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Pippi Longstocking saves Nicholas Ii

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    Pippi Longstocking and her friends Tommy and Annika find themselves in the time of the Tsarist Empire of Nicholas II. This children's magical team helps win the Russo-Japanese War, thereby saving Tsarist Russia from revolution, various riots, and upheavals.
  Pippi Longstocking saves Nicholas II
  ANNOTATION.
  Pippi Longstocking and her friends Tommy and Annika find themselves in the time of the Tsarist Empire of Nicholas II. This children's magical team helps win the Russo-Japanese War, thereby saving Tsarist Russia from revolution, various riots, and upheavals.
  CHAPTER 1
  The children were playing another adventure game with Pippi. It so happened that they'd managed to rob the city bank. The strongest girl in the world was jumping up and down, splashing through puddles with her bare, childish feet. She was steering a yacht she'd built herself. Pippi was spinning her yacht and singing:
  How we lived, fighting,
  And not fearing death...
  This is how you and I will live from now on...
  My father is a noble prince,
  And the deal fell through,
  In the sea wave and furious fire,
  And in a furious, furious fire!
  And she winked at the boy and girl standing on the shore, holding a fishing line taut with a monster-shaped kite hovering taut. Pippi was very pleased. During their last adventure, she had freed her father from the clutches of sea robbers. And that was great. But of course, they parted again. And there was wisdom in that. When children live close to each other, or rather with their parents, they quickly get tired of it, and they start quarrelling, and before you know it, they hate each other.
  Indeed, sometimes parents and children are the most implacable enemies. That's why Pippi didn't want to spend much time with her father, whom she had saved from a terrible fate. Robbers nearly starved her father to death. Although a little dieting was beneficial for this king of the South Seas, helping him lose weight.
  But Pippi also has a mother. And she's also a person of some importance, a witch who wields powerful magic. But she doesn't acknowledge her daughter, and Pippi has a completely frosty relationship with her. Although magic is a wonderful thing. So where does this girl get such phenomenal physical strength?
  She must have bathed in some kind of potion as a baby, though she doesn't remember which one. And what would happen if a mere mortal drank such a magical elixir?
  Tommy and Annika are sweet kids, but they're pretty ordinary, with no special abilities, except perhaps a rich imagination and the ability to write. And Pippi certainly has fun with them.
  Here's Tommy in shorts, the weather is warm and sunny. The boy is shouting something and pulling a string. It's quite funny.
  Annika laughs and shouts:
  - Hooray! The dragon soars higher!
  Children shuffle around in sandals, seemingly shy of being barefoot, like Pippi, and might think they're too poor. Especially since Sweden, being a northern country, doesn't usually have particularly hot summers. But winters aren't freezing either, thanks to the Gulf Stream.
  Pippi steered her small yacht toward the shore and docked. She cheerfully announced:
  - You know, my mother is not dead at all, and she is not an angel at all!
  Annika exclaimed with joy:
  - It's great that she's alive! And you're not an orphan!
  Tommy noted:
  - I also thought that such a physically strong girl"s mother couldn"t just die like that!
  Pippi giggled and replied:
  - So she sent me something!
  And the heroic girl grabbed the bottle by the neck with her bare toes and tossed it high. Lately, Pippi had decided to give up shoes altogether and use her lower limbs as effectively as her hands! And indeed, she threw the bottle and caught it again.
  Tommy exclaimed:
  - But you really shouldn't have refused to work in the circus! You would have been priceless!
  The girl-hero answered honestly:
  - I don't like having bosses and superiors above me! I prefer to be my own boss!
  Annika squeaked and noted:
  - Well, yeah, that's great! To become cool and be yourself!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - Take off your shoes! We'll be practicing throwing things with our toes. I have a feeling we're in for some very exciting adventures soon.
  And the heroine girl took the fish and caught it with her bare toes. It flew through the air, its silver scales glinting in the sun.
  The boy asked with a sweet look:
  - Maybe you should open the bottle? Let's see what your mom sent.
  Pippi giggled and jumped up, doing a somersault, and then landed deftly, after which she replied:
  - No! We'll do that a little later! For now, I'll teach you how to throw knives with your bare feet!
  And the heroic girl leaped onto the shore. Then she spun around like a top. She did this on the tip of her foot, while deftly scooping up pebbles from the shore with her other foot and throwing them. She hit the crows, causing them to lose their feathers, cawing in fear, and fly away.
  Pippi laughed and sang:
  Kar, kar, kar, kar,
  The crows are screaming...
  They have such a gift,
  The king has great thrones,
  And they only have a cry - kar!
  After which the girl stopped and shouted:
  - Well, come on, take off your shoes, or I'll do it myself!
  Tommy and Annika, seeing that Pippi was serious, didn't argue. Especially since the weather was warm and sunny. And the children smiled when the small pebbles on the riverbank pricked their bare soles.
  The heroic girl chirped:
  Harden yourself if you want to be healthy,
  Try to do without doctors...
  After which she grabbed a flat pebble with her bare toes and threw it so deftly that it described an arc and returned to Pippi again.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Well, how is it?
  Tommy replied with admiration:
  - Cool!
  Pippi said sternly:
  - Now it's your turn!
  The boy clumsily attempted to pick up a flat pebble with his childish foot, but it slipped from his bare toes. Then Tommy tried again, and again failed. Only on the third try did the boy succeed in grasping the stone with his childish foot.
  Pippi ordered:
  - Throw it!
  Tommy lifted his leg and threw it, but immediately lost his balance and fell.
  A few children milling about in the distance burst out laughing. Penny chuckled too, noting,
  "Yes, you may be small, but you're as clumsy as a hippopotamus!"
  Tommy, although he slightly bruised his knee, retained his sense of humor, singing:
  Everything requires skill,
  Hardening, training!
  With every failure,
  Know how to fight back!
  Pippi nodded approvingly:
  - You speak well! Well, now you're Annika!
  The girl also struggled to catch the pebble with her bare toes the first time. And when he threw it, she barely managed to keep her balance, arms outstretched. The pebble, however, only flew a meter before falling.
  Pippi noted:
  - The fair sex has surpassed the stronger!
  Tommy shouted:
  - Let me do it again!
  This time, the boy more deftly picked up the flat pebble and launched it across the water. Not very successfully, but it flew further this time.
  Pippi nodded approvingly and said:
  Study, study, and study again!
  The boy and girl started practicing. They picked up pebbles-luckily, there were plenty of them along the coast, dense ones-and threw them. And they succeeded-so-so.
  Pippi would occasionally shoot at the crows, but not fatally, causing them to lose feathers and sing:
  Black raven in the face of death,
  The victim awaits at midnight...
  Black raven guardian of immortality,
  He will meet you at the grave!
  Some of the boys also took off their shoes and started throwing stones. Children's laughter could be heard, and sometimes they even used their fists.
  Tommy noted:
  - A bad example is contagious!
  Annika asked a counter question:
  - Why is it bad? We're getting ready for new fights and adventures!
  The boy answered logically:
  "What's stopping you from throwing a stone or a knife with your hand? You can never throw something so accurately with your foot!"
  Pippi objected:
  - How can this not happen yet!
  And the girl-hero took the pebble and, grabbing it with her bare foot, threw it so that it flew past and broke the fat gadfly in half.
  The boys and girls clapped their hands and whistled with admiration.
  Tommy, however, did not change his mind:
  "Pippi is a phenomenon! But we're ordinary kids, we can't do that! Few adults can do what she does!"
  The boy in jeans exclaimed:
  - She's a super girl! If only she could learn to fly!
  Pippi bared her teeth and replied:
  - I'll learn! My mom can fly!
  -Is she an angel?
  The girl-hero roared:
  - No, she's a witch! And the most powerful witch in the world!
  Annika asked:
  - Evil or good?
  Pippi replied with a sigh:
  - Different! But more often evil than good! But sometimes it helps good people!
  Tommy confirmed with a nod of his fair head:
  - It"s good if she helps people, she will gain good fame!
  Pippi responded by standing on her hands and singing:
  - Who helps people,
  He's wasting his time...
  With good deeds,
  You can't become famous!
  After which he laughed so sweetly. A couple of police officers appeared on the coast. They were wearing uniforms and helmets. They started whistling.
  Pippi stood up and asked:
  - What claims, cops!
  The policeman muttered:
  - Why are you scaring the crows?
  The girl-hero laughed and answered:
  - But are those really crows? They're actually demons that have escaped from the underworld! Can't you see? And their voices are truly demonic!
  The policemen laughed and another asked:
  - Aren't you children cold barefoot?
  Tommy replied:
  - No! It's good that the weather is warm!
  - Watch out, you'll knock your legs off!
  And the couple turned around, they were on some kind of half-mechanical, half-motorized scooter. And everything started humming.
  Pippi giggled and noted with a laugh:
  And I want, I want, I want, I want, again,
  Run across the rooftops chasing pigeons...
  Tease boys, flick them...
  Knock down all the posts on a scooter!
  Tommy noted with a smile:
  - Maybe we should run to the kiosk and buy some ice cream?
  Pippi giggled and chirped:
  Doing something that is completely wrong,
  It's sweeter than even ice cream!
  Annika logically noted:
  - If everyone does what they are not supposed to, then soon it will be impossible to walk on the streets because of the dirt and filth!
  Tommy confirmed:
  - Although order is boring, it is impossible to live without it!
  Pippi logically noted:
  - Exactly - we need a golden mean. The balance between anarchy and dictatorship is democracy!
  One of the boys remarked:
  - You're smart! You're probably an excellent student!
  Pippi shook her head:
  - I don"t go to school!
  The boys asked in chorus:
  - Why?
  The girl-hero sang:
  What kind of school life is this?
  Where there is a test every day,
  Addition, division,
  Multiplication table!
  Tommy sang in response:
  If there were no schools,
  What would a person go to...
  What would a person have sunk to?
  I would turn into a savage again!
  And the boy, with his bare toes, this time threw the pebbles quite accurately and hit the crow, which lost a couple of feathers.
  Pippi said seriously:
  - You're so smart, but you forgot that you can't shoot at crows!
  Tommy squeaked:
  - Why would the blaster scream and yours remain silent? You started chasing them yourself!
  The girl-hero noticed:
  - And I'm a hooligan girl! Children, don't follow my example! I'm very naughty!
  And Pippi reached out and grabbed Tommy's nose with her bare toes. The boy squealed; it really did hurt, and the girl hero possessed titanic strength. Annika screamed:
  - What are you doing? You'll rip his nose off!
  Pippi let go and chirped:
  The heavens help,
  And progress is not in question...
  You will believe in miracles,
  Then you might end up with nothing!
  Indeed, Tommy's nose was very swollen and looked like a plum. And it was clearly painful.
  Pippi nodded again in agreement:
  - Yes, I'm harmful, disgusting, I'm harmful, extremely harmful! And my mother is harmful, just Satan!
  Tommy said tearfully:
  - What if my parents ask me who puffed up my nose like that?
  The heroic girl said confidently:
  - It will heal before the wedding! In the meantime, maybe you can do something else!
  Annika asked with a childish smile:
  - What shall we do?
  Pippi suggested:
  "Let's play a game. We'll throw stones high and count them. The one whose stone hits the ground last wins, and everyone else gets a thump!"
  The boys immediately became sad and began to squeal:
  - No! No! No! This won't do! Our foreheads aren't made of cast iron!
  Pippi laughed and noted:
  - That's the stronger sex! To be afraid of a little girl!
  One of the fair-haired boys answered:
  - You have the strength of an elephant!
  The girl-hero laughed and sang:
  I'm Pippi Superman,
  I don't need help...
  I'll put it down in a moment,
  Fierce elephant!
  Like a lion I creep in the darkness,
  I swim like a flounder...
  And a sense of smell like a dog,
  And an eye like an eagle's!
  After which Pippi stood on her hands again, threw a few pebbles onto her bare, childish soles and began to juggle.
  And it looked very cool and expressive.
  Annika tried to do a handstand, but lost her balance and fell. Then Tony helped her, and the girl somehow managed to pull herself up, with the boy holding her bare feet. But the handstand was hard, and Annika sank down.
  Pippi noticed:
  "You kids should train. Supergirl's friends shouldn't be so weak. You're disgracing both yourselves and me!"
  Tony muttered in response:
  Swedish boy, take the sword in your hands,
  Don't let your honor be trampled by shame...
  There will be a piece of land for the enemy,
  I believe the turning point will come soon!
  Pippi remarked with a good-natured look:
  - You write well, little Byron, but you still have to do some exercises!
  Anniki nodded:
  - We are ready!
  The other boys and girls confirmed, stamping their bare feet:
  - Of course, one hundred percent!
  Pippi sang, spinning like a top:
  One, two, three, four, five,
  Calculate in order...
  We will count children,
  Charging begins!
  And she began to command. First, the children squatted with their arms stretched out in front of them, then did other exercises. And they looked happy and contented.
  Pippi sang again, winking:
  One strike, two strikes,
  He's staggering...
  One strike, two strikes,
  He's lying around...
  One board, two boards,
  The coffin is being built,
  One spatula, two spatula,
  The hole is being dug!
  Tommy objected and stamped his bare foot angrily:
  - No! These are bad and evil songs, we shouldn't sing them!
  Annika confirmed:
  - That's exactly it, you need to sing something kinder and more heartfelt, for example...
  And the girl chirped:
  Boys are running across the field,
  The sun shines joyfully on everyone...
  Children jump like bunnies,
  I believe the young people won't have any problems!
  Pippi objected and stamped her bare, childish foot so hard that a pebble crumbled under her round heel:
  - No! This won't do! The world is cruel and full of villains, and evil must be punished! Good must have fists!
  One of the boys remarked:
  - If you don't fight back, you'll definitely become an outcast and even the girls will beat you up!
  Pippi spun around and sang:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  So it happened that the gorilla took the stone...
  When the enemies are legion without count,
  And in the heart a flame blazes hotly!
  
