The soldier gave a whistle:
- This is already serious!
The girl lying at it on a shoulder felt how up to her breast blood of the wounded guy flows down. A scarlet dewdrop on a ruby nipple. And it it became terrible. Her this young man or, can him, the last hope ... And dragon, sizes as ancient three-storyed house, each mouth of meters ten length ... Oho, already and the flame begins to be thrown up from a throat. And from a lattice as will fire. Bulgakov involuntarily screamed, burns on heels, anklebones languages of an underworld leave the presents. And pain real, there is a wish to shout and climb deafeningly from this pain on a wall. Who burned at least once about a plate, it will understand, only the flame here much higher and is hotter.
Well, and what to the young man to stand barefoot on fire ... and to smile. Here he crossed both swords ... Bulgakov whispered:
- Epic fight with Zmey Gorynych will now be started ...
There was what in any case, well familiar with folklore, Bulgakov did not expect in any way. The huge dragon suddenly lost accurate contours, and suddenly on his place thousands, the sparkling all flowers of a rainbow, bubbles rose in the sky. They huge and transparent, and in each of them violently kicked and writhed now, demons, devils and saber-toothed bears with long guns and six-barreled manual guns. And near a wall seemed ... Almost most ordinary Puss in Boots. White color, with a thin, humanoid figure, and the gun, with elaborate, in the form of a flower loud-hailer a trunk, in the right hand. Well in left, the arms are more clear, a sword with the hilt which is laid out by large rubies.
The young man with a smile noticed:
- You, "Tiger", as always, in time!
Kot blonde in boots from perfect morocco decorated with spurs, gold with emeralds and sapphires, loudly cried out:
- Your highness, a cat walks in itself, and the cat prirulivat only in time!
During an exchange of courtesies, the young man with the girl on a shoulder jumped out of a scorching heat. There they were already waited by a pack from under cigarettes from the half-naked, suntanned and graceful and brawny girl represented on it in blow of the leg breaking a black swastika against a white circle and a red cloth. As Bulgakov was not shocked, but considered that it looks like a flag of Hitlerite Germany. The country which was an unarmed dwarf several years ago, and bends under itself Europe now, threatening to be splashed out over time and to the USSR!
Pack, it is similar instead of a flying carpet here, but already a matter of taste who on what flies. And to get down from a rigid shoulder and it is much more pleasant to lay down a back on a glossy, paper surface, than to dance on fire. The back, fortunately, was almost not singed, but here barefoot soles became covered by the whole scattering of large and small blisters, got also to calves a little, honor reddenings to hips. And on fingers of hands several small, but unpleasant burns. Bulgakov even lifted up above a leg somehow to suppress to a painful zudenia and to force to rush back blood. The young man, having folded the raincoat and boots with diamond spurs which it is unclear when he managed to pick up, turned in the little girl. His face, beautiful, but still young and not quite issued, expressed pleasure though it was covered with wounds and burned far stronger, than the imaginary girl rescued by it. Though, of course, the knight won and rescued the strange beauty. By the voice full of tenderness, he said:
- The first good news, we survived and came off prosecution ...
Kot blonde, on it gloomy noticed:
- And the second news bad, effect of a puzyryaniye will come to an end soon, and the dragon will recover again and your highness will rush for us!
- Let us, at first, will find! - Carelessly the prince threw. He looked on lying, thrown, at fairly burned legs up, the girl, on her turned pale person, on convulsively twitching fingers of hands and legs, a crack in which it is full of sympathy and love, said:
- You it is visible got a fright, the poor thing ...
The young man carefully took in the palm her leg, really, to a napodoshva there was no live place, skin rather thin, not coarsened as if at the notable person though in general, the girl rather sports. Here and now, does the bicycle, trying to escape. Quietly groans:
- I do not want to hell! I do not want in a scorching heat!
The guy, with not absolutely clear cheerfulness, winked at it:
- So we already in an underworld ... In the place where the Satan over souls of not rescued people dominates.
Bulgakov shuddered, but quiet and even cheerful tone of the interlocutor calmed him. It is valid, not everything is so bad also in a scorching heat, it is possible to fight and to reprimand devils. Even the itch in extremities became weaker and it tried to rise. Here the young man put on a shoulder to the girl a hand and by a quiet voice reported:
- The dragon by all means will find us, and the following time it is so easy not to cope with it, you understand?
The girl leaned on hands not to fall, but again zanyl the burned palms, and Bulgakov just nodded. And the prince continued with very lovely smile:
- We should not fight with a dragon weakened and covered with wounds. We need to be fresh and full of strength, you agree?
The girl pale lips whispered:
- Yes. Yes ...
The prince continued, having strengthened a tonality:
- And in hell cures love, only the love or Lucifer cures at once! You understand?
And his hands laid down on a breast of the girl and began to mass them. Bulgakov though found the woman's flesh, began to be discharged desperately ... And to mutter:
