- If you well stick, will give the additional soldering.
Artem sighed if the chief of so thin chamber, what to speak about the others. It is especially a pity for those who are younger than you. Against small thin bodies of their head seem big, they look is deplorable: sad and exhausted.
Here they were chained by a hand a chain and, forcing to measure out the pace, the escort developed on the asphalt road. Naturally with the song eulogizing wisdom of the great ultraemperor Dzhabba ibn Trup (Yes that he also actually died!). On each side, rattling heavy boots, supervisors drones marched, between it boars bulldogs ran. Still darkly and a way light small lamps. It was cold, rain expected to fall, and it was necessary to splash bare feet on ice cold pools, spraying ice splashes. It is good still that thanks to two sun the climate is softer, snow and frosts does not happen. By there passed the column, same as they the torn-off barefoot little girls, they were taken aside probably too on a hard work. Poor little girls were closely cropped and were hit on backs not less boys.
Artem shouted him.
- Stick to the beauty! - And right there was hit at first a bludgeon, and then and a lash on a back.
Nearly having fallen, it kept and continued the way skorbeya. Though they were actively adjusted and the cold bit for naked heels, there were long, nearly two hours. If to consider that foot were beaten off by bludgeons, then it is big loading. And the throat became hoarse from constantly shouting songs. And in such tired state boards forced to carry and strugat them, to knead concrete, to spread a laying. Because of clouds came up one purple-red star, then other, absolutely small cornflower-blue-violet. It became warmer, birds started singing, one of them similar to a camomile flower took seat on an edge of the crane, and began the hysterical song. At Artyom the back for want of habit ached, and it seemed to it that it just about will lose forces.
But the second wind opened, it became easier and work flew more cheerfully. Boys were tried to be alternated, after a ten-minute lunch break where they were given such dry crusts of bread that it was necessary to throw "food" in water, them traded places. To Artyom got to knead concrete, very heavy and tedious task. If before it on hands had callosities from weights and a dumbbell, appeared from a shovel now. Having properly kneaded substance, he accurately put it on bricks. Others spread a wall. Dachas at general bees of state security, or planetary danger to all live - impressive, in three, four floors, on it it is necessary to work much. Crimson "sun" hid for the horizon, but a violet disk as does not want to leave though its light is dim. Children so were tired that they already hardly move, even lashes do not help. At last the signal a release sounds and they are driven back. At this moment the prison barrack seems a home, and rigid plank beds a feather-bed.
- And you are a good fellow. - To gardens friendly tapped on the shoulder. - Sustained the first step with advantage. And many beginners became limp.
Artyom, limping and being unsteady for fatigue, modestly answered:
- I also on a limit, still it is necessary to reach "hut".
- Well, we will make it, a habit the second nature. - Scratched and wet winked at gardens itself.
Children prisoners added to a step. In a back wind blew, accelerating the movement. One is only bad, again supervisors force to sing. Dzhabba which is already covered with warts is hated, and here he wants to gnaw through a throat teeth.
- Nothing suffer, the main thing it is survived differently us will hammer. - Encouraged to Gardens.
Suffer! Such burning word. And if there are neither forces, nor desire, to take down humiliation.
Already in the distance gate of prison seemed. At this moment they are met by cheerful laughter and whistle.
- You look, "hedgehogs" are conducted.
Holiday and children of rich bees lingered on streets longer, celebrating a new cycle of a pulsar. Elegant, in beautiful clothes with wings they favourably differ from poor prisoners. Empty bottles fly to prisoners, shoot from crackers and fires of petards. Artyom unpleasantly burn sparks, it wants to move and rush on the offenders, but stirs a chain.
Protection laughs and even encourages masked bees on unscrupulous tricks. So half of hour proceeds.
- Hey you, tramps! Try to catch up with us.
Running up and choosing kids - it is so safer, they are beaten with boots or try to crush a heel fingers of bare feet.
Artem caught the moment and dexterously cut to one fat boy bee the scratched leg under the fat back.
That flew up and began to squeal a pig. The others in reply started several tens full lemonade and beer of bottles. One hit Artyom the head, another beat a knee. The boy intercepted on the fly "shell" and precisely sent to a kettle. Hit and "barin's son" is prostrate.
Protection understood that it goes too far, interfered. Vigorously, but accurately driving away one children bees and brutally beating other human. Got also to Artyom, to it nearly broke ribs, and on the bald head new cones were again blown up. Then they were lifted and driven in a chamber, continuing to kick on the road.
Artyom reached plank beds slightly live, this time to them did not even allow to have supper. Having tumbled down, it, as well as most of children fell asleep at once.
. HEAD NO. 6
On the soldier in a white raincoat and with gold spurs standing, horned creatures snatched. And the young warrior battled against a sword and a pole-axe. Attacked the devil a trident and moved horned a pole-axe edge in trellised rods of a casemate. And dirty began to let out wild cries.
The girl Bulgakov stiffened over the raging lava. It seems that devils capitally became puzzled, strive to take away the victim from under a nose. The young man attacking demons dumped in blow of a leg of one more devil from a parapet and horned by inertia flew in the slightly opened boiler cover. Inhuman squeal reached when the fair-haired soldier split with a sword a head with three horns. The jaw at the devil dropped out and began to jump on stones.