  The boy sees a machine gun in his dreams,
  He prefers the tank to the Limousine...
  From birth, he will pull that alignment,
  That in the world only strength is respected!
  Tommy answered the belligerent girl boldly:
  It's not bad to be strong, that's for sure,
  But we still have to cook the balls!
  The boys began to make noise. One of them, the tallest, remarked:
  "What's the point of intelligence without strength? A pumped-up fool could strangle even the most hardened academic!"
  Tommy countered:
  - But a smart man can force a thousand stupid botyrs to serve him!
  The boy giggled and replied:
  - Make me do something if you're so smart! I swear I won't obey you!
  Tommy chuckled and muttered:
  - I bet I can make you obey!
  A rather tall boy growled:
  - No!
  Tommy said in an even voice:
  - Stand on that stone and you will see!
  A boy who looked to be about thirteen, that is, much older and taller than his vis-à-vis, stood on a stone, barefoot, and muttered:
  - So what, let's do it!
  Tommy said with a smile:
  - You have already fulfilled my request by standing on the stone!
  The boy jumped down and growled:
  - No, that doesn't count!
  Pippi objected:
  - Everything counts! And so now you'll run to the store and buy a Snow Queen cake for all the kids with your own money.
  Quite large for his age, in fact he is almost the same age as Tommy, although he looks older, about thirteen years, he said with a sigh:
  - A Snow Queen cake? I don't have that kind of money!
  Pippi growled:
  - You're lying! I have it! I'll go through your pockets and take everything you have!
  The boy said with a sigh:
  - I wanted to buy myself a bicycle with a motor!
  The girl-hero giggled and noted:
  - Really? Oh well, you have a nice bike, even without a motor! Come on, let's get some cake before I paint your face with bruises!
  The boy was about to say something, but Pippi took a pebble in her right hand. She squeezed it so hard that it seemed to burst under pressure and crumbled into sand.
  The heroic girl growled:
  - Well! What are you standing there for?
  The boy took off running, not even putting on his sneakers, his bare heels flashing like the paws of some little animal.
  Pippi grinned and sang:
  Oh why, why, why,
  The traffic light was green...
  And because, because, because,
  That he was in love with life!
  Tommy noted:
  - Why are you both strong and fair?
  Annika noted with a sigh:
  "The Snow Queen is a great cake. But it also needs..."
  One of the girls squeaked:
  - Fresh milk!
  Pippi answered confidently:
  - Well, that won't be a problem, there will be milk!
  And the heroic girl whistled. And indeed, a barefoot boy in shorts appeared, holding a bucket. Something white was splashing in it.
  Pippi tossed the boy a small gold coin, which, like a magician's trick, suddenly appeared in her empty palm. The boy bowed and thanked her. In his other hand, he held a basket of paper cups. Nearby stood an orange table, and the children sat down at it. A boy in shorts and a torn T-shirt poured milk into their glasses. A young prisoner appeared with a rather hefty cake, lavishly decorated with flowers and large frosting snowflakes.
  Pippi pulled a knife from her belt and began cutting slices. At her gesture, the boy in the torn T-shirt and the stocky man who had brought the cake sat down at the table.
  Pippi replied with a smile:
  - There is no evil in my heart! Let's feast!
  She also cut off a piece for herself, after which she said:
  - But eat slowly! I'll tell you something!
  The girl-hero giggled and noted:
  "My friends Tommy and Annika and I freed my father from pirate captivity. You know that. But don't think I just up and scattered them all like kittens. Firstly, there were a lot of pirates, secondly, they had muskets and cannons, and yet, even though she's a strong girl, she's not bulletproof!"
  The tall boy nodded and remarked:
  - Yes, I understand, brute force doesn"t solve everything!
  Pippi nodded with a smile:
  - So my friend Tommy came up with an original plan!
  All the boys and girls exclaimed in chorus:
  - And what a plan!
  Tommy sang:
  - The army, alas, is an obstacle,
  Strength is intelligence, no need...
  We will not go head-on to the assault,
  No strength, no strength, no strength,
  It takes intelligence!
  Pippi laughed and replied:
  - This is our big secret,
  Believe it or not?
  Annika remarked with a smile:
  "To defeat the strongest enemy, you must know their weaknesses. Otherwise, you'll find yourself like a rabbit in a beam of light!"
  Tommy confirmed:
  - The reconnoitered enemy is already half defeated!
  There was a pause. The children leisurely ate the delicious cake and washed it down with fresh, almost steaming milk. Annika suddenly asked:
  - Whose milk is this?
  One of the boys muttered:
  - Whose? It's tastier than a cow's!
  The boy in the torn T-shirt answered:
  - This is the milk of a female unicorn. And it heals all wounds well.
  Tommy mechanically touched his nose, which had recently been swollen by Pippi's steel-clamping bare fingers, and noted:
  - Wow! Everything went well! Great!
  The boy in the torn T-shirt nodded:
  "Yes, this is wonderful milk! If anyone has scars, they will disappear too. But unfortunately, the unicorn is only milked once a week!"
  Pippi nodded and snapped her fingers, then threw in a gold coin and noted:
  "This boy is not exactly simple. He looks very poor, but in fact, he was once one of Santa Claus's pages, but then he was kicked out for some misdemeanor!"
  The boy in the torn T-shirt nodded:
  - Unfortunately, they kicked me out for good reason! I almost caused a general meltdown!
  And the child wizard sang:
  Frost the Voivode led the battle,
  And he shook his staff hard...
  Snow and big blizzards arose,
  The snowstorm bent the birch tree!
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Tommy exclaimed:
  - Wow! Total icing and what's that?
  The boy, wearing a torn T-shirt so that his sculpted abs were visible, answered:
  "With the staff!" the boy quickly added. "I wanted spring to come sooner, but you have to know how to wield the staff properly. However, if it worked, it could have been even worse: terrible floods would have started, and the sun would have been as hot as the Sahara in Europe!"
  Tommy responded with a chorus:
  There are no miracles in this world,
  We are surrounded by hustle and bustle...
  And I always lack something,
  And I always feel like I'm missing something!
  In the winter of summer, in the winter of summer,
  In the autumn of spring!
  Pippi growled angrily:
  - It seems to me that you lack intelligence! And there is too much stupidity!
  Tommy laughed and replied:
  - Our minds must be kind, and our hearts very wise!
  Annika squeaked with a smile:
  The soul's impulses of wondrous beauty,
  A tough fighter fought for his homeland...
  After all, wonderful dreams have come true,
  He was not afraid of the armada of evil enemies!
  Pippi replied sweetly:
  - Yes, I understand, you know how to rhyme, but you don"t fight very well!
  Tommy countered:
  - No! You remember showing me a low kick, and I reproduced it quite deftly, and the pirates collided heads with a bang!
  Annika added:
  - And I tripped him up and the pirate boatswain went tumbling down the stairs!
  The tall boy whistled:
  - Wow, you seem to be overthinking it!
  In response, Pippi threw a piece of cream at the boy with her bare toes, hitting him right in the nose and hissed:
  - Look, if you slander my friends, you'll get it!
  Tommy exclaimed with pathos:
  A sinful man will get his due,
  You will burn in the fire like a spider...
  Demons will torment you in the underworld,
  Those who worshiped Satan!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  - Yes, my brother is a really cool person! He composes like Byron!
  Pippi shook her fist:
  - Be more modest! Modesty is the crowning glory of talent! Especially since Byron-well, it's a beautiful rhyme, to say the least, but as for the content, I wouldn't say it's superb!
  One of the girls sitting at the table squeaked:
  They rhymed whatever they could,
  We were just exhausted,
  How many bananas can you pick?
  You'd better drink some coconut!
  And the children burst out laughing. Their laughter was cheerful and playful, and overall they were so, well, sweet, and their faces were pleasant. Youth is generally beautiful, which is more than can be said about old age.
  Tommy noted:
  - Many children can compose rhymes! It's even a special gift they have!
  Annika nodded with a smile:
  - And especially if it is spiritual and makes April, or even better, May, blossom in the soul!
  Pippi giggled and chirped:
  - Let Tommy sing something soulful! I'll give him three whole gold coins for it!
  One of the girls squeaked:
  - Let me sing and dance!
  Pippi laughed and replied:
  - Maybe... But I need the boy to compose something himself, something very witty and beautiful!
  The tall boy remarked:
  - I spent the money on a cake. Would you like me to dance?
  The girl-hero giggled:
  - No! I've already seen the hippopotamus dance!
  Annika chirped with a smile:
  Elephants, hippos, tigers, mermaids,
  They are capable of dancing so briskly under duress!
  Pippi interrupted:
  - I'm not asking you to perform a parody, I'm asking you to perform something soulful!
  Tommy nodded confidently.
  -If you please!
  After which the boy, who had the ability to rhyme, began to sing:
  What you have done is radiant,
  Grace has been poured out upon the human race!
  This is what you, holy God, gave me,
  Soul, joy, heartfelt mercy!
  
  Lucifer, having turned us into Sodom,
  The offspring of sin and pride!
  He raised his sword to the sacred throne of the Lord,
  And he decided that now he was omnipotent!
  
  Chorus.
  My God, how beautiful and pure you are,
  I believe that you are infinitely right!
  You gave your glorious life on the cross,
  And now there will be bitterness in my heart forever!
  
  You are the Lord of beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless, bright light!
  You shed precious blood on the cross,
  The planet was saved by boundless sacrifice!
  
  Evil rages in rebellious hearts,
  Satan is tearing the human race apart with his claws!
  But death will be cast into dust,
  And the Lord will be with us forever!
  
  The devil waged war against the Lord God.
  The enemy fought cruelly and treacherously!
  But Christ crushed Satan with love,
  Having proven his truth on the cross!
  
  We brothers must merge into one stream,
  Direct your heart, mind and feelings to Jesus!
  So that the Great God may help us to be saved,
  And forever and ever we will praise the Lord!
  
  So that the soul may find its peace forever,
  The whole world must work together in the Lord"s harvest!
  And forever, Almighty, we will be with you,
  I want to pray harder and harder!
  
  What you have done will last forever,
  Infinite and wise ruler of the universe!
  You illuminated me with the streams of life,
  And I believe that our love will be true!
  The children clapped their hands, their sweet faces shining with happiness.
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Bravo! You earned it, kid, not just three, but four gold coins.
  And the heroic girl threw a yellow circle with her bare toes. Tommy caught it. Then Pippi threw another one with her tanned foot. And the boy caught it again.
  And the third was deftly caught by the palm. But Tommy missed the fourth.
  Pippi noted:
  - You're still far from being a monkey!
  The boy responded logically to this:
  - But monkeys don't compose songs! And dexterity without intelligence is like a gun without a sight!
  The girl-hero muttered:
  - You can't argue with that! It's crazy...
  Pippi wanted to make a joke, but nothing witty came to mind. So she tossed the pebble higher with her bare foot. It flew so high that it disappeared from view.
  The heroic girl growled:
  -There is no one stronger than me! And you will obey me!
  Annika noted:
  - Submit, maybe we will, but strength alone is not enough to make people love you! And often it's even the opposite!
  Tommy logically noted:
  - It's like in the fairy tale when a child shouted to a girl, "I'll order you to be beaten with a whip and you'll love me very much!"
  Pippi giggled and squealed:
  The world is based on violence,
  The volcano of rage lashes out with full force...
  The highest tension of forces,
  Wakes up with pain and fear!
  The boys and girls hissed in displeasure. And Tommy declared:
  - No, this is wrong!
  Annika also sang:
  All people on the big planet,
  We should always be friends,
  Children should always laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world,
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - Well, that"s said, but peace is a relative concept and I"ll explain it to you clearly and in rhyme!
  After which the girl-hero began to sing:
  Now, if there are problems in the universe,
  It doesn't happen at any cost...
  You don't want changes anymore,
  The man doesn't know what he wants!
  
  And there is Chernobog with mighty power,
  The Great has universal power...
  He gives a man a blow right in the forehead,
  So that the human race does not become completely wild!
  
  Yes, the Almighty Rod created Him,
  So that people have a meaning to develop...
  For a person to want everything at once,
  And people learned to fight hard!
  
  As the warrior conquers evil,
  Rod created it for the benefit of man...
  And for the soul and body he poured out goodness,
  It's never too late to learn to fight!
  
  What does Almighty God want?
  So that they don"t dare bring the Elves to their knees...
  So that evil fate does not rule,
  So that hundreds of generations may develop!
  
  Yes, Chernobog is an incentive for people,
  So that there is no laziness, no stagnation...
  So that you smash the orchestra player into pieces,
  Let's walk through Okrlin in a friendly formation!
  
  So don't get lost if it's hard,
  When troubles befall the Fatherland...
  Rod will do it beautifully and easily,
  If only people would move!
  
  And Chernobog is just your older brother,
  Although he is strict, he loves you endlessly...
  You will achieve the greatest result,
  When you will serve Elfia forever!
  Pippi sang with such aggressive force, and very well indeed. And then she whistled. Several crows fainted at once. And as she fell, one hit the helmet of a policeman who was secretly keeping an eye on the children's revelry. And the policeman was truly knocked unconscious.
  Tommy chirped with aplomb:
  The sun is shining above us,
  Not life, but grace...
  To those who are responsible for us,
  It's high time to understand!
  We are little children,
  And we love to chew!
  And our mother tells us,
  While I chew on cabbage...
  And he will cook porridge,
  I hope she's empty!
  Pippi countered this by stamping her bare, strong foot:
  - No! That won't do! You can't tell your mother to be empty, it's both mean and ugly!
  Annika clarified:
  - My brother meant that the porridge would be empty, and not at all for mom!
  Tommy confirmed:
  - I don't like eating porridge. Well, maybe semolina porridge with jam is okay, but barley or oatmeal, for example, are not tasty at all!
  One of the girls sitting at the table squeaked:
  Semolina porridge with fig jam is amazing! I highly recommend it!
  The boy in the torn T-shirt and former servant of Santa Claus sang with a sweet look:
  Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate,
  I believe there will be harmony in our home!
  Pippi exclaimed:
  - Come on, dance! I want you to make us laugh!
  The boy was about to object, but, catching the stern gaze of the powerful girl, he meekly rose from his chair. He walked away and began dancing something unintelligible.
  The bare feet of a boy who looked about thirteen flashed by. Pippi and the other kids giggled. It was truly quite funny.
  Tommy blurted out something not quite on topic:
  - My lady, you shouldn"t be offended by the hares!
  He wanted to continue, but something in the rhyme didn't work... Pippi watched the barefoot boy dance for a while longer, but she got tired of it. And she commanded:
  - One, two, three - freeze!
  The dance stopped. And the girl-hero declared:
  - Everyone, disperse! My friends are following me, let's open the bottle!
  After which it will jump up and leap a good ten meters, and then land.
  The children didn't argue and went their separate ways. Tommy and Annika stayed with Pippi.
  The boy even sang:
  Children, get ready for school,
  The cockerel crowed long ago...
  Just wash your face with cream,
  First-graders can't do it!
  The heroic girl growled:
  - You're not a first-grader! You're almost grown-ups! Ten years is practically a milestone!
  Tommy took it and chirped again:
  On the Hollywood diet,
  I moved over as quickly as possible...
  But two banquets waved,
  Three birthdays, anniversary!
  Annika giggled and remarked:
  "It's still so nice to be kids, not adults! For example, we can eat as much as we want and not gain weight, even without dieting!"
  Pippi noted aggressively:
  - I'll drive you so hard you won't even need a diet! That's for sure! You'll be as slim as a stick!
  Tommy exclaimed:
  Family dinner at a restaurant,
  A hearty lunch in a Finnish sauna...
  The reservoir is located...
  Funeral, friendly reception!
  They headed to the house where Pippi Longstocking lived. After her father, the King of the South Seas, returned, she had slightly rebuilt her house. She painted it orange and made it in the shape of a rosebud.
  The children padded barefoot, and Tommy and Annika's soles were already starting to burn and itch from the small pebbles. It's unnoticeable at first, but if you walk along the path for a long time, when your feet aren't used to being barefoot, after a while it feels like your heels are being beaten with bamboo sticks.
  And so the boy and girl began to groan and limp, but they did not put on socks and sandals out of pride, so as not to appear weak in front of Pippi.
  But when they entered the house and the children"s worn, scratched soles stepped onto the soft, silky, recently purchased Persian carpet, it was a truly blissful feeling.
  Tommy, a boy of about ten years old, squeaked:
  - How ticklish and pleasant!
  Annika agreed:
  - Yes, it"s great, it"s like petting a cat!
  Pippi nodded:
  "You're doing great. I saw how badly your legs were bruised. But you endured and kept smiling. And for that, thank you!"
  After which the heroic girl placed the bottle on the black, lacquered table. She jumped barefoot onto the coal surface and sang:
  Don't give up, guys-fighters,
  Go boldly into battle...
  Then you will be great,
  In a fierce and hand-to-hand fight!
  Tommy noted:
  - We will naturally be great!
  Pippi placed the bottle on the table and hit its bottom. And the cork flew out. And the next moment, a folded piece of paper. Written on it was: "What's in Arabic?"
  Pippi narrowed her eyes and noted:
  - I think I know this language! Many spells are written in it.
  And the girl-hero began to read, moving her lips.
  And then she said with a grin:
  "Wow! It turns out my mother sent me a medallion that can transport us through time. But she also tells me she's being held captive by Koschei. And Koschei's setting us a condition: help Nicholas II defeat Japan and only then free my mother. And what's interesting is that Artemis-that's my mother's name-wants me to actually help the Russians defeat the Japanese... Although, frankly, I don't care!"
  Tommy noted:
  "The Russians are bad. They defeated King Charles XII and took our lands. It would have been better for us to help our comrades defeat Peter the Great!"
  Annika stamped her small, bare foot and squeaked:
  "Exactly, let's help Charles XII. What do we care about Tsar Nicholas II? Let the Japanese beat him, or rather, let's not stop them from beating Russia!"
  Pippi objected:
  - No! My mother believes it's better to keep the Romanov dynasty in power in Tsarist Russia, and she's not wrong, at least when it comes to politics. So I'll have to go and help this loser of a tsar!
  Tommy whistled:
  - Oh, I see! This is turning out to be an interesting adventure!
  Annika added:
  - Fighting adults? It's even better than fighting pirates!
  Pippi squeaked:
  - So will you follow me! Or will you prefer to play the coward!
  Tommy spread his hands in confusion:
  - And our parents...
  Annika then objected:
  "Pippi has a special watch. Where an adventure takes a month, here it's only a minute. Remember how Pippi and I flew off to free the father of the King of the South Seas? It took several days, and in our world, no one even noticed. So don't be afraid, your parents won't notice a thing."
  Pippi nodded:
  - Exactly! In the new world, time will flow differently. And even if we stay here for a long time, we'll still be children. And this has some advantages - it will be much harder to kill. The different flow of time will provide protection from bullets, bombs, shells, and shrapnel!
  Tommy scratched the top of his head, noting:
  - Is that true? Will we be immortal?
  The heroic girl replied:
  - Not quite so... If only it were that simple. But protection is, in principle, possible. So, are you coming with me or not?
  Annika noted:
  - What, we won"t take anything with us?
  Pippi answered logically:
  "You're just little kids in this world, not even teenagers. If you go back to your parents and start rummaging around, they'll start asking questions and bothering you. So it's best if I take care of the supplies myself. Three backpacks-two small ones for you and one big one for me-are already ready. So we can set off right now!"
  Tommy noted:
  "Our parents went away visiting today and won't be back until tomorrow. So we have some time. Besides, we told them we'd be staying with you, Pippi, and they trust you..."
  Annika nodded:
  - That's right, we ate well, took a walk, and are tired. Maybe we should take a little nap?
  The girl-hero wrinkled her forehead and answered:
  - Okay! I'll give you permission to rest and sleep for a few hours. You'll gain strength, children!
  Tommy smiled and asked:
  - Aren't you a child?
  Pippi answered with a cheerful look:
  "I'm a child, really, but I've already seen so much. I could do magic at two, but I hid it from you. So don't think of me as small fry! Or a representative of the younger generation!"
  Annika burst out laughing and remarked:
  I know in my heart we are not children,
  You have your own friends...
  Only the best years in the world,
  Gives memory to both of us!
  Tommy remarked with a sigh:
  - When we grow up, we'll have to separate, and you'll have your own husband! And we'll rarely see each other!
  Annika laughed and replied:
  "Maybe it would be better to stay kids forever? That would be really great - eternal childhood, and no more cigarettes and alcohol - which smell pretty disgusting!"
  Pippi grinned and replied:
  - You'll live and see whether you'll be happy or not. Maybe you'll get tired of childhood too! But for now, let's go to bed to refresh ourselves. Then it'll be really fun.
  The children settled down on a large inflatable mattress. It was soft and comfortable for the boy and girl. And they quickly began sniffling.
  And Pippi started reading an encyclopedia of wars. She knew how to read and write, though she hadn't gone to school on purpose. So what was the Russo-Japanese War? For a Swedish child, it was like a fairytale battle between mice and frogs. And what's so interesting about that? Although the Swedes consider the Russians bad, the Japanese attacked first. And they struck the squadron in Port Arthur. And damaged three large Russian ships. And this happened in early February, European style.
  Yes, it really was checkmate. The war from then on was largely Japanese-led. Russian troops were losing battles, though the Japanese suffered more casualties. And so it went... Until Tsushima, which ended in complete disaster for the Russian fleet. And finally, the samurai captured Sakhalin. The cruiser Varyag's heroic breakout attempt stands out.
  Pippi exclaimed:
  "What a task! On one side, three children barely ten years old, and on the other, the powerful army and navy of the Land of the Rising Sun. The forces are utterly unequal!"
  Meanwhile, Tommy and Annika were dreaming something exciting.
  CHAPTER No 3.
  A boy and a girl walked along the road, in some interesting new world. It was like Germany, not modern, but medieval. The children were dressed in rags and barefoot, but the weather was sunny and warm. Their feet were already calloused, so the pebbles and large gravel didn't hurt. In fact, their calloused soles felt comfortable.
  A knight rode past, accompanied by a boy squire. The warrior wore silver armor and rich attire. The boy, too, was dressed neatly and wore patent leather boots, a sign of prosperity. Peasant children and young women, if encountered, were usually barefoot. Older men and women wore some kind of bast shoes.
  Tommy noticed, glancing down at himself. He was wearing only a torn shirt and above-the-knee pants, also greasy and full of holes:
  - Why have we become so victorious?
  Annika, who was also wearing a short, torn, dirty cotton dress and barefoot, with her legs scratched and her feet black from dust, answered:
  "And now we're making the Hajj to Rome. And although our parents aren't poor, they're dressed in rags!"
  The boy winked and remarked:
  - Hajj to Rome? How interesting that would be!
  But so far there had been nothing interesting. The children had been walking for a long time. Their legs were already starting to ache dully from fatigue, and their stomachs were empty. Their feet were also slightly numb from the sharp stones, and the calluses on their soles were itchy.
  Plus, the sun had disappeared behind a cloud, making it much colder. It was spring here, and you could see the snow still lingering under the trees.
  Tommy and Anika reached the village and tried knocking on doors. But not only did no one let them in, they were shouted at and chased away.
  The children couldn't find a place to settle down and moved on. The sun had completely set. It had become cold. And the boy and girl were half-naked, in tattered rags that offered no warmth.
  And they have to keep going to stay warm. And it's hard. Their calves ache from the day's work, their soles ache, their backs start to ache, and their hunger grows stronger. But they can't stop. Unfortunately, there are no haystacks anywhere to climb into and warm up. So they have to keep going.
  Tommy, to distract himself from the ever-increasing pain in his legs, exhausted from long walking, asked Annika:
  - Why are we going to Rome?
  The barefoot, exhausted girl readily answered:
  - So that the Pope would bless the children's expedition to Jerusalem!
  The boy stepped on a sharp stone with his small, bare foot. But his callused and callused soles felt only a dull sting. They had been walking for a long time. Before, it had been even harder. But the skin on children's feet grows quickly and becomes stronger than that of their boots.
  Tommy logically noted:
  "Why bless a children's expedition? Or rather, why even need one? Let the Arabs live as they please, and it's not our job to march to Jerusalem and lead another ten thousand children!"
  Annika objected:
  "If children go on a hike, angels will bless and protect them. And then, following the children's bare feet, the Lord Jesus Christ himself and the Most Holy Mother of God, Mary, will enter Jerusalem!"
  The boy noted with a sigh:
  - What if there are angels in our world? Have you even seen one?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - To see angels, you need spiritual vision!
  And then the children involuntarily closed their eyes, a light flashed before them, and a girl of wondrous beauty appeared. Her skin was white as snow, her eyes glowed like sapphires, and her hair was curly and the color of gold leaf. And she was completely luminous, as if the sun had risen at night.
  The children were involuntarily stunned. Even the girl fell to her knees.
  And the boy's legs gave way.
  The girl with golden hair said tenderly:
  - Don't be afraid! I'm an angel!
  Tommy replied with a smile:
  -I see that you are an angel! How wonderful!
  The girl stepped barefoot, her dress seemingly woven from stars, and her back glittered with swan wings. How beautiful she was-human girls are never so sweet, so dazzlingly, yet so delicately beautiful. And although her skin was as white as snow, she didn't seem pale; on the contrary, she seemed full of life and energy.
  And when the angel's bare feet fell upon the stones, delicate, beautiful flowers began to bloom on them: yellow, red, white. And a wonderful aroma wafted forth.
  The angel girl nodded:
  - Dear children, I know you're going through a tough time right now. You're hungry, tired, and every bone in your body aches, but it will pass!
  Tommy bowed and replied:
  - Serving Christ requires sacrifice!
  The angel girl snapped her fingers, and two cookies appeared in her palms. And the beautiful woman said:
  - Eat them and you will feel light and pleasant!
  The children carefully picked up the angel food cookies and took a bite. The taste was truly delicious. And their bodies filled with energy.
  The angel girl said:
  "Go to Rome, and may the Lord bless you! Convey to the Pope the call for children to march. And the Almighty will give you a sign so that they will believe you!"
  Tommy replied with a bow:
  - We will fulfill the order of the Almighty God!
  The girl shook her head, her hair shining like the dome of an Orthodox church, and disappeared. All that remained were a few flowerbeds shaped like bare, girlish feet, each filled with wondrous flowers.
  Annika noted:
  - This is truly a miracle! And you doubted that angels exist!
  Tommy replied with a sigh:
  - Now I have no doubt about it! I saw it myself!
  The boy and girl finished the cookies the beautiful angel had given them. Their fatigue vanished without a trace, and they felt full of energy.
  The children set off again at a brisk pace down the road. They were both full and at the same time light-hearted, not just when you've stuffed yourself to the brim.
  And the mood is so upbeat. And it's just time to sing. And Tommy began to sing, and Annika joined in:
  We children are marching towards blessed Rome,
  There the Holy Pope gives grace...
  The Catholic throne is the most important one,
  He will send our young army on a campaign!
  
