that he took the precaution
with them, kolodtselaz enthusiastically discovered
a small casket, which stood on a stone ledge. Gleefully
grabbing discovery, hero put out the lamp and playfully went
upstairs.
After a long work cracker sweating Zhikhar realized that
nothing was glad, because harmful casket was pohlesche of the
chest of the king's cellar - he was made of some heavy-duty
iron and nevedmogo also closed most tainstvnnym way: the key to
approaching this caskets as well as a thimble to the hoof.
Looking around, hero noticed in the west of a low hill and
decided at this time to bury there miroedskuyu thing, until it
finds a suitable key.
Approaching the hill, he saw the gates Zhikhar
lock with the lowered bridge. In the same hill was
poluzarosshaya door. Pulling Vasilisin key to unlock the hero
was not slow old door, and she creaked slowly open. Burying the
casket in the mug with Zhikhar naked sword stepped into the
twilight, and found myself in a dungeon. Then his eyes appeared
a magnificent massive club.
- Well, Mace, yes it can break through anything, even head
off the most bloodsuckers! - admired it, twisting in his hand a
crushing weapons. Then it dawned: a casket!
Running out from under the hill, Zhikhar with cries of joy
and jumped into the mugs with all silischey, brought a casket
with a club. That reluctance split into several parts and one
suddenly rolled out a black egg, does not looks like a chicken.
And anyway, it was definitely not a bird. Dully staring at an
egg warrior with a bit annoyed and not koknul,
for expecting to find in a casket something like
stones, gems, and now this mess. But at the last moment he
slammed the idea, that break this very miroedschinu he always
has time. Pardoning a strange egg, Zhikhar picked up the pieces
of the casket and carefully studied them realize that nothing
pose as Solomon.
Throwing debris hero took an egg that
not a bird, and with such an impressive belongings
went to the dark castle.
Near the entrance was still light, but as soon as Zhikhar
moved into the stone corridor, it enveloped sticky darkness.
Again fueling kerosene stove, hero unexpectedly stumbled on a
wonderful round shield, a suspicious manner driven into the
dirt floor. Examples Zhikhar picked up a crowbar edge of the
shield and with all silischey tearing it off the floor, found a
secret passage leading down. Going down, Hercules was in the
cache where the stone, trimmed with a strange red
cloth, stood a golden crown Vasilisa.
There are no other had, takes the crown, he made it back.
Corridor to a depth of dangerously narrowed, where
Everything was bathed in bright lights confusing.
Having a place Zhikhar found himself in the hall room of the
castle.
- It is becoming boring, - muttered
hero, and immediately to the east suddenly heard a terrible
roar, from which the blood in their veins froze. In Zhikharev
blood has not cooled, but Here lay the ears.
- Right now I'll ruin me! - He shouted defiantly. In
response, there was a new roar, yet than ever. Do heroes laid
back and nose - not just snot flowed. Snatching
sword Zhikhar indignantly rushed toward the roar - and almost
dropped the gun, because what he saw, not resembled neither
beast nor man - it is all anyone did not like. Seeing the hero,
Wonder Yudo revealed a sort of mouth for a new roar. Recovered,
Zhikhar dramatically swung the sword, intending to cut these
things miroedskoe Scum half, but then suddenly disappeared
instantly, and hero with all his might hit on the stone - only
sparks flew, but his hands nearly fell off from the hum
quivering sword.
- Here's what happens after you bastard! .. -
indignantly exclaimed Zhikhar trying to overcome the surging
still runny. Having opened Finally watery eyes, he with a grim
determination, said:
- "If someone else will disappear - nesdobrovat
Miroe ... - Hercules broke off here, since
In the place where he was It, he remarked
was lying bunch of some wonderful Morkovin
with a crooked sign on one of them: "Dynamite in the future.
throw himself Kashcheev Steep. "Surprised examined Morkovin
have proved very hard, at Zhikhar Just in case grabbed them
with you.
Returning back, hero found
massive oak door - he used to it
not noticed because of the frenzied roar. Busily
pulling the crowbar in order to open the door that
was firmly locked, Zhikhar soon
Time jammed it tightly. Spitting,
Hercules took a sword and then securely pinched and weapons.
