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“… How young we were …” To Polina Porizkova – Actress, Beauty, Children’s Writer, all Polina, and first of all, granddaughter Polina. Dedicate
Chapter VII
“… Hello, a young, unfamiliar tribe …”
…For the younger ones …
The battle has begun.
The dogs fight with the tenacity of the doomed. It’s hard for the Warriors. Everyone keeps a perimeter defense. Blood mixed. Own and someone else’s.
Leopard is calm. Can’t beat the dogs. Only the eyes are twisted with sadness. Here and there, waves of Warriors’ dogs cover them. Only the circles diverge at this point. And silence.
Ordered to survive! Highlander and Ivanushka are fighting shoulder to shoulder. Hold on, Herod’s tribe! “… We did not have time to look back, as sons, as sons go into battle …” Sons come to the rescue. They would still play Cossack robbers. Death is a merciless teacher. Are these adult eyes in our kids?! “… Ah, War, what have you done, mean! Our courtyards suddenly became empty. Our boys raised their heads. They have matured for the time being … ”
Scorched by gunpowder, still children’s fingers squeeze a glass of vodka. It is supposed to commemorate the fallen comrades. Didn’t live long, Disliked, Didn’t do it …
Women!! Where are you looking?! After all, it is your husbands, grooms, children, grandchildren who become a “load of 200”! Where is “Riot of Women” and “Antigone”? ! Who, besides you, will enlighten the men who have gone mad! “… And in the front-line dugout they have dreams about childhood. It can be seen that we all grew up early-Air Workers Wars … ”
The turning point in the Battle. Snapping, the dogs retreat. Ring them! End all this Scum! Once and for all! Love Should Rule the World! Death is its time. Not earlier, and not later … The younger should bury their elders, and not vice versa. Why should elders live without younger ones? What then is the meaning of their life?
Seven colors of the rainbow. Seven days a week. Seven senses … Seven Elements. Seven kids. Year of the Goat. “… Three, seven, ace …". The order of magic numbers. One child in the house – I don’t think that’s right. God forbid, something happened to him! How to live after that?! SEVEN-ME … Or at least THREE.
A terrible picture of the field after the Battle. Silence rings. The ravens’ caw only disturbs her. The field is covered with mourning hills. Warriors fought in these places. The carcasses of the dogs covered them. To bury Heroes with honors. It is not in vain that the heads have folded their riotous ones. To make the peaceful sky turn blue. Children and Women did not flinch from breaks. For Life and Happiness!
To Peace and the death of Red!
The granddaughter is splashing in the tub. The grandfather is already all wet. She only smiles slyly. The soul of the Highlander melts.
– Grandpa! Why do you have your hands in “wavki”?
– I fell from the tree.
– You probably scared all the birds when you fell?
Yeah. Grandfather has no other Commander in life. Her orders are not discussed. Into fire and water, easily! Get the moon? No problem! Give a Star? How much do you say! And the Scarlet Flower …
Honored grandfather of Russia. The granddaughter is already claiming his rights. Bogatyr! Only the ass outweighs so far. But he smiles often. Like my grandfather used to be. He will be a funny guy. And kind.
Trinity-Noos, Chaos and Beauty look affectionately from above. Lucky Nutty! By yourself, perhaps, to have Children? Devil in the eyes of Beauty. Men are sucked in. What are not suitors!
P.S.
Polinushka!
Among the Ossetians, one of the most important is a toast to the younger ones. From the head of the sacrificial ram (or bull), the Elder at the table cuts off the ear and, together with three glasses, sends the youngest. This emphasizes respect for their youth. They will replace the elders tomorrow. Cut off ear-hint. If you, donkey, are not enough of your two ears to hear what the elder teaches you, here is the third for you! Does an elder who loves his younger ones teach them bad things? Listen to him with open ears. He does not want you to step on the same rake that he met in life. Therefore, he is already gray and wrinkled. The younger ones are our continuation in life. May everyone be healthy and happy!
(Just do not tell anyone that you are smarter than your elders and can teach them Life. Because you are more honest, simpler and see the World with Right eyes. I know that.)
Chapter VIII. Part one. A friend is known …
A friend is known in a “bidet” … Brian Banks Folk wisdom to the Rocket of Love and Beauty I Dedicate
Chapter VI
…Beginning of the Countdown before the Start … For friends …
Happy Bars. From above, you can see more clearly how the Fighters Are Pulling Up. Into the ring of Red Dogs! With their tails between their legs, they crowd stupidly on the Dogs Battlefield. Eagle soars in wide circles in the heights. The gunner, however. Leopard slowly descends from the Mountain. Last Review.
The Highlander with Ivanushka is striding boldly. On the Road they are joined by Cowboy, Monk from Shao-Lin, Samurai, Robin Hood, Viking, Gall, Hercules, Legionnaire, Ali Baba, Musketeer, Don Quixote, Chingachgook, Yogi, Arap … A column of Warriors is growing …
Women standing on the Roads are waving. Tears in my Eyes. Who will be missing?
“… Don’t cry, Girl! The soldier will return! You just Wait! …”
And the Highlander amuses the Warriors with another tale of Grandfather Shchukar about Ivanushka. Fighters laugh. Fighting Must Have Fun! “… The Last Battle … It is the most difficult …”
1002 Night, or from the Memoirs of Grandfather Shchukar. “About the Wise Gudgeon and Ivanushka – the Fool.” Before that, the Last Meeting, I had a chance to see Ivanushka – the Fool a few times. Here is one of them.
–What are you all Time sad yes sad?
–What fun is it, Grandfather? We have three troubles. Roads, Thieves, and Fools. I am one of the last brethren.
–Well, why are you sad? You are not the only Fool.
–Yes, I’m not because of that. The fact that there are no roads – I see. The road pennies were plundered. This is clear to me, the Fool. And how not to take it apart. They have long been confused: where is your pocket, where is someone else’s. They confused their wool with the state, folk.
–Are your shoes dirty? It doesn’t matter.
–No, Grandfather, Tanks are not afraid of dirt. And I, as people say, a heavy tank. Even the “pogonyaylo” was appropriated – IP.
–What are you, heart-shaped piece of iron, got disgusted?
–Tired! To write on them from the Main Caliber. Into the Primordial Dust! They put the whole people on their ears. So you, they say, should be! Who should be?! A bunch of freaks?!
–Are you so angry about Kova?
–Wise Minnows. They are afraid of themselves! The shob faq didn’t work. Their hut is on the edge. One is calming. The outskirts are easier to take!
–Yes, at least they did that to you?
–Not for me! Nobody at all! Although they were put, it seems, to do at least something! Have you seen new roads in our G. (except, how, I can not call “G”!