  Let's go, guys, on the greatest campaign,
  And the regiments will plow Palestine...
  The crown of Catholicism is real,
  And we need to read books about God!
  
  Here bare feet walk on sharp pebbles,
  The soles of children are like the bones of hooves...
  Let Abel be honored, not Cain,
  And the evil parasite will be crushed!
  
  The Lord will reconcile all people,
  He will show everyone the gracious face of Christ...
  A miracle will come from the Virgin Mary,
  And there will be no number of military exploits!
  
  We children walk slowly through Rome,
  And we are very pleased to see this city...
  May the Lord greet us with a tender embrace,
  And there will be a pleasant and bright layout!
  
  I'm Tommy, a boy, with my sister Annita,
  We are children from Sweden, a kind country...
  And our hearts are open to Jesus,
  Let us be faithful to the Lord with our souls!
  
  So we set out on this greatest campaign,
  And thousands of barefoot children stomp...
  A real cherub flies above us,
  Let the villain be smeared across the wall!
  
  When we are in the sands of Palestine,
  I believe that an angel will protect us from evil blades...
  We are united in heart with Mary,
  And we will become a dear family forever!
  
  From God will come to us a command, believe me,
  Fighting enemies with more than just a sword...
  From the light of Mary will come forgiveness,
  And we must save the universe in battle!
  
  When Jesus comes from the throne of heaven,
  And he will playfully resurrect the dead...
  It will be such a big crown, believe me,
  And the friendship of children with Christ is monolithic!
  
  Annita and Tommy will receive the grace pie,
  And they too will feast on Christ forever...
  Life in heaven will be better for everyone, believe me,
  Just don't moan in pain, guys!
  
  The Kingdom of Heaven will soon come,
  The greatness of God will be seen by the whole world, the whole universe...
  The evil Cain will go to the hell of the fire,
  Therefore the Devil is being stupid in vain!
  
  And you, children, serve the Mother of God,
  Pray to Christ and Mary in love...
  Love your friend, and do not sin evil,
  Because success cannot be built on blood!
  
  Here God resurrected all people at once quickly,
  Now they are all handsome, young stallions...
  There will be no more Gomorrah, Sodom,
  After all, everyone is submissive and honest before the Almighty!
  The children finished singing and stomped a fair distance with their bare, small, rough feet.
  But it was still dark, and there was no sign of fatigue. And the well-read Tommy reminded:
  "But we say the Pope grants grace. But didn't Catholics in the Middle Ages exterminate millions of people in the fires of the Inquisition, the Crusades, and other religious wars?"
  Annika replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, that happened... But that's history, and what does the future say?
  The boy picked up a pebble with his bare toes and threw it up, and answered:
  Our future is foggy,
  In our past there is sometimes hell, sometimes heaven...
  Our money doesn't go into our pockets,
  It's morning, get up!
  The girl giggled and noted:
  "Yes, that's true, the future is foggy. But you know, in any case, when beautiful women are tortured and burned at the stake, it's banditry, and there's no justification for it!"
  Tommy nodded in agreement:
  - Indeed not!
  A young man suddenly appeared before the children. He glowed a bright scarlet. He was handsome, but his emerald eyes were hard, and his short-cropped hair was violet. He wore crimson armor, and on his back were blood-red wings-not swan-like, but bat-like. His horn wasn't visible, but in his right hand he held a sharp, lifeless sword.
  Annika exclaimed:
  "The devil!"
  The young man, with a smile that, despite his white teeth, seemed sinister, retorted:
  - No! The word "devil" is translated from Greek as "slanderer"! And I always tell the truth!
  Tommy asked:
  - And who is the Pope?
  The young man, glowing scarlet, replied:
  - This is the head of the Roman Catholic Church!
  Annika smiled and remarked:
  - Generally correct! And what should I address you as?
  The beautiful angel replied:
  - Call me Lucifer!
  Tommy replied with a smile:
  - Satan or Lucifer - it's all the same!
  The young man objected:
  - No! When I'm kind, I'm Lucifer, but if I'm angry, I become Satan!
  Annika noted:
  - Lucifer means light-bearer, like Prometheus!
  Tommy noted:
  - And Satan means - adversary! And not so much of God, but of creation!
  Lucifer nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, that's right! I see you're smart children beyond your years, and quite erudite. But tell me, why does God allow evil?
  The young ragamuffins hesitated, their faces tense with deep thought.
  Annika replied with a sigh:
  - I don't know! I doubt any priest or theologian will be able to answer!
  Tommy suggested:
  - Maybe so there would be freedom of choice! After all, if there was no evil, everyone would follow the same path!
  Lucifer muttered:
  - You're a smart boy! Here, take it!
  And he tossed a gold coin. Tommy caught it deftly. He took a closer look. It was indeed gold, and depicted in profile a boy wearing a crown.
  Tommy exclaimed:
  - Wow! He looks like me!
  Lucifer nodded:
  - This is you! You can become a prince, or even a king!
  Annika noted:
  "When Satan offers something, it's best not to take it-it can be dangerous! Especially if the contract is signed in blood!"
  Tommy confirmed, stamping his childish foot angrily:
  - I will not sell my soul!
  Lucifer grinned and remarked:
  "Only the one who has one can sell his soul. And the one who has it will never sell it. But it's a paradox... However, boy, if you want, I'll make you king without any conditions!"
  Tommy narrowed his eyes and asked:
  - Without any conditions, what's the catch?
  The young man answered with a smile:
  "Being king is not only a great joy, but also a responsibility. And don't think you'll enjoy dealing with complex state affairs every day!"
  The boy shrugged:
  "You can live and have fun while sitting on the throne, and then hand over power to a cardinal! That's what happened with Richelieu!"
  Lucifer noted:
  - Yes, that's possible. But the cardinal might want to become king himself!
  Tommy countered:
  "Richelieu didn't want to! And anyway, many billionaires have managers, while they themselves live lavishly and have fun!"
  Annika confirmed:
  - Yes, I even read about such people!
  Lucifer sang:
  You are the king, and everything is subject to you,
  It's clear, it's clear..
  And the whole earth trembles,
  Under the heel of the king!
  The boy giggled and noted:
  - It trembles under my bare heel! So small and childish!
  The young man nodded:
  - So you want to become king!
  Annika whispered loudly:
  - Don't agree, it will be bad!
  Tommy clarified:
  - Which state?
  Lucifer replied with a smile:
  - In this case, France! And that will be great!
  The boy looked back and answered:
  - You know, if you're afraid of wolves, don't go into the forest! I agree! I'll be king!
  Annika squeaked:
  - Then let me be a princess! After all, I'm his sister!
  Lucifer exclaimed:
  - I will do so!
  And it spun around its axis. A dozen lightning bolts struck the ground at once.
  Tommy found himself on a throne. A very large throne, so big his back wouldn't touch it. And on his head was a crown, quite heavy; they even put a pillow under it to keep a child's head from slipping through and climbing up to his shoulders.
  On his feet were bulky boots studded with precious stones. And in general, he seemed somehow overweight. His uniform was too big for him, and on it were orders, also made of precious stones, gold and platinum, making it difficult to wear.
  The boy looked around. The throne room was quite large and luxurious, with statues and gilded walls.
  It was full of servants and courtiers. And at Tommy's right hand sat a girl. She was wearing a dress literally covered in diamonds. And on her head was a crown of precious stones.
  The boy barely recognized Annika. The girl winked back.
  The very act of sitting on the throne in this large uniform, which is too big for one"s height and build, with a heavy crown on one"s head, on a golden surface is not very pleasant.
  Tommy even whispered:
  Kings can do anything,
  Kings can do anything...
  And the fate of the whole earth,
  They sometimes do!
  But whatever you say,
  But whatever you say,
  Marry for love,
  Not one, not one king can!
  Not one, not one king can!
  The boy didn't notice that he had switched from a whisper to a sound. And the audience applauded and shouted:
  - Bravo! Bravo!
  - Long live the king!
  - Vivat to the emperor!
  Tommy said with a smile:
  - Well, I'm happy!
  And suddenly I realized that being king wasn't so unpleasant after all. In fact, there were some positive aspects.
  And the boy-monarch began to sing:
  Not only a sword, not only a whip,
  The crown needs love...
  After all, without love, even two minutes,
  You can't sit on the throne!
  
  Love is a helper in everything,
  Sometimes he does harm skillfully...
  And we call her a saint,
  And we call her vile!
  
  For love in all kingdoms,
  They always challenged to a duel...
  It seems that fighting for love is useful,
  Let our dream come true!
  
  And the king is the master of the people,
  And in short, the big gentleman...
  We will see Eden far away,
  And let the Lord be one!
  
  We will fight for France,
  How true our hearts are to our Motherland...
  After all, the fighters of light know how to fight,
  For the sake of faith, love, and dreams!
  
  We will rush across the seas like arrows,
  And a squadron to the British seas...
  Children's faces will be filled with joy,
  The boy is a brave and daring sailor!
  
  To the king, if he is only a child,
  I also want to run barefoot...
  The nightingale's voice is so clear,
  You can't catch a bird by force!
  
  No, I like it when my heart is sad,
  This is a very sad scenario,
  Bright feelings awaken,
  The boy is loading his machine gun!
  
  There is chocolate ice cream,
  And cool marmalade with raisins...
  A pioneer marches in a detachment,
  He's really going to the parade!
  
  I once had a backpack,
  The boy also went to school...
  He performed a cheerful dance,
  That would be enough strength!
  
  But now I am the king on the throne,
  And it"s really hard to serve...
  I sit in a magnificent royal crown,
  And in your hands is a scepter, not an oar!
  
  I can order to hang,
  Anyone who goes against me...
  This is what children are like,
  Giving an account in battle!
  
  The enemies of the French have no chance,
  Now I am their master...
  I believe the ball will fall into the pocket,
  And an heir, a son, will be born!
  
  Don't throw words to the wind,
  To avoid any stupidity, know...
  The devils are raging in the underworld,
  Well, the angels honor heaven!
  
  It will be wonderful guys,
  Because now the crown is on me...
  We can even break an atom,
  Make people on Earth happy!
  
  Lord Jesus is above us,
  We keep the Mother of God in our hearts...
  We will express our faith in verse,
  And the Lord will be loved by us!
  
  Even though I'm still a boy, believe me,
  But his mind is like that of an elder himself...
  We are such powerful children,
  God did not create us in vain!
  
  Where the evil lizard crawls,
  Well, where does the dragon fly?
  The beast of hell opens its mouth,
  The unclean Sodom is whipping up!
  
  We never know any obstacles,
  By faith in the Lord God Christ...
  We must fight for France,
  Protecting both mother and father!
  
  If snow falls from the sky,
  Know that grace will multiply...
  We are for France with the power of the coat of arms,
  The thief will run away in wild fear!
  
  Well, in short, the boy is nimble,
  He will defeat all the evil orcs, believe me...
  The wolf will be trained to be hungry,
  Even though she is a free beast!
  