Discouraged staring at torus helplessly at the door and the
sword and scrap vainly tugging them, he cried in their hearts:
- Well, at least to those who helped! ..
- And what exactly to help? - Inquired
a deep voice behind him. Zhikhar slowly
turning pleaded Propp, to an unknown benefactor was not some
one-eyed monster, or worse, Parasites kultyapym ...
- Ilyusha! - He cried, when at last
I saw the owner of the bass.
- Zhiharka! And how I just do not know?
- Said Ilya of Murom and joyfully embraced
other - only chainmail crackled from the knightly arms.
- So what fate, Ilyusha? - Asked in amazement Zhikhar.
- Yes, I immediately rode to the king, behold - your
marks on the road!
- Wait, how did you know that they are mine? -
Zhikhar amazed.
- Oh, Zhiharka, become old - signs of dogs to distinguish you
will!
Zhikharev could only envy
heroic experience of Murom.
- Well, - he continued - I saw
your tracks and realized that you went Kashchei
beat - he was going, but once everything was.
But the market will be the king, you better tell me
that for the help you need?
- Respecting, but this damned door open I can not ...
- Well, let me try - and a run, with a crash knocked Muromets
barrier.
- Thank you, brother! Now, as a squint, before Kashchei
little left - gleefully told Zhikhar.
- Let him along side namni? - Suggested Murom.
- No, Ilyusha should not be two good fellows in one attack -
remember that jousting rules that it is difficult
taught Yar Tour.
- Well, then the king to tell how it was - maybe, and Ivan
with Yar-Tours will be there already ...
Heroes said goodbye and went to the mansion Zhikhar Kashchei.
After passing the dusty bedroom He turned left and found
himself in the living room where unexpectedly svezheslozhennaya
brick wall - clay slowly slid
down. Still in disbelief, Zhikhar hesitantly kicked a boot new
Kashchei nasty, but only hurt - a wall was left whole. Ilya of
Murom is already far away, and not-to-face warrior klikakt
about using a second times.
Pulling out the remaining belongings, Hercules angrily spat -
in his hands were only lamp so strange Morkovin.
- Ah, yes damn you are lost! - He shouted and threw them into
a vicious wall ...
... Ten minutes after the deafening roar of Zhikhar barely
came to his senses and to puschemu surprise and delight, he saw
on the ground wall miserable pile of bricks. Jumping, he felt
something hit hard on the fingers of his right leg - it was an
egg not a bird. Taking it in one hand, and
another - brickbat, hero in this
Heroic as confidently stepped right in
white stone chambers Kashchei.
However, there was nobody could not see. Suddenly
one of the curtains, in an abundance of hanging around
walls, leaning, and there was Kashchei Immortal.
He was dressed in shiny leather coat
black with cut sexes. This
strange clothes were obveshena silver
chains and bells with trinkets. Kashchei
menacing glance at the guest and suddenly began to speak the
ancient language:
- Well, like, done with you, hanurikom, s?
- Now you have me poplyashesh - said
Zhikhar, wondering how he can make
him to do so.
- Wha? Yeah I'm heavy in nature, will throw in a donkey!
Or not, I thee, in cherevyaka, type
will make! Well, you and hit, dude! .. - And porridge with a
nasty grin, take something whisper under her breath.
- And you have me in his ugly face get, by this
rotten egg! - Shouted and threw Zhikhar
him straight in the face host.
Seeing the flying egg Kashchei with fear
vytraschil eyes and tried to catch it
hands, but not in time. Egg with a sharp crack
smashed on his chest villain, and then suddenly threw acrid
green smoke, which Wildly screaming Kashchei, in the tradition
of all miroedskih byak disappeared ...
Bogatyr hurried away from the castle, and returned to prison,
he saw there with Ivan Tsarevich Yar-Tours - a joyful embrace
them almost forgot about Vasilisa, if not the liberator. He
took a miraculously survived the crown and handed it Vasilisa
the Beautiful, which has suffered all of them in the air
directly into imperial mansion. However, Zhikhar with Yar-Tour
managed to still not get to the king, and in
Tea country, but that's another
story ...
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