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Introduction
Tavrida! Ancient land, a crossroads of civilizations, through these steppes waves were nomadic peoples in search of new lands, who was not only here! Here were found the first folding tents of skins and tusks of the mammoth! Here, on the most long-suffering land, in these steppes of the first cavalry fought in deadly battles for the possession of these lands, and not by accident, that our history was here, on this earth, in this provincial mining town. And the hero..., our hero is an ordinary guy...sorry, not quite normal, he is a dreamer, a visionary inventor and if you find it strange that he talks to himself, don't hurry with conclusions, may be the only thing that helps it to survive in this world. And here he was, see, there, covered with tin roof, fair-haired, with a short haircut under the hedgehog? This is our Alyosha, please allow me to introduce...
Chapter I
I am alone in this huge world.
Acquaintance with Aleshka - a dreamer, a storyteller.
His longstanding mystery about which nobody knows
but his friend Kolya.
Prince Alex and his friend the squire Collins.
Did you ever fly? No, not on the plane, the plane anybody can, but just standing on the edge of the roof, and to step forward, every cell in you will tremble, vibrates like goose bumps all over the body hurry. The body becomes immediately easy, manageable, endure all the heaviness in the chest, and on... I often do, the main thing is to overcome the first fear and right up to the clouds, of course, if the clouds are.
I like big fluffy clouds or fog, dark bottom, in the eddies, and the top fluffy and white as wool. They are very high, like skyscrapers, those that TV shows until you reach the top, my breath catches, but what a view! My shadow is jumping on fluffy slides, falls into the openings through which the earth can be seen. Here, above the clouds like all kinds of fantastic animals, houses, castles which quickly change their shape, and if lucky, you can see and elves, and in these fabulous palaces. They are not live, I feel the time there is very fast, because we have to live in castles, who quickly changing. Maybe they fly to other air palaces magic country? They are fun rush for each other, shouting and rejoicing. If they accept you into their games, you still catch up.
I love to jump on these air Perrin as on the trampoline, only you need to be careful, as it is possible so to fail, we would make everything to the cloud through, and if this storm cloud, and then we wet up to the last thread. Lightning and jumped around. Once it gets cold, shirt and pants stick to the body, but just a few minutes of frantic flight and it quickly dries up. Speed dial is not difficult, it is necessary to fly above and how the hill, down, scaring larks that poured from here, my trills. The wind does not breathe, you have to tilt your head to breathe. And still have time to stop falling close to the earth and be aligned along the horizon. Trees, bushes as fast movie, and a flash from below, sometimes there are goats that graze in small groups. Feeling you, they go in different directions. Grandmother, herding them, frightened baptized, looking at the sky-sighted eyes. And I skate on, flood gullies, lasocki, meadows... Very dangerous waste heaps, this is such a small mountain of stones and small boulders. Pull them out from the mines that did not prevent to get coal, and if the mountain will not notice it is possible so to bump that the bones will not collect.
I like to fly, when the heat, especially as it is now, at the end of spring. Smell of blossoming grasses, bitter wormwood, and as soon as Polsat, head all the way around goes from new smells. Then not very interesting, in a month everything will become yellow, the grass is withered, and only in the flood gullies, where there are little streams, you can see green islets.
I sing wholeheartedly, you can not be afraid that you'll scold you can whistle, you can admire the distant fields in many-colored rags, as a blanket made of pieces of fabric; small machines-small, dusty road; the clouds. Especially beautiful clouds in the evening when they turn pink, it means that the sun sets and the lights on the side. Everything around becomes a magical pink light, as it is now... Oh! It seems I'm too were drifting, and can be late to build. Do you need to fly home. Home? I do not know whether to call home orphanage? Probably because I didn't live in another house, but once...or may not have that time, it was it in a dream?
That's orphanage. It is similar to the old Palace. Alyosha went up to the edge of the roof and, trying not to rattle on the tin, gently landed. The main thing that the teachers have not seen, and then immediately begin to exclaim and scaring special boarding school.
There is still time. He not now, not in a hurry, the body gradually 'thawed'and he sits down, his knees to chin, and, clasping their hands, enjoying the endless expanses, opening here. A light breeze blows on him, and the setting sun illuminates his slender figure pink paints.
He rarely went here, and only when it was convenient case.
Here no one bothers you can read a book, to policynet silly rhymes. And to policynet he loved, for example, there is such a poem 'Ungrateful' -
If quietly sneak up girl
and to shout in her ear " good morning!
thank from it you wait, don't wait
and better shut faster ears and head,
the scream from her and handbags with books,
that knocks you must.