  We will reach the end of the camp,
  And we will conquer the peaks of all the mountains,
  Let's ask the Devil from the pedestal,
  Let light, happiness and peace reign!
  CHAPTER No 4.
  Beautiful maidservants in short skirts and bare, tanned feet entered the throne room. They carried a huge, richly decorated cake. The confection was truly impressive, featuring cream swans, roses, butterflies, and dragonflies-quite beautiful.
  The girls were very beautiful, and they wore gold brooches adorned with precious stones in their hair. And yet their feet were bare; you could even see the calloused soles, indicating that the girls went without shoes practically all year round.
  Tommy and Annika are the children who became kings and queens, or princes and princesses, in their dreams.
  They pulled out golden forks and spoons and began cutting up the pieces. Other children, dressed in their finest, also began to eat. They ate this sponge cake thickly saturated with cream, condensed milk, and chocolate.
  Tommy noted:
  - This is a very good confection! And fragrant, like a mixture of honey and wild herbs!
  Annika agreed:
  - Yes, this cake is very good! And let the other children eat it too!
  One of the girls noted:
  - And some prudes say that sweets are harmful for children!
  Tommy countered:
  - It's natural for children to eat sweets and tasty things! And what's natural can't be harmful!
  And then Pippi Longstocking, the supergirl, plopped down on the cake. Cream, chocolate, and condensed milk flew everywhere.
  Annika replied in annoyance:
  - What a good thing you ruined!
  Pippi began to sing:
  How many of their cakes are good,
  Left to lie on the sand...
  Near an unfamiliar village,
  On a nameless height!
  Tommy chuckled and noted:
  - Well, okay, I hope this isn't our last cake. Maybe we'll bring in another one!
  Pippi laughed and replied:
  "Don't be afraid! Everything destroyed can be restored. Including the resurrection of the dead! Although, having died, we don't die forever!"
  And the cool girl jumped up, snapped her bare toes, and a miracle happened. The shattered cake was reassembled into one piece. Except for the pieces the prince and princess had already managed to cut off.
  One of the noble boys muttered:
  - This is frivolous!
  Annika answered back:
  - Why isn't it cool?
  The young count noted:
  - Because freaky is cooler than funny!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - We saw that nothing terrible happened! And now you're starting to shed crocodile tears!
  Tommy countered:
  - Not crocodile tears, but children's tears!
  Annika exclaimed:
  - Okay, cut the cake into pieces.
  Very beautiful, barefoot, tanned, yet fair-haired girls began cutting the cake into pieces and placing the pieces of the confectionery on decorated plates. And the children began to happily eat these delicious pieces.
  Pippi grinned and replied with a satisfied look:
  - You already have bread, but you lack a spectacle!
  Tommy chuckled and noted:
  - Of course, circuses are necessary, without a doubt! Man does not live by bread alone!
  Annika remarked with a smile:
  "Not just a person, but also a child. And children need entertainment doubly!"
  Pippi whistled and exclaimed:
  Give us the pioneer song,
  Or else Lavrentiy Beria will come!
  And the bronze horns sounded, the drums beat. And a whole dozen boys and girls ran into the hall. They were barefoot-the boys in shorts, the girls in short skirts. And the children were tanned, fair-haired, and wearing red ties. And they laughed, and their pearly teeth flashed. And the eyes of the young Leninists sparkled like emeralds and sapphires.
  Annika exclaimed:
  - Wow! Let's just say it's awesome! And the kids here aren't just any kids, you can tell right away they're cool!
  Tommy asked:
  - Why are they wearing red ties?
  Pippi replied with a laugh:
  "Because it's cool! More precisely, these are young pioneer fighters. They fight for the happiness of all progressive, and not-so-progressive, humanity. And their goal is to build communism!"
  Annika squeaked:
  - What is communism?
  The girl-hero answered with a laugh:
  - This is a society in which there is no money!
  The little princess exclaimed in surprise:
  - Is this good?
  Tommy exclaimed:
  - That's exactly it - it's bad! And a world without money is disgusting!
  Pippi giggled and replied:
  - It's hard to disagree with that! But first, listen to this song performed by a choir of barefoot boys in shorts. I think you'll find it interesting!
  Annika giggled and chirped:
  Look how interesting it is,
  What is being sung is unknown!
  And know the light of learning,
  Let the feat be sung!
  Pippi roared:
  - Okay! Enough of this gossip. Let them sing and show what they can do.
  And a choir of boys in red ties, short shorts, and stamping their bare, childish, tanned feet, sang with great enthusiasm and a sense of expression:
  I am a boy of the great Russian era,
  When we want to shake the whole world with a joke!
  After all, great people are not fleas at all,
  And every fighter is an idol for me!
  
  I was born a boy in a special century,
  In which the computer decides to play...
  And whoever puts on a robe in despair,
  Winter is so lively that it spins its little rings!
  
  No, Africa in our vast Russia,
  But Siberia has boundless power...
  And our girls are the most beautiful in the universe,
  And every boy is a hero from birth!
  
  Love Christ and honor the Great Lord,
  May God Rod rule over us forever!
  The leaves turn yellow and golden,
  I believe that the Son of God Svarog will give me strength!
  
  We all have a lot of adventures to go through,
  To walk the universal spiral forever...
  Do you want to have many different hobbies?
  May God-man be glorified in eternity!
  
  To admit everything in the world is a proud word,
  In which is the one heart of the Supreme Rod-Father.
  And there is a continuation of life after the grave,
  And we will be able to reach heaven, believe me, until the end!
  
  Believe me, the planet has recognized the greatness of the Russians,
  With a blow of the damask sword, fascism was crushed...
  We are appreciated and loved by all nations of the world,
  And soon we will establish holy communism on our planet!
  
  We will deploy starships to different worlds,
  And we will be higher and cooler than everyone, Rod grant.
  After all, the strongest Russians are the pilots,
  A brave fighter and will tear anyone to pieces!
  
  We will be able to rise above the universe,
  And to do something that will terrify the devil...
  After all, the main thing of a Russian warrior is creation,
  And if necessary, the warrior will save the Fatherland!
  
  For the glory of Russia, the knight of deeds,
  Draw your sword and fight fiercely...
  And Russian warriors, you don"t look,
  Let's build communism playfully!
  
  What the future holds is a harsh space,
  But together, I believe, we will make it comfortable...
  And the order will become beautiful and new,
  And we will cleanse every abomination with fire!
  
  After all, in our country God and the Banner are one,
  A proletarian soldier in ecstasy at the battle...
  Let those of the fighters already have gray hair,
  And someone is beardless, but also in battle he is like a king!
  
  Russia has risen above the world today,
  The beaks of Russian eagles sparkle like gold.
  Create for yourself a proletarian idol God,
  More action and less painful thoughts!
  The noble children, after listening to the Pioneer Choir's magnificent song, burst into thunderous applause. And it was clear from their beaming faces that they liked the song.
  Annika tweeted:
  One board, two boards,
  There will be a ladder...
  One word, two words,
  There will be a song!
  Tommy noted:
  - What reward can we give them for this? - And the young prince ordered. - Give the boys a badge of honor, royal musicians!
  Pippi laughed and replied:
  - A badge? What's so great about that! Although they'd probably prefer money. Otherwise, they can't even buy sandals; the boys walk around barefoot.
  Annika added:
  - And girls too!
  Tommy remarked with a smile:
  "Then it would be better if they bought soft, warm boots for the winter. And in the summer, running barefoot is really nice, especially on the grass. It tickles so delightfully, those bare, sensitive, children's soles!"
  Pippi giggled and sang:
  Barefoot, just barefoot,
  Under the July thunder,
  And to the sound of the surf!
  Barefoot, just barefoot,
  Let's dance,
  Boy, we are with you!
  And the heroine girl tossed a golden fork with her bare toes. It flew past and was deftly caught by a young warrior.
  The pioneer children raised their right hands in a welcoming salute and shouted:
  In the vastness of the wonderful Motherland,
  Tempered in battle and struggle...
  We composed a joyful song,
  About the great girl leader!
  
  Pippi is the glory of battle,
  Pippi - the flight of our youth!
  Fighting and winning with song,
  Our people follow the girl!
  Fighting and winning with song,
  Our people follow the girl!
  And the pioneer children began to stamp their bare, tanned, chiseled feet, with their small, nimble toes.
  Tommy this boy in the crown noted:
  - This is lovely and cool!
  Meanwhile, the maidservants carried a huge chocolate bar into the hall on a golden platter. They placed it before the young king and queen. Tommy and Annika picked up the golden knives and forks, studded with small diamonds, and began to cut themselves some.
  And the heroic girl Pippi shouted:
  - Come on, the rest of the kids, join us!
  And the pioneers in red ties strode briskly, barefoot, to the table. Another treat awaited them.
  As if by magic, golden knives and forks appeared for the children in shorts and short skirts. And they began to devour the chocolate bar.
  And Pippi pressed a button. A huge color television descended. It had a flat screen, suspiciously modern even for its time. And it began showing a film about pirates.
  Indeed, the pirates were made up of boys and girls. A childish crew with sabers. Boys with bare muscular torsos, some bare-chested, some tanned, some barefoot, like mighty warriors. It was clear that despite their young age, they were ready and capable of fighting.
  And with them are girls in short tunics and carrying bows. Although the weapons appear small at first glance, they are capable of striking accurately.
  A pirate brigantine with a multi-colored sail is heading towards the fort very quickly.
  And here's Pippi herself in the role of the pirate ship's captain. She shows a picture of herself. And she looks impressive. A girl of whom one could say: she could stop a galloping horse, and enter a burning hut! And she bares her teeth and winks.
  And the brigantine moves along the sea, and the emerald water foams over the sides like beer.
  And now the fort, bristling with guns, is drawing ever closer. And its guns are already beginning to fire. And Pippi herself rushes to the helm and begins maneuvering. The cannons fire, and the cannonballs fly, guaranteed to miss the brigantine.
  The girl captain shows her long, orange tongue and sings:
  Pippi Longstocking,
  The girl is so cool...
  He'll hit the robber in the forehead,
  The poor thing's foot is bare!
  Falling cannonballs cause water to boil. Some pieces of iron and cast iron are heated in fires until they glow red. When they hit the water, they cause a hissing and bubbling sound.
  Pippi swung her rather long, diamond-studded sword. She slashed at the cannonball. The impact shattered it, sending gold coins flying.
  The girl took it and chirped:
  The cores are pure emerald,
  The servants are guarding the squirrel!
  And the beautiful heroine took the next cannonball and knocked it down with her bare heel. The impact sent it flying toward the fort. It slammed into a howitzer and knocked it over. Several scorched orcs flew in all directions. Pippi grimaced. She found it all both funny and amusing at the same time. After all, she was a girl who had to be looked for.
  Annika and Tommy exclaimed in delight:
  - You're super!
  The heroic girl answered with joy:
  - Not just super, but hyper!
  Then Pippi lit the fuse attached to the sawdust pot. She then threw it toward the fort. The Gift of Annihilation described a wide arc and flew into the cellar's storage area.
  An explosion was heard... A small one at first. And then the ammunition began to detonate. The fire continued to spread, engulfing new corners. Burning oil spread from a broken and lit pot.
  And suddenly he takes the gunpowder and detonates. And he does it with colossal force. Literally, the entire fort, along with the orcs guarding it, blew up.
  A whole tsunami wave crashed onto the brigantine. It literally lifted it onto its crest. And the ship shook violently. The boys and girl fell, their small, bare feet kicking. But then a few more waves passed, and the brigantine calmed down and stood up.
  Pippi sang with delight:
  People, please be quiet, be quiet,
  Let the wars disappear into the darkness,
  Stork on the roof, happiness under the roof,
  And on Earth!
  After which, the brigantine, manned by a childish, pirate crew, confidently set off for the ruined fort. It was the voyage of a desperate and aggressive crew.
  More precisely, it was no longer sailing; the brigantine moored. And then came the disembarkation.
  With bare, tanned, muscular feet slapping, pirate boys in shorts and girls in tunics leaped ashore. A bandit raid had begun. Most of the orcs in the blown-up fort were killed and maimed. But some were still alive and tried to resist.
  Pippi, jumping first, went and chopped up three ugly bears at once with a windmill move. That was truly a serious blow. The other boys and the girl followed suit. It was a full-scale slaughter. And chopped and battered meat fell. And the children jumped up and struck their chins with their bare heels.
  Pippi ran ahead of everyone and sang:
  I was born a girl who was not at all weak,
  She bent nails as if she were lying in the cradle...
  There were no taboos for me,
  She walked and rushed towards the radiant goal!
  
  I so wanted to reach the sky,
  And reach for the star with your hand, slightly playing...
  Somewhere, believe me, the infantry is going into battle,
  With a wild image of a Jedi fighter!
  
  And the enemy doesn"t know who he"s dealing with, believe me,
  This is Pippi - the name of the giant's daughter...
  Believe me, her voice didn't break.
  We are forever one with the Lord!
  
  Every day I boldly accomplish a feat,
  Creating new belief spaces...
  I don't know what to do without a dream,
  I show constancy in battle!
  
  I will know a place in the world for a girl,
  With heroic, unearthly strength I know...
  Believe me, she has a clear voice,
  He can easily cope even with Satan!
  
  Don't give up when you have problems in battle,
  And fight bravely, like a great warrior...
  All the enemies were actually torn to pieces in the battle,
  There will be a new thousand-faced race!
  
  The fighter girl has no problems, believe me,
  She can cope even with furious robbery...
  And although we look like children now,
  She will become a hero, believe me!
  
  I don"t know the word "no" and the word "weakness",
  And I go on the attack in a zealous style...
  I believe that evil old age will not come,
  We'll be racking up some miles soon!
  
  God the Creator created the Earth for happiness,
  He wants her to blossom and develop...
  He says that I don"t accept malice,
  May the Word of the Lord come true!
  
  There will be work for great achievements,
  We will be able to build Paradise in the universe...
  And believe me, we will strengthen the body,
  In the battle of light, with unchanging power!
  
  God will not allow grief, believe me, people,
  We will create new, believe me, expanses...
  Let's cross the line of the seventh sea,
  We will overcome thickets, rivers, and seas!
  
  And in the fields the color of the blades of grass is emerald,
  And the flowers sparkle like rubies...
  May the Almighty create a miracle of happiness,
  Conquer the nearest depths!
  
  Pippi will say - I am grateful to God,
  That he created the Earth from grains of sand...
  Consider the sea as a bath,
  Like the pulp of the middle of a watermelon!
  
  Well, in short, grace will come,
  We will be able to achieve great victories...
  And believe me, the evil ones will not judge us anymore,
  They will be together, children, and their grandfathers with them!
  They sang with feeling and expression. Pippi sang first, but then the other girls and boys joined in. And such an incredible battle ensued.
  Annika exclaimed:
  - Bravo! This is awesome!
  Tommy confirmed:
  - Fabulous!
  Pippi, with a smile that resembled a caress, asked:
  - Do you want to take part in this?
  The children exclaimed in chorus:
  - Yes, we want to!
  The heroic girl replied:
  - Jump here!
  And the boy king and the girl queen rushed to the television screen. And instantly they were transported. Tommy flew out the other side, barefoot in shorts, and Annika in a tunic, her bare, round, pink heels also flashing.
  Swinging their swords, the children charged into the hordes of orcs and began to slaughter them mercilessly.
  Pippi even sang cheerfully:
  Hundred after hundred, regiment after regiment,
  Warriors of Sweden, cut with the sword!
  Tommy, this little boy in shorts, with his bare child's heel hit the orc in the gilded helmet in the chin and broke his jaw, causing his teeth to fly out.
  After which the boy sang:
  In the name of God Thor we go,
  We will fight fiercely and skillfully...
  And we will confirm our glory with a steel sword,
  The boy gets down to business in shorts!
  Annika, this girl, is also a hurricane, fighting with great enthusiasm. She demonstrates her supreme fighting skills. Her swords are reproducing a windmill, chopping off heads again. And the young warrior says:
  For the glory of Perun we fight,
  Ready for unprecedented victories...
  And somewhere the servants of Satan are howling,
  The girl will throw anger off its pedestal!
  And then the girl's bare heel slams into someone's jaw with all its might, and the orc falls flat. And the girl springs up like a panther. And again, her swords flash like lightning. Now this is truly a warrior of bloody abilities.
  And she begins to sing:
  Sweden my country is beautiful
  A proud girl lives inside her...
  I will know that she is happy,
  Every day welcomes the new year!
  And again, a child's bare heel finds its mark. The injured orc falls, his jaw shattered. And the other orcs stab their opponent in the back. This kind of battle really happens. And the battle, one might say, is impressive.
  And Pippi Longstocking struck with her bare feet in mid-jump. And broke the jaws of the orcs who had been thrown up and pierced with the weapons of their own spears. And then came the chaos.
  Annika, cutting down the enemies, said:
  We are fighting for Stockholm,
  In the name of Svarog...
  We shed evil blood,
  For the sake of God's army!
  And the girl again slashes with her swords, like lightning bolts of lethal force. And the heads of the severed orcs roll.
  Tommy spun the spinner around in the stretch, taking down two hairy bears at once, and growled:
  - May the force and light be with us!
  Then the boy king whistled... And Pippi Longstocking and Annika whistled along with him. Stunned and greatly shaken, the crows rained down on the orcs' heads. They fell and pierced the tops of the angry, aggressive, and ugly bears with their beaks.
  CHAPTER No 5.
  The children woke up. Annika exclaimed:
  - What a wonderful dream I had!
  Tommy confirmed with a sweet smile:
  - Me too! It was especially cool when the crows rained down on the orcs' heads!
  And the brother and sister took each other by the hands and sang:
  We don't know the word yes, the word no,
  We don't know any ranks or names!
  We are able to reach the stars,
  Not to mention that this is a dream!
  Thus, the children realized they'd seen the same thing and it wasn't quite a dream. Afterward, they went to wash their hands, brush their teeth, and have breakfast, which looked quite charming. The boy and girl were cheerful-new adventures and real battles awaited them.
  After breakfast, they ran, their bare heels flashing, to Pippi's house. Mom shouted:
  - Where would you go without shoes? You'll catch a cold!
  Annika screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - But it's warm!
  Tommy exclaimed:
  "Children must harden their soles! So that they are not soft and tender, but calloused and hard! Boys especially should follow the path of the Indians!"
  And the children quickened their pace. It was still chilly in the morning. And the pebbles prickled slightly on their bare soles, which had just begun to roughen. But there was something wonderful about it, and great pleasure, and Annika and Tommy were literally thrilled by the new sensations. And how pleasant it was when the prickly surface tickled the pink, bare soles with the graceful curve of a round heel, of children's feet.
  Annika and Tommy run to Pippi's house, full of strength and energy, singing:
  I believe that childhood will last forever,
  We will never grow up...
  Centuries and years will pass,
  And we become younger in soul and body!
  And the children jumped up and turned over, and walked a little on their hands. Seeing how strong Pippi was, the boy and girl had been constantly training, and so they were able to run a little, kicking like that with their bare, childish feet. Then their arms finally got tired, and they stood up again and chirped:
  Strongmen enter the arena,
  Not knowing that there is sadness in life...
  They bend horseshoes like buns,
  And the chains are torn with a movement of the shoulder!
  They were running toward the house when a small biplane flew out to meet them. Pippi was at the controls. She had let her hair down, and it fluttered in the wind like a proletarian banner. The terminator girl sang:
  I'm the coolest in the world,
  If I move, the pillar will fall...
  I jump barefoot on the stones,
  I will set out on a sacred campaign!
  And she pulled the lever. And from above, multicolored flower petals rained down.
  Annika laughed and noted:
  There is no one stronger than Pippi,
  Moon, moon, flowers, flowers,
  We often lack something in life,
  Love and kindness!
  And the girl, with her bare toes, picked up the piece of ceramic and threw it high. This time she did well. It hit the crow in the tail, and all that came out of it was a flying feather.
  Tommy exclaimed with admiration:
  - You're something else, Anika! You were able to do something like that!
  Annika exclaimed:
  - You try it too, my brother!
  The boy picked up a piece of glass with his bare toes and threw it with all his might. It flew past, missing the crow, but instead hitting a pine cone. It fell down and landed in a hive. The bees immediately rose up, buzzing loudly.
  Pippi exclaimed:
  - You're something else! The baby woke up the bees!
  Tommy countered:
  - I'm not a child, but a young warrior!
  Annika laughed furiously:
  I am a warrior of light, on the knees of savages,
  I will wipe anyone who is against the Swedes off the face of the earth!
  Pippi bared her teeth, which sparkled like pearls. The little heroine's bare foot snapped its toes. A fiery pulsar flew out, swelling into a balloon in flight. The boy and girl exclaimed in surprise:
  - Very cool!
  Pippi objected:
  - It will be cool already, and even cooler!
  And with a flick of her right index finger, the bubble burst and gold coins poured out. They fell like golden raindrops.
  A whole crowd of children, who had come running to see the heroine girl's wondrous plane, rushed to catch the gold coins. And they shared them with laughter. They picked the money from the grass. Some boys and girls stuffed the coins in their mouths. It was both fun and funny.
  Pippi burst out laughing and remarked:
  - See! Could it get any cooler?
  Tommy sang in response:
  And how many of them were there, each cooler than the other,
  And everyone knew the truth, and everyone was better!
  Annika asked with a smile:
  - Who was cooler than the other?
  The barefoot boy in jeans replied:
  - Kings! Who were you thinking of?
  The warrior girl snorted contemptuously:
  - Kings! What do you mean!
  Another boy appeared. He looked like Annika and Tommy, about ten years old. He was wearing shorts, and that was all he had on. His bare torso was distinguished by a bronze tan and the distinctly defined muscles of his body, which were laid out like tiles, while his arms and legs looked like they were made of wire. His hair seemed especially light against his chocolate-colored skin, and his feet were bare, but parted more like a monkey's paws.
  He picked up a pebble with his bare toes and threw it unusually high. It flew, knocking down a pair of gadflies in an arc, and embedded itself in a tree.
  The boy sang:
  And let some idiot say it,
  That the kings lived easily and happily...
  Yesterday there was a throne - today a scaffold,
  What a dangerous profession!
  Pippi nodded with a smile:
  "Meet Oleg! He's from a country that doesn't exist yet-Belarus. Although he looks our age, he's actually an adult who dreamed of being a child. And now his dream has come true, but now he must help us in our mission. A quartet of warriors-two girls and two boys-equally divided between the stronger and the fairer sexes.
  Oleg said with a smile:
  It is impossible to live without women, there are no women in this world...
  In them is the sun of May, and the world of love is blossoming!
  But boys are also needed, even if they get their share of bruises,
  And they don"t care how old you are!
  And the boy stood on his hands. He tossed a pebble into the air and began juggling it with his bare, childish feet. And he did it very deftly. He added another blue pebble, then a green one, and then a red one.
  Tommy noted with a smile:
  - How clever! Is Pippi your brother?
  The heroic girl answered logically:
  - This is my adopted brother! Although not related by blood, he is a kindred spirit!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  - So, am I your sister - in spirit!
  Pippi growled angrily:
  - Grow up to your sister's level!
  Then the heroic girl landed on the lawn and giggled, jumping barefoot onto the soft, emerald grass. She leaped into the air, spinning seven times and singing:
  Why am I not a lawn,
  Why am I not a meadow...
  Pippi jumps like a bunny,
  And he doesn"t feel bare feet!
  And the whole quartet burst into laughter. And the other children laughed too. There were almost a hundred of them. And they picked up the gold coins scattered across the grass.
  Pippi noted with a smile:
  - Look at these guys! Now I have a team!
  Oleg asked:
  - Should we fly straight off to rescue Nicholas II or have a little feast?
  Annika nodded:
  - Maybe we should throw a farewell dinner or a party for the children?
  Tommy laughed and noted:
  - Good idea! We've only just had a light snack and there's still some space in our bellies!
  Oleg wittily remarked:
  - An empty stomach is much easier to carry than an empty head!
  Pippi didn't object. She pulled her wand from her belt. She shook it, causing all sorts of treats to fall from the sky.
  Oleg remarked with a smile:
  - Magic united us, this is our strength!
  The children were catching treats. There were candies, cakes, donuts, chocolates, and marmalade candies.
  And after another wave of the girl-hero's wand, a huge cake began to descend from above. It was on a golden tray, and a multitude of balloons slowed its fall.
  Oleg also joined in the treat-catching. The boy jumped like a bunny and spun in the air.
  Tommy said with a sigh:
  - It's a pity I can't do it like this!
  Pippi growled:
  - If you can't, we'll teach you - if you don't want to, we'll force you!
  Annika laughed and sang:
  That the light is teaching,
  It's as clear as day...
  Without any exceptions,
  I'll tell you the truth!
  The girl stepped barefoot on a cream cake and stained it thoroughly. She then began wiping her bare, childish sole on the grass.
  Pippi laughed in unison, noting:
  - Be careful! The treats may be magical, but they still need to be made!
  Tommy asked in surprise:
  "How does this all work? I'm still little, but I read in a science book that there's a law of conservation of matter. And that matter can't disappear or appear out of nothing!"
  Oleg replied:
  "The thing is, matter can travel between dimensions and parallel universes. And with the help of magic, it can be transformed into these wondrous delicacies. For example, ordinary wood can become a cake through simple transformations, and even the most unsophisticated magicians can turn water into syrup and fizzy drinks!"
  Pippi nodded:
  - Exactly! I can say that matter in the Hyperuniverse is constantly increasing. Matter is growing... Time, after all, is increasing. And time, matter, and space are connected. So, in time, the past is increasing, which means space is expanding, and the mass of matter is increasing! So, in a way, the Hyperuniverse is the God who grows worlds. And wizards and magicians are, in a sense, lesser gods!
  Oleg took it and began to sing with enthusiasm, feeling and expression:
  What a person cannot curb in any way;
  His desire to become God Almighty...
  So that the center of the universe is One Earth,
  Everything in this world exists so that it may be subject to us.
  
  With one stroke of the brush, there is a whole whirlwind of galaxies,
  In it the stars are like scarlet poppies, the planets are like daisies!
  After all, God the Creator has not calmed down in man,
  He doesn't want to be a small bug!
  
  We can do everything to create such a law,
  What a trillion parsecs - in chocolate!
  Our mind is a tornado of volcanoes,
  Science has brought its kind to a reward!
  
  I can't believe there were times-
  When we were just savages.
  When fire and rain are evil and disaster,
  And we called lions and tigers kings!
  
  When the plow was bent into a crooked log,
  The slave dug the earth with a heavy hoe!
  We then watered the lush meadow,
  Evil old age torments you like a rack!
  
  Well, what about you, science, my dear mother,
  Found a way to make a thought immortal!
  We can boldly tear apart legions,
  And explore the vast expanse of the great universe!
  
  We have achieved such a thing that the Lord,
  I guess he couldn't come up with it himself!
  We have superflesh from princeps-plasma,
  And in the heads of quasars there is power and wisdom!
  
  He started his journey with an ordinary gun,
  She could only move the tree at first.
  But something cooler than metal has become,
  Healing the wound in an instant!
  
  Now we are people, the superman tribe,
  Capable of doing what is impossible!
  Solve any of any problems,
  It"s not difficult for us to change the universe!
  
  But if you want, you can really become God,
  Serve man like a dog without fear!
  After all, the Swedes' world is beyond the power of a super-army,
  May she never be beaten again!
  The boy jumped and flipped in the air several times. Meanwhile, the cake with its cream roses, fish, and butterflies landed. It was so fluffy, fragrant, and incredibly delicious.
  Oleg snapped his bare, childish toes, and a steel-like saber with a diamond-studded hilt appeared in his right hand.
  The boy, with his bare, round, childish heels flashing, ran up to the cake and began chopping up pieces.
  The eternal child cried out:
  - Calm down, children! There's enough for everyone!
  Tommy asked with a smile:
  - How old are you?
  Oleg answered angrily:
  - A lot, but I won"t tell you!
  Annika giggled:
  - Is this a secret? You like to keep secrets and mysteries!
  The boy in shorts jumped up and sang:
  I will tell everyone,
  I don't keep secrets...
  I am not a closet or a museum,
  Keep secrets from friends!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - Yes, he is already very old, and he has been on such missions, some even cooler than the one we are going on today!
  Oleg chuckled and sang:
  I have been to different countries,
  And if I want...
  It's either late or early,
  You will be taken to the doctor!
  
  Agile as a macaque,
  More resilient than an ox...
  And a sense of smell like a dog,
  And an eye like an eagle's!
  And the boy leaped higher and actually spun in the air. He landed again on his bare heel. Then, with vigor, his saber sliced pieces of the fragrant, multi-layered cake. The children began to take their seats. Pippi waved her wand again, and plates flew from her house toward the seated young team.
  They looked like they were flying and shimmered in the air.
  They scattered and landed in front of the children sitting on the grass. Pieces of cake floated towards them.
  It looked beautiful. Oleg raised his hand, and a ring flashed on the boy fighter's index finger.
  The young warrior announced:
  "I'll show you one of my previous missions! I'll tell you, and the hologram will show a movie."
  And Oleg began his leisurely story.
  In one of the alternate realities, Japan decided to attack the Soviet Far East back in July of 1941. Clearly, this could have happened in real history. Hirohito simply displayed the typical samurai and Bushido-like desire to spare his men. But here he acted as one would expect from a Japanese-disregarding the cost of victory. Besides, seizing the Far East after the Germans took Moscow would be like scavengers. And that's abhorrent to the Japanese. And the cost of victory doesn't matter; winning is the key. It's no wonder that during the Russo-Japanese War under Nicholas II, the ratio of casualties among those killed to those who died of wounds was three to one, unfavorable to the samurai. Nevertheless, the Japanese were rightfully proud of this victory.
  Now, too, there was a desire to take revenge for Khalkhin Gol, and at the same time to demonstrate that they would stand firm at any price for victory and would not wait for the Red Army's defeat. The Japanese had quite a large infantry force. Even without its colonies, Japan's population is no smaller than Germany's-around a hundred million-and with its colonies, it's larger than the USSR's.
  So the samurai took off and went for it. The Japanese don't have many tanks, and those they do have are small, weighing fifteen tons, but they're mobile, have good cross-country ability, and are diesel-powered.
  In short, the samurai were on the rise. Their navy was far more powerful than the Soviet one, and it was clear the Red Army would never reach the homeland. The samurai also had an advantage in air power, boasting some very capable aces and fighters. For example, the famous Zero, at the time the lightest and most maneuverable fighter in the world, was very difficult to resist.
  Thus, given the large masses of infantry and aircraft, the Soviet troops had a hard time.
  Stalin, unlike in real history, was now not only unable to withdraw a single division from the Far East, but was forced to slow the advance of large masses of infantry, which, inspired by the Bushido code, was fearlessly pushing forward, and to prevent the front from collapsing instantly, he had to throw some reserves there as well.
  As a result, the Nazis were able to encircle and defeat Soviet troops in Ukraine much more quickly. The offensive on Moscow began a couple of weeks earlier, and the Nazis were able to break into the capital before the autumn thaw set in.
  In these conditions, Oleg, of course, had to save the USSR.
  And already on the outskirts of Moscow, he and Pippi met the Nazis.
  The girl-hero nodded:
  "I'm not as young as I look either. I just take a youth pill once a year and say: I'll swallow this pill, I don't want to be old!"
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  "Yes, and Pippi and I met the fascists on the outskirts of the Soviet capital. And, of course, we had protective magic and wands."
  Pippi added with a cute smile:
  "And some other artifacts! In particular, when we waved our magic wands, the German tanks and armored personnel carriers turned into chocolate bars. And the Nazi soldiers inside them began to turn into powdered sugar-covered gummies. That's how the first column of soldiers entered was neutralized."
  The hologram showed the city of Moscow and the outskirts, where German tanks were moving. The German vehicles didn't look particularly large or intimidating. In fact, with their short barrels, the T-4 looked quite harmless, while the T-2 looked like a small car. But then, after waving their magic wands, they began to cover the boy and girl in a chocolate crust. And these vehicles began to look quite appetizing.
  And the soldiers instantly turned into chocolate-covered jelly beans or barrels of honey. Which looked incredibly funny.
  And now the kids are running to get some treats. Many children, despite the autumn and the cold weather, are showing off their bare feet. It was fashionable among the pioneers to go shoeless.
  It was believed that boys and girls were simply obliged to toughen up and not get sick.
  And Pippi and Oleg flew off to another location to continue their wondrous transformations. And it looked amazing.
  And then, for example, when the T-4 becomes a cake, and the T-3, a rather formidable tank, turns into a pile of cream-filled cakes and liquid chocolate. It's simply delightful, I must say.
  What could you turn such a dangerous attack aircraft as the Ju-87 into? Something devastating and convincing. Or, more accurately, something appetizing. Like a pile of lollipops and marshmallows.
  Pippi chirped:
  There will be some great treats,
  And various cartoons!
  We'll tear everyone to pieces like blotting paper,
  Eat your fill of venison!
  Why not turn the formidable Junkers-88 into a tray of hot jellied meat? Or something even more appetizing?
  And also when, instead of bombs, oranges and tangerines fall from above. Which you can eat with relish. And there might even be ripe melons. Motorcycles with SS troops that turn into watermelons. How delicious it all is.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  The most delicious things in the world,
  We will do it like rockets...
  A laser beam shines above the planet,
  Believe me, there are no cooler boys!
  Pippi took it and picked it up:
  Soon the snow will melt in the sun,
  Believe me, there are no cooler girls!
  And the young warrior snapped her bare toes. And the advancing Wehrmacht soldiers turned into ripe bananas. Wow. Once an army, now a grocery hypermarket. And everything so delicious and fresh.
  Pippi giggled and chirped:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In the fight against the Fritz, we children are dynamite...
  And please, boy, don't overeat,
  Defeat your enemies and you will be forever full!
  And the girl whistled, and from the sky something so delicious and fragrant began to fall again.
  For example, Luftwaffe planes began to turn into cotton candy. And it fell like snowflakes. Numerous children screamed with joy, jumping up and down, and slapping their feet, which had turned red from the cold like goose feet.
  Oleg exclaimed:
  To a bloody, holy and just battle,
  March, march forward, working people!
  For the sake of power, light and glory,
  We are advancing and boldly marching!
  And the boy and girl flew on. A purge was needed not only in Moscow, but on other fronts as well!
  The Superman kids are on fire as always! And they do everything just superbly!
  Pippi noted:
  Help your friend with kindness and words,
  Let the defeated enemies scatter...
  And can we forgive ourselves for this?
  When we don"t teach evil a lesson!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The enticing and vibrant film continued. The children circled around Moscow, clearing out the horde. Besides the German units, they also encountered Italians. Under the influence of battle magic, they were transformed into very juicy and sweet pineapples. And as the children pounced on them and ate them, sweet orange juice ran down their cheeks. It looked absolutely cool and charming.
  Oleg remarked with an ironic grin:
  - And we are like gardeners!
  Pippi countered with a grin:
  - Not gardeners, but super gardeners!
  Oleg spun around, released a lethal pulsar from his bare toes, and clarified:
  - Then not super, but hyper gardeners!
  The pulsar hit a column of infantry and armored vehicles. In its place, palm trees sprouted, filled with oranges and coconuts. Which seemed downright wonderful.
  Pippi chirped:
  Yes, this is wonderful! It's like Africa has come to Russia! Perhaps you, my boy, will object to this?
  Oleg answered with a chuckle:
  - Yes, I wanted to be a boy! And luckily, I became one! But why yours? What am I to you?
  Pippi laughed and remarked:
  - But they also call Hitler my Führer, as if he were someone"s property!
  The boy terminator laughed and replied:
  - What can you expect from a rabid Fuhrer?
  The fighter girl muttered:
  - Maybe you should sing something about Africa!?
  Oleg began with a grin:
  Little children,
  Not for the world,
  Don't go to Africa for a walk!
  Pippi shook her head vigorously, continuing to scatter pulsars from her wand:
  - No! That's from an old Soviet cartoon! Give me something newer and your own!
  The boy-terminator sang with feeling and expression:
  We are in the jungle in the land of wild monkeys,
  Where the bananas are green, there are heaps of cannibals!
  We had to cross the ocean,
  With such seething energy!
  
  Russia ordered us to go -
  Reach where the equator is located!
  Well, what is it that God is One and not One,
  And we don"t have just one grenade!
  
  They sent the young pioneers into battle,
  They said it was just an internship!
  So that every boy would be a brave one,
  Energy of large rockets acceleration!
  
  I shoot with a machine gun right on target -
  Look at those fighters with khaki paint!
  They won"t be able to control our Motherland,
  Pindos and other bullies!
  
  Such a fierce order from the Fatherland -
  Learn, boy, to fight like a ferocious lion!
  And if the red leader gave the order,
  Don't be a pathetic image of a clown!
  
  The cartridge case burned my cheek badly,
  There are no hard stubbles on it yet!
  But I have been serving my Motherland for a long time, believe me,
  Don't think you're weaklings, teenagers!
  
  Ours was surrounded by the Mau-mam tribe,
  They don't have spears, they have grenade launchers!
  In response, we will strike with steel,
  Russian pilots will help from the sky!
  