Of course, the verses were not in rhyme, but it does not matter, the main thing is vital.
Here it was possible to imagine that you are alone in this huge world where there is no annoying teachers, no stupid girls who think of him who knows that (maybe there and not voobrazila, but he has not yet met) but they drew a glance, they all had this platica that and wanted to look for them, what's in there, what they hide. No boys, who always argue that they are stronger than you. It is true and no other but he doesn't want here to climb, may be afraid of heights, or that it will saragat. Alyosha was not afraid, scold and punish often, but for the sake of those feelings which got here, he was ready and made sacrifices.
He even seems that there is another world, in which it is impossible not to love, he loved all loved the distant forest Islands in the misty haze, flood gullies, steppe, a panel of five-story building. He even forgave the Nikolai Gerasimovna, educators...but it's just not a chick, he had no place here in this world, in his world. He was like a punishment, from which there is no escape, or, as said the grandmother of the preschool children's home, it was a test given by God?
'What have I done that I sent to the test? "he argued, " am I really to blame, that I don't have parents that they threw me or lost, and here I am... or guilty?'
- Oh - OSCE-Ah! "came from the bottom the scream, " come, come on down, soon the building!
- Go " he cried.
It was Kolka best friend, they were friends with first class, sometimes called 'two brothers acrobat', someone said that they even something similar to each other. Maybe the fact that they were the smallest of the group, however, Alyosha was not quite shy, so he cones and got it.
He quickly began to descend the fire escape.
- As you're not afraid to climb on the roof?! - met him at the bottom of the Kolka, when he jumped off the last rung.
"Why the fear? "said he, " there's so gorgeous! Try it.
- Aha! Something?! Me and bottom scary looking at you when you are standing on the edge.
Wait, do not rush for them, I want to acquaint you with one hero of our story, is a manor house. Old manor house, once a lonely standing away from the city, in the desert, now surrounded by new buildings, apparently lived his last years. Once majestic, with the claim to originality, the house collapsed, main entrance, with large, in antique style, with columns, long closed, leaving only the back door, the one that was previously used domestics. All plaster on the walls of the estate was cracked like a cobweb, and stucco decorations in some places crumble, exposing the brick walls, but what to do? Everything has its tensile strength. Why is it still not demolished, nobody knows, may be in the 'top' haven't decided what to do with it, whether the Museum is open, whether on this site Park to break? In any case need to be taken care of seventy-five small tenants.
And I feel sorry for the estate, now these houses are not built, comfortable, well unless you can compare with the panel, monotonous boxes?! This is not the house, it is a hive some, powdered coal dust.
This home boasts of its rich history. In this house grew up not one generation of nobility, which served as Russia. In the seventeenth, in civil here was the headquarters of the then white, then red, and even Makhno, and then came the Cheka, and the basement of the estate was used as a prison. When the hard times passed, and began a peaceful life, here instilled restless tribe homeless children, and the house was called children's colony named "Third Comintern", transformed later in the orphanage.
About this estate is legendary. They say that there are ghosts. What in the deep underground roam ruined soul serfs; accidents, tortured by security officers; the boys piled during the bombing in Domestic. What's here somewhere, buried the treasure is hidden. That -- but, however, we will not hurry up, let us look all by yourself.
And now I ask to go for our heroes, under the arches of the old manor.
The building was before bed and in the morning, after getting up, the guys lined up in two rows, the educators were counted them and depending on the mood criticized or praised. On the build was not to be late, otherwise punish the whole group, and the group you.
They managed just in time. In the orphanage always have to be careful when hurry, I can see that I managed to leg. And if supported, and you've seen, you can 'accidentally' to attack the Joker on the leg, but we have to look to if the pupil, it is best not to step and jump.
Today was on duty the most strict teacher, therefore, will not be able to povesitsya, to play pillows or Slippers, but they had more fun...
After everything settled down in their pastels, last time she walked along beds, turned off the light and then... all softly moaning. The teacher realized that they decided to fool around " grinned.
- If you don't want to you tomorrow punished, you will now be quiet. - Hum continued. The teacher walked along beds. "Okay... " she said quietly, but so have all heard, " I'll give you another chance, " she said and left.
All were silent, not because of the fact that she was frightened, just could not make her cry, - she was more experienced.
The silence did not last long, Sanka on tiptoe, ran to the door. The boys waited to hear from students from a nearby bedroom.
- Go, " shouted Sanka and the guys at once 'waking up' softly raised.