  In Russia, every warrior from the nursery,
  The baby reaches for the gun!
  And defeat the army of invaders,
  The bard sang of the poem's exploits!
  The song was cheerful, and the children, meanwhile, transformed the troops stationed around Moscow into all sorts of delicious and appetizing things. But things didn't end there. There were troops on the flanks, too. For example, in the south, the Nazis had already besieged Sevastopol and were approaching Stalingrad. And further away, in the Transcaucasus, Turkey had opened a front. The Ottomans had fought Russia many times and decided now was the time to reenter the war. And to profit from the USSR's territory. And the Japanese had already surrounded Vladivostok and captured Primorye, as well as Khabarovsk. And they were almost encircling Alma-Ata. Such was the dire situation in the east. Oleg and Pippi boarded a high-speed magic carpet and rushed off to fight the samurai.
  Oleg whistled one last time. And the numerous crows turned into cream puffs, and the gold-wrapped chocolates plopped down.
  The boy-terminator seemed to be very pleased:
  - I showed my top class,
  Better than Adidas!
  Pippi giggled and asked in surprise:
  - Do people still remember the Adidas brand in the twenty-first century?
  The young warrior answered with a smile:
  "I doubt anyone remembers it! But "Adidas" is a name that rhymes really well. That's why both children and teenagers often use it in their songs."
  The heroine sang with her darling, releasing a pulsar at a flock of crows. They began to transform into sausages, both meat and cheese, with garnish. And the warrior sang:
  Instead of a microphone, the tail takes the purr,
  The song is not new, but it is our own...
  Kitty, kitty, meow - that"s all the music,
  Kitty, kitty, meow - that's all the words!
  Oleg grinned and remarked:
  - I should sing something more heroic and impressive. Like this, for example.
  The Terminator boy snapped his bare toes and sang with delight, strength and fury:
  I am a modern-day boy,
  For me, a computer is the highest class.
  Even if the sea swells violently,
  The fascist porcupine will not swallow us!
  
  I am a warrior, just brazenly from the cradle,
  Sitting on a potty, he shot a laser...
  There are a lot of boys and girls,
  For whom Stalin is an ideal!
  
  I can do everything with an appropriate joke,
  Laptop, so hit them on the head.
  We will make the world so interesting that it hurts,
  Russians are used to winning everywhere!
  
  I ended up, jokingly, a boy, in a world war,
  Very good guys in a fast war...
  I can make a cutlet out of fascists,
  After all, idleness is not at all to my liking!
  
  For a boy there are no obstacles, believe me,
  He will be able to defeat the Fritzes...
  There will soon be parades on Earth,
  The bear got furious and roared!
  
  I'm such a cool guy,
  The pioneer in battles was...
  For me, war is not too much at all,
  And the Fuhrer shouted obscenities in vain!
  
  Here it is winter, I am barefoot in the frost,
  Baring my teeth, I run quickly.
  My girl has red braids,
  And a deadly gift to the enemy!
  
  Here, beat the fascists bravely, boy,
  There Stalin personally ordered me...
  The finger presses the trigger,
  I smashed the mighty "Tiger"!
  
  What the Fritzes wanted, they got,
  There's a whole coffin of boys from me.
  The boy clocked up some crazy miles,
  Hitting the fascists straight in the forehead!
  
  Believe us, nothing will stop us,
  The fascist will never win.
  Even a mad king on the throne,
  Even the evil traitor-parasite!
  
  We are brave boys,
  And they got used to defeating the Fritzes...
  After all, even preschoolers are brave in battle,
  We always pass our exams with excellent marks!
  
  The Slavs cannot tolerate humiliation,
  Let us all stand firm against the Fritzes...
  For in the hearts the flame of vengeance burns,
  Let's crush our enemies with a steel hand!
  
  The Russian tribe is a tribe of giants,
  We are capable of tearing the evil ones to pieces.
  After all, the people and the army are one,
  To give the fascists a good brain-whipping!
  
  We will not be able to make a defeat,
  Well, then we ourselves are not worth a dime.
  Ask your neighbor for forgiveness -
  Rise from your knees, my country!
  
  We have missiles, planes,
  But behind the Fritz is the powerful Uncle Sam.
  In the future we will build starships -
  And let us boldly build a computer!
  
  Our strength cannot be simply measured,
  She is like a furious volcano...
  Who sows millet in the meadow,
  Well, we'll raise a hurricane!
  
  There is no place on the planet higher than the Motherland,
  So every one is a warrior and a fighter.
  Children laugh in joy and happiness,
  Grief and sorrow will disappear - the end!
  
  And when we walk around Berlin,
  The bridge is minting claps step by step.
  Cherubim light our way,
  Everyone is a wizard, a powerful magician!
  The warrior boy chanted something like that with great fury. And they just reached Alma-Ata, which was being besieged by the Japanese. And the Terminator children suddenly fired pulsars from their wands. And at the same time, they snapped their bare toes. And in place of the Japanese soldiers, bunches of ripe bananas and gilded glasses of ice cream began to appear. And the tanks of the Land of the Rising Sun turned into magnificent, fluffy cakes, oriental in style.
  Pippi started jumping up and down, singing:
  I ask that no one be surprised,
  If magic happens!
  If it will be, if it will be, if it will be
  Magic is about to happen!
  And the kids started doing cool transformations... Even the planes started to transform into sweet, puffed corn. And it was simply wonderful. And the cotton candy, sparkling like a scattering of diamonds in the rays of the autumn sun.
  Oleg took it and chirped:
  - Our delicacies are so delicious - simply delicious! We devour them like steak for breakfast!
  Pippi burst out laughing. She blew, and instantly a dozen Japanese stormtroopers turned into jelly beans strewn with zakhory. Yeah, that's great.
  The Terminator Girl noted:
  - How much more wonderful the world would be if there were only children in it!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - You can't argue with that!
  And the children snapped their bare toes, and a truly hurricane-like whirlwind rushed toward the enemies. And once again, the formidable warriors of the Land of the Rising Sun turned out to be extremely tasty things.
  For example, a formidable self-propelled gun with a 150-millimeter cannon was transformed into a swan surrounded by honey-scented peaches, peeled tangerines, and sugar leaf. Now that was truly a treat, the ultimate treat. How rich and appetizing it looked.
  Oleg remarked with a satisfied look:
  - You have such feasts here!
  Pippi nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, magnificent feasts! And this is grandiose!
  And the children continued to perform magic and carry out transformations.
  Oleg, inspired, sang with great enthusiasm and fervor:
  The boy lived in the twenty-first century,
  He dreamed of conquering space...
  That the Fatherland has legions of forces,
  Quasars will illuminate the capital!
  
  But the boy immediately became a time traveler,
  And on the front lines of the world fire...
  There is melting, torn metal,
  And it seems that there is no living place!
  
  The boy was always used to living in luxury,
  When bananas and pineapples are everywhere...
  Well, now here's the problem,
  It's as if you've found yourself a Judas!
  
  It rumbles, fiery thunder is heard,
  A storm of flashes flew across the sky...
  I believe the Wehrmacht will be defeated,
  Because the heart has the courage of a boy!
  
  Born to fight, consider from the nursery,
  We guys really love to fight bravely...
  You, the Wehrmacht, that is advancing in a horde, smash it,
  And make Hitler a pathetic clown!
  
  For the Motherland, for Stalin's sons,
  They stood up, clenching their fists tighter...
  But we are cool eagle knights,
  We will be able to drive the Fuhrer beyond the Vistula!
  
  Know this is the power of pioneers,
  That nothing in the world can compare to her...
  We will soon build a paradise in the universe,
  The holy faces from the icons will bless!
  
  We will give our hearts to our Motherland,
  We love our Fatherland very much...
  Above us is a radiant cherub,
  We ourselves will be judges of fascism!
  
  Now the enemy is rushing straight to Moscow,
  And the boy is barefoot in the snowdrift...
  I will stop that horde, I believe,
  They won't cut the girl's hair, I know braids!
  
  I became a pioneer very quickly,
  And the boy will have the will of steel...
  After all, our heart is like titanium metal,
  And the main leader is the all-wise genius Stalin!
  
  I am a pioneer, I run barefoot in winter,
  And my heels turned red in the frost...
  But Hitler will be crushed with a scythe,
  And let's give a kiss to the scarlet rose!
  
  Believe me, for Russia we are eagles,
  And we won"t let the Fuhrer through to the capital...
  Although Satan's forces are strong,
  I believe we'll soon skin Adolf alive!
  
  We have such a power - all people,
  We children fight for justice...
  And Hitler is a notorious villain,
  And he will not receive mercy from the people!
  
  We have a very powerful machine gun for you,
  What shoots so accurately at the fascists...
  Lead the fire and there will be results,
  Victory will come in radiant May!
  
  We will make the Fatherland above the stars,
  We will soon raise the red flag over Mars...
  For God Jesus Christ is with us,
  This Name will be in glory forever!
  
  But Stalin is also a brother to the pioneers,
  Although the children are much braver than the older ones...
  The boy has a well-aimed machine gun,
  He shot off the fascists' towers!
  
  Although the snowdrifts were piled high,
  A boy fights the Fritz barefoot...
  It's not hard for him to kill a fascist,
  At least he passes the exam, it"s a strict one, of course!
  
  And the boy also calculated the letter,
  The Nazi was shot and cut down precisely...
  There is a flame in the heart and the metal is burning,
  The Fuhrer will not allow disinformation about the Fatherland!
  
  And you love your homeland,
  She is like a mother to all peoples, you know...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  And give the Fuhrer a good beating!
  
  Well, the fascist onslaught has already dried up,
  It looks like the Nazis are running out of steam...
  Hitler will get a punch in the snout,
  And we will sing under this clear sky!
  
  Your boy ran around in shorts all winter,
  And I didn"t even notice a runny nose...
  I don"t understand what it is about a cold,
  Sometimes children get too sick!
  
  In spring it is already very easy to fight,
  It's nice to splash through puddles until the end...
  They sat down in the boat, taking the oar,
  What was very interesting for us!
  
  To fight and dare for the Motherland,
  We pioneers will be very bold...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  To quickly get yourself out into the world!
  
  I believe that fighters will come to Berlin,
  Although the war is not going too smoothly...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  However, things aren't going well for the little one yet!
  
  Although of course in war it is always,
  Every bush is filled with danger...
  But there will be a pioneer dream,
  The barefoot boy is very nimble!
  
  He hits the fascists with precision, boy,
  Because a pioneer has honor in his heart...
  The Fuhrer will receive a blow to his forehead,
  And we will punish the rest as an example!
  
  Whatever I can do, I will do, you know,
  After all, Russians are invincible in battle...
  Let's build a red paradise in the universe,
  The people are forever united with the party!
  
  And believe me, our enemies will not erase us,
  We will perform a miracle like giants...
  Break the shackles of the universe,
  And Hitler is a vile Judas!
  
  The years will pass, the times will come,
  Saint in the boundlessness of communism!
  And Lenin will be with us forever,
  We will crush the yoke of fascism!
  
  How well Christ will resurrect everyone,
  And if it doesn"t come, then science...
  After all, man has grown to power,
  Life is not easy, brothers, you know that!
  
  The greatness of the Fatherland will be in that,
  That everyone, without knowing it, fell in love with her...
  The greatness of the holy country is in one thing,
  To the boundless and most radiant Russia!
  
  I'm a pioneer while her boy,
  And believe me, I don"t want to grow up...
  I will see many different countries soon,
  And I will drive the Fuhrer and his horde into the swamp!
  
  You too, be fighters with courage,
  That our faith will become stronger than steel...
  The fathers are proud of the pioneers,
  The hero's star was given by Comrade Stalin!
  
  In short, the military thunder will die down,
  We will work furiously at the construction site...
  After all, communism is a strong monolith,
  The village is as beautiful as the capital!
  