- Sha! Shut up! - Rick shouted, standing at full height on his bunk. He was verovatnoca and above all in the group, imagining yourself 'leader', and if you could, I tried to confirm it with his fists, but if there was no high school students. Calmed down. - Listen here, " said he, " to talk to them I will, if all goes well, I will agree, and so no one wacol...
As soon as he said the last words, the bedroom door was slightly open, and inside 'slipped' two high school students.
- What razladilis?! displeased muttered instead of greeting one of them.
- Now! - started another without joining, as if the conversation had just interrupted, " we of the Novoselki declared war, tomorrow training, and on Sunday the battle on the wasteland, four in the evening, so that no one popitka did not know about this, otherwise it will fail. Prepare a slingshot, 'grenade', well you know what...
- And grenades real? "squealed Kostya and, fearing for his courage, covered with a blanket.
They all laughed.
- The kids are not to take, " added logged, ' or a real grenade will go bammm.
All together again laughed
- Pugaci also do not try to take, the police would be a bit too, " he said finally and proud made by the mission, both high school student, turned and went out.
All murmured, discussing the news, Rick tried to say something, but all were so passionate about the future battle that was not listening.
The same noise was heard from neighbouring boyish bedrooms.
Sorry to intervene again, but I want something to explain.
The battle did not happen often, previously fought with gangs from neighboring barracks. They were built from the fact that he could get ahold of, clay, Samana, boards, plywood, rags, they were called in the common people 'sanhygiene'. Them around the huge amount. After the war, they like mushrooms erected around. Separated by narrow streets and on the squares, they became the territory of the local thugs and often, usually for nothing, started fighting with each other that even the police did not dare to separate. Sometimes residents of chanchikov, together, attacked the children's home, that's when the fight was brutal!
The children's home are not loved. Maybe this dislike was like that from the beginning of the troubles of the twenties, when it first appeared juvenile prison, and together with him and moved cheerful, sonosite tribe street kids. Often former pupils 'streets' go to 'craft', clearing the local gardens from the fruit, they steal unwary passersby, and barracks. Maybe not loved, and because they were more United than single gang of any quarter of chanchikov.
Stories about brutal 'battles' was transmitted orally, lost battles were quickly forgotten, and the victory was remembered for a long time. Sometimes, during a fight, he drank a real weapon left in the past civil wars, and then and domestic. You could hear the gunfire, grenades, then the police took the trash seriously, called internal troops, and fighting for some time they stopped.
Over time, changiti began to demolish and build in its place Khrushchev, city blocks slowly but surely changed the ruins. Fight gradually faded away as it had disappeared cruel poverty barracks, and with it eternal vengeance streets and homes. Some of the local, left to live in the area, in the new five-story building remembered long-gone time from old habit again began Bucha.
Of course, with those fights that were in ancient times, it was impossible to compare, but to pay tribute to the tradition, the descendants of opponents again converged on a vacant lot, which was planned construction of a house.
- Attention! "came the voice of Sasha, metnuvshis from the door, to my bed and the guys immediately subsided.
The door, grinding, opened and in came on duty.
Switching on the light, she stood at the door and slowly walked along the beds.
- If anyone again will rustle, " she said in low voice, no objection will punish all, more repeat I will not!
When she came out, they kept silence, then someone in a far corner sang and gradually this song picked up by others. No, guys not specifically sang to annoy Marianne, it can be said habit, started from the first of children-street kids. The teachers knew about it and did not prevent them. Every evening they sang the same songs, the kids, going under the cars, coal boxes, and in cars: 'Tuk, tuk, tuk took the wheel, it is a train of Kazan was held in the open door of the car, the little boy-kid walked in...'; about unfortunate love the kid to the beauty of the fatal shooting of a policeman who interrupted the life of Zigana. The guys was so sorry for him, they were his dying, bleeding that some had tears in his eyes, they hated killed his policeman, and believed that Zhigan will survive. Sing a song about the three robbers, riding on a dusty road...
He closed his eyes, and quietly to himself, plunged into the magic world of sleep.
Well, we, too, are not going their way, I'll introduce you close the Aleshka, with someone who loves to dream on the roof, 'fly' among the clouds, may be because of his irrepressible imagination and has happened the whole story.
At first glance he was no different from others, but this is only at first sight, in fact it has its own mystery, which owned it, it knows only his friend nick, my neighbor on the bed.
In fact they have no secrets from each other, they can always be seen together. Together climb in the orphanage grounds for green apples, despite the fact that they are so small that they can be mistaken for walnuts. Together, play together and get bumps and bruises. Rather, most often beat Aleshko, because he always stands up for his friend, and since they were not very strong and brave, and the force does not always equal, and the result was disappointing.
So what is this mystery, which is owned by Alyosha? And the mystery is his dream that goes on day after day, year after year. This is his second life, which began after he has read the book about a Prince Alex.
And so...
Chapter II
Prince Alex and Alyosha
Dragons are approaching. The city and the Kingdom.
Joke Rica. Punishment in the bedroom girls.
Dean stood up and saves aleshku.
Morning, cold and piercing wind, as sneaky Bloch, ducked under the folds of the clothing. Collins yawned so that almost Swano jaw and shivered, trying to zamahnutsya better, glancing sidelong at the master and jealous of his endurance.
No, he was jealous of good envy, how can you take offense at his master's friend, whom I serve for ten years! No matter what they peers and they have recently turned fifteen years. Alex was a good host, followed Collins felt like a stone wall, though...this wall was necessary because of the owner. He never was restless, he was always looking for adventure and got it often Collins, for example Prince beats with a gang of robbers, and the servant has to seek asylum, to be saved from arrows, and from the robbers. In addition, we must follow his donkey that was not stolen, together with their property.
'Alex couldn without me to leave! - not without pride thought Collins - that's just imagine, how could he be defeated if I don't feed him, not imprison the sword will not prepare his bed. It will immediately win the same robbers, of course I will get a..., well, that I, for example. I do not want, that it has won, to whom also I serve, will I? Oh! Standing like a statue, as if not cold' .
Collins admired by the host, who stood on the top of the hill, as if the monument has set itself, only the scarlet cloak, illuminated by the rising sun, waving in the wind.
The servant sighed and began to excavate the ground.
Alex looked into the distance, trying to see the dragons, they were just about to appear. Not noticing the morning coolness, he stood on the hill as a statue, motionless, leaning on the two-handed sword. His blue eyes shone determination, the muscles that are released under a scarlet tunic, were relaxed, and ready at any moment to action.
The young man seemed asleep standing, but by the way he threw short views into the distance, it was clear that he only something waiting.
He knew that behind a broken line of jagged mountains, dragons live. From there, because scarlet, in the light of the rising sun, horizon, was supposed to evil, terrorizing the town.
It was strange that the dragons, before that lived peacefully, hunting in the mountains for snow tours and goats, never causing people of anxiety, had suddenly decided to attack the City.
Of course, there are cases when some of them, which apparently bore the routine began to misbehave, but this case has always been warriors, knights or princes.
Now, dragons, attacked the City again and again, with enviable constancy, as if it were subordinate to the will of another.
Many people, unable to endure such invasion, left Town.
In the end, the citizens, made long-standing resentment, appealed to the king, Darko and he, without hesitation, sent to the aid of his son Alex.
The glory about Alex spread far across the planet, he always came to protection if someone was bad.
This City was almost the only retained its independence. Many times, the neighbouring Kingdom tried to seize him, and more than once there were bloody war because of a dispute - to whom it must belong.
After one of the battles, in which both sides didn't know anything and suffered heavy losses and were so weak that almost do not become the prey of other kingdoms, signed the agreement. According to him, the City remained neutral, and the Kingdom should not have to claim it. And the Town did not want to be under anyone's guardianship, he was a free and wanted them to stay in the future.
Here are a few more years, as this Treaty, and to attack the dragons, the City could be considered the happiest on the planet.
Some of the most courageous inhabitants were hiding in a hollow, in the Bush, morning fog partially concealed their figures. They had been talking quietly with each other, trying to hide from each other growing anxiety. One clutched swords, other crossbows, ready to come to the aid of the Prince, or escape from it all depended on which side is inclined victory.
No, they were not cowards, they were ready to fight the enemy, whether those on horseback or on foot, but with winged monster was more difficult, moreover, if not the Prince Alex, they would never have decided on such an adventure.
Of course, Alex didn't need their help, everything was on the contrary, they distract attention from them was not as much help as concern for their safety, but they were needed, the citizens had to believe that participated in the battle for freedom, otherwise the proud name of the Free City will suffer.
Alex didn't care who gets the glory, at fifteen, he already has seen a lot in life, and he sometimes felt uncomfortable when he was glorified.
Collins tired of waiting, of course, the owner sometimes thinking, stood still for a long time, probably internally preparing for battle, but now it's been two hours, and he stood as still standing motionless.