  And I admit I"m even very glad,
  That I have been in hell and in fire...
  Now it's so proud to take the parade,
  Generous is the Fatherland in endless glory!
  The Japanese army had undergone a fundamental transformation. And the brave children flew on, to Primorye. Along the way, they encountered airplanes. With a wave of their wands, they transformed into delicious and fragrant objects. The cakes were especially impressive. Some were shaped like sailboats, others like roses and something even more glamorous and colorful. Cupcakes also fell to the ground.
  And below, barefoot boys and girls ran around. They pounced on the treats falling from the sky and devoured them greedily. Which also looked magnificent.
  Oleg noted:
  - Do we feed the hungry?
  Pippi noted with a chuckle:
  - What kind of brave Japanese soldier would end his life in a child's stomach? But where does their soul go?
  The boy terminator replied:
  - But the soul comes first, before the body! I was an adult, and now I'm in a child's body. The flesh has changed, but the soul remains the same and immortal! And that's wonderful!
  The terminator girl noted:
  -But doesn"t the flesh influence the perception of the world?
  Oleg confirmed:
  - Of course it does, but in this case it"s for the better!
  Pippi nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, it is a great happiness to be an eternal child!
  "Without becoming childish, of course!" added the eternal boy.
  CHAPTER No 7.
  In Primorye, the children decided to change their attack style a bit. And for the first time, they used combat pulsars. Although it was crude, everyone was fed treats. Why not hit them with energy bolts and lightning bolts? As a result, a couple of samurai regiments were incinerated. Then Pippi exclaimed capriciously:
  - No! That's not aesthetically pleasing! Let's go back to turning Japanese people into treats!
  Olezhka giggled and chirped:
  - We are not pathetic bugs, we can turn samurai into tasty treats at once!
  And the fighting children turned around, loaded their pistols and hyperblasters, and advanced furiously toward the Japanese. They just started firing...
  They pounced on the tanks, melting them, and the grass caught fire. And the samurai began to be torn apart and fried like shish kebabs. That's how brutal it will be.
  Pippi Longstocking giggled and released a bubble of magoplasma with her bare toes. The Japanese troops began to transform into something delicious and appetizing.
  And there was a delicious, mouth-watering meatloaf, and cabbage rolls in sour cream, and chocolate-covered choux pastries, and something else wonderful. And what was so delicious here, you could even see the children's bare, pink heels flashing. And they ran up to these delicacies, and the cakes were topped with cream and the best trimmings.
  A boy and a girl, great warriors whose weapons constantly changed like in a computer game, sang:
  How good it is when food is sweet,
  And everything in life is so brilliant...
  Let your dream come true,
  Like a fairy tale, but not trivial!
  Japanese troops encountered a magical and astonishing force. And so, under the influence of magic, their planes began to transform into pancakes filled with honey, chocolate cream, condensed milk, and a whole host of other delicious and aromatic things, like a twist.
  And the transformation happened online-in real time. And how beautiful it was. And they flew, landing smoothly.
  At the same time, the Soviet troops were also undergoing transformations. Such strange and wonderful ones. They were grown men-not the most pleasant during the war. And now they've become boys of twelve or thirteen, with pleasant faces. And that's wonderful!
  Well, which adult wouldn"t want to be a child again?
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Yes, this is really wonderful!
  Pippi chirped:
  - Really, this is wonderful! Boys really are much cuter than adults, and especially old people. Look at our cute little faces!
  And the children began to laugh and stick out their tongues. And they even started whistling.
  Numerous crows and vultures turned into cakes from their whistles, as well as lollipops, chocolates, marmalade, and a host of other fragrant things. And how cheerful everything looks here.
  The gummies fall, and the Japanese infantry, as well as the cavalry in tanks, turn into something so wonderful, and something that causes an indescribable appetite.
  And the Soviet soldiers, mostly men, turned into boys. And they splashed around with bare, childish feet. And they splashed not water anymore, but sweet syrup, and soda, and Coca-Cola, and chocolate-covered cocktails. How wonderful and magnificent it all was-delicious treats. And the liquids under the boys' bare feet were delicious.
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - Did we do a good job of squeezing them?
  Oleg nodded:
  "The Japanese have become so sweet these days. But was it really worth turning Soviet soldiers into children?"
  The girl giggled:
  - Isn't it great to become a boy?
  Olezhka asked:
  - What's so cool about it?
  Pippi replied with a smile:
  - Because you don"t have to shave!
  And the kids burst out laughing. And how hilarious it looked. And then there's the Zero fighter, a formidable machine, the most maneuverable in the world. And which turned into a puff of cotton candy. And then they drizzled it with chocolate syrup-imagine how delicious that is.
  And the cakes that emerged, especially those made from tanks. And the way they were covered with roses, made from cream, jam, and preserves, they were so delicious and magnificent.
  Oleg noted:
  - Are we working beautifully?
  Pippi nodded:
  - Yes, it"s beautiful and delicious!
  The boy giggled and snapped his bare toes. And the crows became a new type of cake, some even shaped like a tricorn. And how beautiful it was, let's say.
  This is truly, let's say, hyper.
  The kids were having fun... Some cakes were covered not only with flowers, but also with fish, butterflies, or dragonflies. And why shouldn't a cake be shaped like a bird, or a squid, or a jellyfish, with bright colors? And how delicious and pleasing to the eye it was.
  Pippi noted:
  - As Ivan the Terrible said - beauty!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Or maybe hyper!
  Pippi nodded:
  - You could even say hyper!
  Warrior girl Margarita noted:
  - Life is good, but living well is even better!
  Annika noted after taking a bite of the cake:
  - Life here is like a holiday!
  Tommy confirmed, trying the pink chocolate cake:
  - It's really just lovely!
  The children seemed very happy. They were having fun and baring their teeth. It was a beautiful world. However, Tommy noted:
  "Nicholas II is not our tsar! Perhaps we should mind our own business!"
  Annika added with annoyance:
  - And how much land has Russia taken from Sweden? Including the Baltics and Finland. And we're going to help them?
  Pippi muttered:
  "I'm not thrilled with Russia either. But the higher powers say it's in the interests of the white race to win this war! And we are white, after all." The girl stamped her bare, slender foot and added:
  "If Japan wins, a whole series of events will unfold that will lead to the emergence of a monster like China. And I don't think that will be good for Europe!"
  Annika asked:
  - What if Russia marches on Stockholm and conquers Europe? What will happen then?
  Oleg stated decisively:
  - What the hell do we need this for? We still have to feed Europe!
  Pippi nodded:
  "Autocratic Russia has no reason to annex Europe as well. It's especially free-thinking. And the Tsar is strengthening autocracy!"
  Margarita added:
  "There really is no reason to wage war with Europe. Unless, of course, it attacks first. In both the First and Second World Wars, European armies invaded Russia first, not the other way around!"
  Pippi objected:
  During the First World War, Tsarist Russia invaded East Prussia and initially seized Gallicia. Don't think Russians are such innocent little lambs. Russia is an imperial carnivorous predator. Just like Germany, Britain, and France. It's not that it's worse, but it's no better either!
  Annika took it and noticed:
  "But we Swedes have abandoned conquest. We decided to build happiness in our own country, not to seize foreign lands. And it must be said that we have succeeded. But the more land Russia grabs, the worse its people live. And foreign lands do not yield bread."
  Pippi giggled and remarked:
  - That's exactly why you shouldn't grab someone else's territory. Take what's at hand and don't look for anything else!
  Oleg laughed and replied:
  - We Russians are not fighting for the sake of seizing foreign lands and conquests, but for the sake of making all peoples happy!
  Margarita giggled and remarked:
  - But not everyone wants such happiness - they are fools!
  Pippi jumped up, did a seven-somersault and declared:
  - Don't force your ideas of good and evil on people. Otherwise, you might be wrong!
  Annika nodded, showing her unchildish intelligence:
  - Every religion thinks it's the most correct! But it can't be that everyone is stupid and you're the only smart one!
  Oleg chuckled again and answered:
  - Where is the center of the Universe?
  Pippi stamped her bare, powerful foot so hard that it split the cobblestone into small pieces and answered with a smile:
  - From the point of view of each observer, he personally is the center of the universe, or where the middle of the earth is - where you stand!
  Tommy laughed, children love to laugh and noted:
  - And the middle of the earth is in the letter m - if you write it in Russian!
  Annika giggled and chirped:
  - Speak Russian, or die, speak Russian - Ein, zwei, dre!
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  "For your age, you kids are literate and know a lot. Not everyone knows how to spell 'zemla' (land) in Russian."
  The children found it funny... But overall, they track down and defeat the Japanese.
  On the ground, samurai really do get a good beating. But at sea?
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  "In this war, the sea may be more important than the land! Indeed, Japan is the mistress of the Pacific Ocean seas. It's an island nation, and of course, whoever is most powerful on the water will dominate."
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Then let's go on the magic carpet! Let's make a mess of the Japanese!
  Annika noted:
  "I like the Japanese-they're so brave. And they don't spare their lives; they're great patriots of their homeland! And for Sweden, Russia has been a traditional enemy since the time of the Vikings."
  Oleg remarked with a smile:
  "Today a friend, tomorrow an enemy, and the day after tomorrow a friend again! Everything changes. Who would have thought that the Chechens would become a pillar of support for the presidential throne, and tomorrow they could revolt again-it all goes in circles!"
  Pippi Longstocking giggled and jumped onto the flying carpet, singing:
  An eye for an eye, blood for blood,
  And all in a circle, all over again!
  And she laughed. The children sat down on the magic carpet. They are wonderful warriors, after all, and learn quickly. It's hard for the samurai to fight against them. The Japanese with their courage, and the young children with their magic.
  Annika and Tommy played checkers on the flight. And it was fun-a wonderful game. Although Tommy noted:
  - Taking is obligatory - it"s wrong!
  Annika giggled and replied:
  - That's a different story!
  Pippi suggested:
  - Try some good, fresh shashlik!
  And indeed, with a wave of her wand, chunks of juicy roasted meat appeared on a skewer. Pippi dipped them in tomato sauce and offered them to the children to try.
  Oleg and Margarita noted:
  - We're doing great!
  The young warriors ate shashlik and felt great. They looked quite cheerful. You wouldn't call these fighting children weak. They were real fighters. They were truly capable of much.
  Here's the first Japanese destroyer floating. Pippi waved her magic wand, and it instantly transformed into a very appetizing dish on a floating tray. It turned out pretty good, you might say.
  Oleg blew, and the tray floated toward the shore, bringing food and joy to the children. It truly was a magnificent adventure.
  The boy warrior sang:
  - Along the endless waves,
  A fur coat and a caftan are in fashion!
  The kids had a lot of fun with it. They were wonderful kids.
  So they attacked a cruiser from the air. And it, too, turned into a mountain of cakes.
  And it happened quickly, in a forced mode. That's how great it was. The impact was simply fantastic.
  Annika noted with a sweet look:
  - Fabulous effect!
  Tommy chirped:
  - And we live in a fairy tale!
  The kids are absolutely delighted. They're baring their little faces and laughing. Oleg and Margarita are giggling too. They're genuinely having fun. Well, let's just say they're some real kids.
  New adventures await. Oleg, however, and Margarita are reminiscing about old ones.
  Oleg Rybachenko arrived at the front. April had arrived, and everything was thawed and blooming. Troops were arriving. The Tsarist regime had withdrawn significant forces from the center and north, so that, according to Brusilov's plan, its main attacks would be directed at Austria and Turkey. In other words, to knock out the weakest links of the Berlin Axis powers and the Four-Power Alliance.
  The Tsar understood that he had to reach Istanbul before the British in order to gain control of Asia Minor, the Straits, and Constantinople, and simultaneously break Austria-Hungary.
  In Western Ukraine, everything is already in bloom. The roads are about to dry out, and the troops will be able to move forward. The Tsarist army is in high spirits. Spring has arrived, and victory feels close. Last year, the Austrians were pushed back hard. And now they almost believe in success. And the Russian people are not the kind to back down.
  In general, Soviet-era films greatly exaggerate soldiers' reluctance to fight. In reality, the soldiers are quite cheerful. And everyone is in a good mood.
  Especially officers who are eager to fight.
  Oleg looks like a boy of about twelve. He's already begun to forget he was ever an adult. And how wonderful it is to be a boy. You run around barefoot and in short pants, your bare soles splashing through spring puddles, and it seems natural.
  An adult, unfortunately, cannot afford to fight in just shorts, lest others think he is out of his mind.
  How wonderful! It's already April 1917, and the Tsar hasn't been overthrown yet.
  How wonderful that there's every chance of winning the First World War and completing the unification of the Slavs and annexing Constantinople. And your dream has come true-you're now a boy, and most importantly, a historical star. That means you'll always remain a boy, and they won't kill you!
  And how wonderful it would be to transition from adulthood to eternal childhood, free from the threat of old age, illness, tooth loss, and other misfortunes. For this, I would have been willing to spend time in prison and toil for a couple of months in a juvenile prison. Well, how long did you spend in prison? Only three months? A small price to pay for eternal childhood.
  And now your dream has come true - you're at the front! And you can perform heroic deeds. Fortunately, your body is fast, strong, resilient, and you have excellent reflexes. Returning to childhood gives you a lot.
  You're no longer just a child, you've become modernized. And that's certainly better than being an adult. And there's no need to be nostalgic for your bygone childhood; it's always here, right next to you.
  There is such a thing as justice in this world. When dreams come true after countless failures. And your beloved king, who suits you, is on the throne. And you, a strong and fast boy, who is immune to bullets, and in the war-the very thing you've dreamed of since childhood-you've found yourself.
  Yes, but in the old life and reality, everything is worse: the tiresome Putin and Lukashenko are on the throne, from whom you won't expect great deeds. And who are they anyway? And there is no unified Russian Empire! And of course, the Romanovs are the legitimate tsars, not these two upstarts.
  And you feel so good, you have so much vigor and energy. You're a boy, and a boy forever! How wonderful!
  Oleg Rybachenko even started jumping for joy... He'd been given his first military assignment: delivering a package to a neighboring regiment. But they didn't give him a horse. "You're just a kid," they said, "you can manage without it!"
  Well, what's the matter with the lull? The boy broke into a run, his bare heels flashing. The road was rocky, and it was obvious anyone could knock a horse's shoes off. But a boy like that, and an ex-con at that, with his hair shaved bald-who'd feel sorry for him?
  Oleg is running along... It's good, his body has become even more resilient than before. It's easy to run, and the prickly surface feels pleasant on his calloused soles.
  But the journey is long - a hundred and fifty miles! And, of course, they sent him off so he could make it in a day. You can easily drive a horse that far, but a barefoot boy - no pity!
  Oleg runs, fast, without slowing down. He's cheerful and pleased with the task. Although, of course, this could have been entrusted to an adult liaison.
  Wire communications aren't available everywhere yet, and couriers aren't running out. However, every horse counts before an offensive. And only Oleg Rybachenko, in his classy frame, can run a hundred miles without stopping.
  And the boy runs, admiring nature, and as he goes he imagines something interesting.
  Let's say Hitler and the Western powers had agreed to negotiate and freeze the conflict on May 1, 1944. And that actually happened. And the Fritzes, seizing the moment, were transferring troops to Belarus, preparing to withstand an attack there. Nazi Germany still had 324 divisions-a formidable force. Of these, 58 divisions, ten tank divisions and five SS divisions, were in France to prevent the Allied landings. And now there was an opportunity to transfer them east. Furthermore, a situation had arisen with tanks. The Nazis had already established mass production of Tigers and Panthers, while the Soviets had only just begun transferring IS-2s and T-34-85s. So the situation was most favorable for the Nazis. They could really go on the offensive.
  And the Führer made the decision dictated by the front's configuration: to launch flanking attacks from Moldova and Northern Ukraine along converging axes. This was a truly powerful move.
  Both Tiger II and Maus tanks were expected to participate in the battles. The latter looked very menacing, but it was quite expensive and difficult to produce, although it was steerable and proved combat-ready. The Third Reich's aircraft production had caught up with the USSR, and its hands were freed on the Western Front. Furthermore, a prisoner exchange took place, and many German and Italian pilots returned. So the balance of power shifted in favor of the Nazis.
  Hitler's aircraft outperformed Soviet aircraft in speed and armament. For example, the Focke-Wulf had six cannons, two of which were 30-millimeter and four 20-millimeter. And the ME-109M had three 30-millimeter and two 15-millimeter cannons. That's how powerful the Nazis were. And their speeds exceeded seven hundred kilometers per hour. Meanwhile, the Soviet Yak-9, the most widely produced aircraft, had only one 20-millimeter cannon and one machine gun. How could it possibly compete with the Germans? The LA-5 had two 20-millimeter cannons. Even the newest Yak-3, which had only just begun to enter service in the summer of 1944, had only one cannon and two machine guns, while the LA-7, also entering service in the summer, had two 20-millimeter cannons.
  How can you stand up to the Nazis? The Germans also have the ME-262 jet fighter, which has just started arriving at the front, and it has four thirty-millimeter cannons and a top speed of nine hundred kilometers per hour.
  So what can you do against such power? Soviet pilots have it tough in the skies. And they can't stand up to such power.
  So the Nazis launched a flanking offensive on June 20th, and their tanks launched a wedge-like attack. And air power was active.
  The Soviet troops couldn't withstand the blow and wavered. What a showdown! The Maus were pushing like crowbars... And try holding back a hundred and eighty tons.
  In response, the Soviet command launched an offensive in Belarus.
  But there was a strong defensive line there. Moreover, the Nazis had reinforced vulnerable points and dug new trenches. Nevertheless, the Soviet troops advanced. It was clear that numerical superiority could be overcome by sheer numbers.
  And Oleg and Margarita, together with other pioneers, decided to give battle to the German wedge that was advancing from the territory of Moldova.
  The pioneer battalion dug trenches and laid mines to repel attacks.
  The children worked barefoot, and the boys wore only shorts, their torsos bare. They were brown from the sun and bony from the rationing. Oleg was indeed very muscular. And he came up with a series of unpleasant surprises for the German air force. For example, the barefoot pioneers made rockets in the shape of birdhouses out of plywood, using sawdust and coal dust as explosives. These rockets were guided by sound. And the device itself was only the size of a pea.
  And if such a rocket takes off, it's going to be a real disaster. Margarita makes radio-controlled mines against tanks. This, too, requires some ingenuity. That wheeled cars loaded with explosives rammed tanks.
  The children are working, running around, their bare, pink heels flashing. They are wonderful kids. The boys and girls - here with their red ties - are simply superb.
  The Nazis' ground attack aircraft included the TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf. It also boasted powerful armament and six cannons, but far superior performance, reaching speeds of up to 800 kilometers per hour, practically the limit for a propeller-driven aircraft. A formidable, multi-role machine, it could serve as a fighter, a ground attack aircraft, or a frontline bomber.
  But in this case, it's a stormtrooper. And it's rushing toward the pioneers' positions. Or rather, they're rushing. A whole flock is flying.
  And behind them are the Focke-Wulfs.
  And the children, barefoot, dusty heels flashing, launch, setting the plywood steps ablaze with matches, sending deadly gifts of annihilation into the sky. And so the rockets take off, leaving behind smoky, purple tails. Rising higher and higher. And then, as these gifts of annihilation slam into the cars, striking them and actually burning them, shattering them into pieces and fragments. And so everything shatters and these hellish flakes burn. So destructive and unique.
  The young fighters are truly the coolest. And they're showing what they can do. Remarkable young warriors.
  The partisan girl Lara sings:
  - May my homeland be glorious,
  USSR, country of the holy Soviets...
  The peoples of the world are a fraternal family,
  Let the exploits of heroism be sung!
  The girl truly sang beautifully. And the Nazis are shot down without further ado. And the wild and powerful stormtroopers of the Third Reich are no match for her. How magnificent! And the rockets created a devastating fireworks display. The children deserve special mention here, with their red ties; they are magnificent fighters. And the technological innovations yield the highest levels of skill.
  Oleg even sang with a smile:
  Everyone knows this,
  Honest words...
  Bully kids,
  They drive you crazy!
  And like a little boy, he bursts out laughing. And over a hundred German attack aircraft are shot down. Such outstanding children here, who show they are capable of working miracles. Not children, but miracles.
  Little Petka chirped, stamping his small, bare foot:
  - May my Motherland be glorious, Comrade Stalin a relative to all children!
  And the young warriors sang:
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to space was opened,
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine,
  Lighting the way for communism!
  After which the little warriors clapped their hands.
  CHAPTER No 8.
  Oleg was interrupted by his memories. The battleships of Togo's squadron were approaching.
  Now it was time to deal with them. The children on the magic carpet were quite ready to attack the enemy. But suddenly, a mortar and pestle appeared before them. More precisely, a red-haired and rather attractive woman with a broom. She spun around and barked:
  - I'll eat you kids!
  Pippi Longstocking sang in response:
  Grandma, you are my mouse,
  I'll eat you, skin and all!
  Torment without respite,
  Bright flashes,
  In the darkness of problems!
  And so they began exchanging pulsars. Baba Yaga sent them from her broom, and Pippi from her wand. Oleg, meanwhile, decided not to be distracted by the red-haired beauty, whose copper-red hair fluttered in the wind like a proletarian banner. And so he began to pummel Togo's battleships. The first one received a magical hit and began spinning. And then it collided with its neighbor. There was a cracking sound, and both large ships burst into flames and began taking on water. Oleg sang furiously:
  The Russian warrior is the strongest of all,
  Samurai sweeping away with a blow...
  We will celebrate success,
  Conquering everyone is not in vain!
  The battleships were sinking. Their crews jumped overboard and tried to save themselves.
  Margarita also performed a miracle, casting a spell from her wand. And on the armadillo, lush and vibrant flowers of extraordinary beauty began to bloom.
  The girl sang:
  Moon, moon, flowers, flowers,
  We trust our homeland - our hopes and dreams!
  Hopes and dreams!
  We often lack love and kindness in life!
  Love and kindness!
  The entire battleship, including its guns, was covered in roses and daisies. And the brave samurai soldiers turned into butterflies with wings. And it must be said, it was quite amusing. Such a wonderful transformation-it couldn't be more beautiful.
  And Pippi Longstocking continued exchanging gifts with Baba Yaga. And it looked quite impressive. As if a fairy tale were truly unfolding. They each released lightning bolts. And they collided, disintegrating into a firework. After which Baba Yaga, who looked like a woman of about thirty, rather than an old woman, cooed:
  - It will have a deadly effect on you!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - A banal threat! Too banal!
  Baba Yaga roared:
  - So now you threaten!
  The girl with bare feet squeaked:
  - I will disperse you into atoms throughout the universe!
  The red-haired woman giggled and noted:
  - Now that's much more interesting and engaging! Well, if you can, then try it!
  Pippi giggled and chirped:
  - Don't wipe away your tears,
  If you fall, don't cry, get up!
  Baba Yaga launched another cloud of fireballs at the girl and the flying carpet. And Pippi shook her wand, too. And the flakes began to fall in a very interesting way, like cornflakes.
  Pippi took it and cooed:
  - I won't give up! And my barefoot team won't capitulate!
  The boys and girls were dealing with the Japanese. Another armadillo started transforming into something delicious. But it's incredibly cool, and it can be delicious. And even the fat drips off and glistens.
  Oleg remarked with a sweet look:
  - We will build communism, attack up, not down!
  The boy burst out laughing, sticking out his tongue. A fighting child terminator. Now that was incredibly cool.
  Annika took it and laughed and began to sing:
  Glory to Sweden, it's wonderful,
  That the country delighted the whole world...
  The enemy attacks dangerously,
  But we will celebrate a victory feast!
  The girl also took hold of the projectile and launched it with her tiny, bare foot, something incredibly lethal. In a matter of seconds, the giant armadillo transformed into a donut, also of colossal size, and the sailors became raisins, also as tall as a man and covered in honey. Now that was amazing. Such delicious treats.
  The children were delighted, even jumping and arching their backs. This is truly joy. Such wondrous transformations take place.
  But Pippi wasn't so easy. Baba Yaga unexpectedly received reinforcements: a large, fat man in a top hat, with a long beard and a seven-tailed whip in his hands, appeared. And he roared:
  - Karabas Barabas - let's have lunch now!
  He flew on a wooden horse and waved a whip as if he wanted to kill the children.
  Pippi Longstocking squeaked:
  - Children, help!
  And the young team switched their focus to Karabas Barabas. Pulsars were launched at the bearded monster. Which crashed down on this mastodon. And Karabas Barabas became covered in flowers, and literally blossomed. As if it were a lilac. That's how it truly blooms.
  Annika squeaked and chirped:
  - Banzai! Forward to cosmic heights!
  Tommy added, baring his teeth:
  - Our victory is just around the corner! And we'll trample Karabas underfoot! Or rather, with our bare feet!
  Oleg and Margarita also took a swig. Karabas Barabas completely lost his temper and blossomed like a lilac bush.
  Baba Yaga, seeing that instead of the formidable doctor of doll sciences a bouquet of flowers appeared, giggled and roared:
  - The traffic light was green,
  And because, because, because,
  That he was in love with life...
  And everyone runs, runs, runs, runs,
  And I'm running!
  And Baba Yaga did indeed flee. So the broom and mortar left behind a fiery glow.
  Pippi slowed down the carpet and noted:
  - We've used too much magic, we need to recover!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  "Yes, we've expended quite a bit of magic. Moreover, the Russian squadron isn't ready to set sail yet: they're repairing damaged ships. So we have time for meditation and recovery."
  The boy set the example by sitting in the lotus position. The other children followed his example. Their bare feet suddenly turned outward. And it was, so to speak, a magnificent meditation. Such exceptional children.
  Oleg plunged into memories of his very interesting previous exploits.
  After the German attack was repelled, the landing force of child time-travelers was recalled. The barefoot child warriors and inventors tried to protest-the Great Patriotic War was still raging, and the USSR needed help. But Chernobog declared that Russian Demiurges should only intervene in real life when absolutely necessary. The Red Army, however, must deal with this scourge on its own.
  And again it was time to watch the fighting from the sidelines.
  Thanks to the intervention of the children's landing force, Soviet troops repelled the attack from Moldova, but the penetration from the other flank, in Northern Ukraine, proved threatening. Furthermore, the offensive against Finland on the Karelian Isthmus proved less than successful.
  The Finns occupied the Mannerheim Line and were able to repel the attacks. But most importantly, Sweden entered the war. In that kingdom, everyone wanted revenge for their defeat in previous wars at the hands of Russia, dating back to the Viking era. But they especially remembered Charles XII. And, of course, the position of reactionary circles in the United States also played a role: they sold Sweden a significant amount of equipment on credit, effectively setting it against the USSR.
  Because of this, the June offensive in the Korean Isthmus was unsuccessful. And Stalin, who was sometimes known for his excessive caution, also noted the offensive in Belarus.
  And this allowed the Germans to increase their pressure from the north, bypassing the Soviet line of defense.
  Combat has shown that the Tiger II, in its modernized version with a thousand-horsepower engine, is a formidable breakthrough tank. And it no longer gets stuck or breaks down. Although the Nazis still have few such vehicles.
  Be that as it may, the Germans had penetrated deeply from Northern Ukraine. And the offensive from Moldova resumed, especially when fresh Italian units, including liberated POWs, entered the fray. The situation then became extremely tense. Italian infantry was driven into assaults, with SS blocking detachments behind them. And this had an effect. Significant Soviet forces in the salient were at risk of being encircled. The termination of Lend-Lease also had an adverse effect. The Soviet defense industry was in shock. It took some time to adapt and find alternative routes.
  And then Turkey struck Transcaucasia. And a new front. The Turks attacked with an army of a million men. And they took Yerevan and Batumi. To close the line, they were forced to commit headquarters reserves into battle. And this again aided the German offensive. Some Soviet troops were surrounded and forced to retreat with heavy losses. And not all managed to break through. Most were killed or captured. And all equipment was lost.
  This forced headquarters and Stalin personally to temporarily go on the defensive along the entire front. Things were starting to get heated. And then Japan, with whom the US and Britain had also frozen the war, advanced from the east. Forces had to be redeployed there as well. The Nazis seized the opportunity and cut off Odessa from the main forces. They then advanced toward Vinnytsia and Zhitomir.
  This situation turned out to be difficult. Moreover, we had to deal with a multitude of new enemies at once. And this turned out to be so unplanned.
  Furthermore, the situation worsened with the introduction of the Nazi Arado jet bombers, which were so fast that Soviet fighters couldn't catch them and were extremely difficult to shoot down with anti-aircraft guns. Not a piece of cake either.
  And the Germans were even able to bomb Moscow, which had a negative impact on the morale of the troops.
  In the field of tank design, the first new-generation German self-propelled guns-the E-10 and E-25-had finally appeared. Their fundamental difference from previous Nazi vehicles was their layout: the engine and transmission were mounted side-by-side, with the gearbox mounted directly on the engine. This allowed for savings on the main shaft and gave the German self-propelled guns a low profile. The E-10, with its 75-millimeter 48 EL gun, like the T-4, was only a meter and forty centimeters tall, while the E-25, with its Panther gun, was a meter and fifty centimeters tall.
  This made the self-propelled guns light, agile, stealthy, and capable of rapid traverse, which compensated for the lack of a rotating turret. Most importantly, they were easy to manufacture and inexpensive. The first E-10 had 60mm thick frontal armor and 30mm thick side armor, weighing ten tons. This, coupled with a 400-horsepower engine, ensured good maneuverability. The E-25 weighed only twenty tons with a 700-horsepower engine, and was also fast. The frontal armor was thicker: 80mm, while the side armor was 50mm. Moreover, both self-propelled guns had a very steeply sloped frontal armor.
  The appearance of these vehicles was a wake-up call for the Red Army. They were fast, stealthy, and inexpensive. Plus, they had excellent optics and night vision devices. Everything was top-notch.
  So there was no response to this yet. The T-44 proved to be a crude tank and required further development. Only the SU-100, based on the tank and T-34 chassis, could offer some progress, but shells for the gun only began to be produced in November 1940.
  The Germans, however, were outpacing them in production rates. And they gradually broke through one defensive line after another, until the Soviet troops retreated beyond the Dnieper. Vasilevsky finally managed to persuade Stalin to surrender Kyiv and take up a more favorable defensive position. The Supreme Commander-in-Chief, remembering the lesson of 1941, did not resist this time.
  The Red Army went on the strategic defensive until the onset of deep autumn with torrential rains. However, it turned out that the German E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns were excellent at driving in mud, on par with the T-34-85 in this regard. And the expectation that the Germans would stop didn't quite pan out. Although it is true that advancing in mud and bad weather is more difficult. And Stalin counted on winter as manna from heaven.
  However, winter got even worse. German jet bombers were becoming more numerous, and they were bombing wherever they pleased. And the Nazis' light self-propelled guns were powerful. The E-25, with its 88-millimeter gun and 71 EL mount, also appeared. It was also very dangerous: it had 120-millimeter thick, heavily sloped frontal armor, 80-millimeter side armor, and weighed thirty tons. It was a very dangerous self-propelled gun, and even the IS-2 couldn't penetrate it frontally. And its gun literally destroyed any vehicle in sight at range. Now that was a devastating blow.
  The Soviet winter offensive failed. Moreover, at the end of February, the Nazis themselves went on the offensive. The new He-162 fighters-light, cheap, easy to produce, and terribly maneuverable-seized air supremacy, and the Red Army's situation became even more pressing. The defenses in the center were breached, and the Nazis recaptured Smolensk, threatening Moscow. The Soviet troops desperately attempted a counterattack, but they were having little success. The SU-100 self-propelled guns were still too few, and the T-34-85 was no match for the Red Army.
  At the same time, the Nazis finally received a fully-fledged E-type tank at the front in March. The E-50 was small, compact, and had a low profile. Weighing in at 45 kg (104 lbs) a Panther, it had an engine capable of producing up to 1,200 horsepower, the thickness of the Tiger-2's armor, albeit with more sloped guns, and a more powerful 88-millimeter (100EL) long gun. The turret was smaller and narrower, and the gun mantlet, like a pig's snout, covered the entire front of the turret. This made the new tank virtually impenetrable from the front. And its speed exceeded seventy kilometers per hour.
  That's how it's accelerating. And the Red Army's problems increased. In March, the Germans broke through in the north, once again cutting Leningrad off from the mainland. The situation became critical.
  And at the end of April the offensive on Moscow began.
  And here it was already possible to persuade the Russian Gods so that they would allow the landing of the time travelers to intervene.
  And so a battalion of boys and girls meets the Nazis. And it's a good fight.
  Oleg really wanted to make rockets for exactly this purpose. And, for example, guide them to sound. But he didn't have time, and the boys and girls, their bare, pink heels flashing, scattered through the cracks.
  The Nazis flew quite low and delivered very sharp and lethal strikes.
  The boy, Oleg, a time traveler, picked up a rifle. It wasn't a Mosin, but a more armor-piercing one, with a special, larger cartridge capable of igniting propellant. It would be nearly impossible for an ordinary boy, or even an adult, to hit a jet attack aircraft accelerating to a thousand kilometers per hour. Especially considering that the underside of the German aircraft is covered with tough, durable armor.
  But Oleg is already a seasoned warrior; he's fought for Russia, the USSR, or Kievan Rus many times before. He has both vast experience and superpowers.
  The boy presses his bare heel against the stones at the bottom of the camouflaged cell and shoots.
  And then it hits a high-performance attack aircraft, and the Nazi burns.
  By the way, a two-seat HE-483 attack jet is also flying here - it is armed with two 37-mm aircraft cannons, six 30-mm cannons with extended barrels, and two 20-mm cannons, which are larger for aircraft.
  This is a two-man attack aircraft. And it's starting to crash. Oleg has a rifle, like an anti-tank one, but the boy genius personally made it more compact, lighter, and smaller. So it'll definitely take down a Nazi.
  The boy Seryozhka, also barefoot in shorts, slightly dirty, exclaims:
  - Wow! Fire a gun at the planes!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  Our Soviet pioneer,
  A great example of accuracy!
  And the boy dug in his heels, which had been subjected to all sorts of tests: they'd been roasted with fire, and scorched with hot iron, and beaten with bamboo and rubber sticks. His feet had endured it all, yet they remained almost childlike in appearance, graceful in shape, and as nimble as a monkey's paws, or even more so.
  And Oleg fired accurately. He fired almost by instinct. And with incredible precision. He hit the armor right in the butt, igniting the fuel tanks. And the powerful German plane began to smoke and turn in the opposite direction.
  Oleg chirped:
  - One! Two! Three! Tear the evil orcs apart!
  The boy wanted to fire again, reloading his gun. But he heard the voice of a deity, apparently a demiurge. Don't try too hard-don't draw too much attention to yourself!
  Oleg nodded with a sad smile:
  -. It's clear!
  They've already attracted attention, really. And any mission is something. Like during another alternate war, when they were ordered to beat the Japanese. Then the boy and girl simply started pitting samurai destroyers against each other.
  And Oleg even started singing then, out of joy:
  Child son of the space age,
  He went wandering through the big worlds...
  His affairs, believe me, are not bad at all,
  And life is one continuous child's play!
  
  At first, in the middle century, it turned out,
  They tore his boots off...
  And barefoot in the snow he wandered,
  The snowdrifts baked my bare heels!
  
  But this only hardened the boy,
  And he really became, believe me, stronger...
  And he hit the boar in the snout with his elbow,
  And this villain fell into the abyss!
  
  The boy will not give in to adults in battle,
  His destiny is to kill evil orcs...
  So that the evil Cain doesn"t come with a dagger,
  And these heroes did not have to suffer!
  
  The warrior is young and certainly brave,
  He rushes forward to attack...
  When the boy-boy gets down to business,
  Enemies are simply wasted!
  
  So I ended up as a cabin boy for pirates,
  And this is also very cool, you know...
  And for the merchants, of course, there is retribution,
  And this fat dog will not go to heaven!
  
  The boy sailed the seas quite well,
  Remained a child without growing up...
  But he had such a cool punch,
  What remained of the adult bodies was a corpse!
  
  Here is a huge galleon they took,
  Believe me, there's gold in it right up to the brim...
  You can literally see the distances of communism,
  Fortune, you are the favorite of sons!
  
  Well, maybe we should buy ourselves a title?
  The barefoot boy will become a count...
  And we'll show the queen the fig,
  Both doubts and fear have disappeared!
  
  But something so daring happened,
  The executioners caught the boy again...
  And don't count on mercy now,
  Or better yet, scream on the rack!
  
  The boy was beaten with a whip very painfully,
  They burned his heels with fire and iron...
  And he dreamed of a field, of a spacious one,
  The Spanish have put on their boots!
  
  The scum tortured the boy for a long time,
  However, they were unable to find out the truth...
  And the child's voice is so clear,
  And the truth will come - just be bold!
  
  Well, what a noose awaits the boy,
  They are leading him to the scaffold to be executed...
  White snowflakes are floating in the sky,
  Let them cool your slightly bruised forehead!
  
  The boy's bare feet step,
  In the snow, and there are blisters on my feet...
  The soles are burned with pincers,
  Bloody and evil executioners!
  
  But the boy felt better from the snow,
  He smiled and sang cheerfully...
  After all, with him is the alpha, the bright omega,
  And she is capable of doing so many things!
  
  Here the boy is already standing on the scaffold,
  Almost naked, covered in scars, blisters...
  But it seems the child is gilded,
  Like a prince in some childish, bright dreams!
  
  They've already put a rope around my neck,
  And the executioner was ready to knock the chair down...
  The boy imagined a barefoot girl,
  I could barely contain the sad cry from my chest!
  
  But then a bullet pierced the kata accurately,
  And they laid down the evil executioners...
  Once again the queen gets screwed,
  And to the boy the light of grace of rays!
  
  The boy was freed from retribution,
  The boy is sailing on a ship again...
  And the katy will not catch up with the filibuster,
  They are now rotting in the ground!
  
  But adventures await again,
  The Middle Ages have vanished like a wave...
  We expect forgiveness from those who are innocent,
  A wonderful dream will come true!
  
  It's a different time, in an adventure,
  And the plane is spinning in the sky...
  For torture only the descendants will be avenged,
  And you, go on the attack with songs forward!
  
  The boy is sailing on an armadillo,
  He's a cabin boy again, no longer a pirate...
  The sun is shining brightly in the sky,
  That's just how things work out!
  And now rockets made of sawdust and plywood are hitting the Nazis. And they're pounding the fascist tanks. The children are clearly very skilled, their bare, pink heels flashing. And they don't give up, they don't lie down under the enemy.
  Oleg and Margarita launched a newer weapon-a piece of antimatter. So tiny, a thousandth of a gram. But it detonated with the force of twenty tons of explosives. That's truly devastating. And how many Nazis died. The planes spun in the sky and stalled. They began colliding and burning. Such was the chaos that ensued. Against which the German air force, including the He-162, was powerless.
  CHAPTER No 9
  The recovery from such a difficult magical battle went well. The children felt invigorated after the meditation. Their mood noticeably improved, as did their thirst for new adventures and victories.
  Oleg noted with a cheerful look:
  - The stars of communism await! I will fly in the sky singing!
  Margarita encouraged the boy:
  - We'll really do it all really well! And the Japanese fleet will be crushed!
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Yes, this is wonderful! We'll just turn it into something delicious.
  Annika giggled and stamped her small, bare foot:
  - It will be wonderful! And cool!
  Tommy took it and sang:
  A world of wonderful adventures awaits children,
  I know it will come soon - the New Year!
  And the boy burst out laughing. These are some funny kids. And really cool ones.
  The flying carpet flew in search of Toga's fleet, battered but still operational. It was clear that without the sea there would be no war. Oleg had always been amazed at how the Russian army had managed to lose to the Japanese on land. And how inept the Russian command had been. Cossack raids alone could have terrorized the Japanese.
  Unlucky with Kuropatkin, who, in fact, is the main culprit behind the Russian troops' fiasco. And really, what kind of commander could someone with a name like Kuropatkin have? Clearly a lousy one. The partridge is a peaceful bird.
  During the first battles with the Japanese, this idiot even forbade camouflaging the guns. Isn't he a fool?
  Okay, it'll be a battle of wills. Now they'll show off the samurai at sea.
  The flying carpet picked up speed. And the wind blew in my face. It was truly magical.
  Pippi, however, noted:
  "Baba Yaga possesses great magical powers. Avoid meeting her!"
  Oleg jokingly sang:
  We must preserve our dignity,
  From all kinds of unnecessary meetings!
  And the flying carpet made a flanking maneuver. Now that was combat action. Or rather, marching, since there was no fighting yet.
  Along the way, they came across a Japanese destroyer. The kids took it and turned it into a goose casserole with a mouth-watering roast. It was absolutely delicious. And it was garnished with bananas, pineapples, peaches, and oranges. Now that's something truly delicious. And the aroma is so mouth-watering.
  And Pippi snapped her bare toes, and a sharp dagger appeared, quickly slicing the food into thin slices. The tray then floated to the Russian shores to feed hungry children.
  Annika squeaked and giggled:
  - Our homeland is Sweden, we are great cooks!
  Tommy exclaimed:
  - With custard cookies!
  And indeed, the next destroyer was transformed by children's magic into a mountain of delicious, honey-flavored cookies. How magnificent and wonderful it looked. Now that's confectionery magic-just superb. And the cookies were a huge, fluffy mound. Oleg and Margarita blew on them and sent them flying toward the Russian shores. That was fantastic.
  The kids will be very happy. And a mountain of decorated cookies will float towards them, driven by a magical current. Now that's truly a delight.
  Margarita chirped:
  We eat the most delicious food in the world,
  May the Fatherland be holy and beautiful...
  A mighty cherub hovers above us,
  We lived our lives, believe me, in vain!
  That's the kind of cheerful girl she was. It's just a terrible backdrop. As they say, act more energetically.
  The young warrior remembered their glorious exploits in AI.
  The heroic resistance of the children's special forces helped slow the Nazi advance on Moscow. But the war was still going on. And now it was time to go on the offensive. Meanwhile, the Japanese were advancing in the Far East. They had quite a few light, diesel-powered tanks. They seemed small, but they were well camouflaged and could advance through the forests. Vladivostok had fallen. And a threatening situation had arisen.
  Oleg and Margarita helped Soviet designers create a unique self-propelled gun. They had only one crew member, who operated a joystick and was in a prone position. The vehicles themselves were powered by an electric motor, with the battery running on light gravitons. And this is truly an incredibly powerful machine-capable of reaching speeds of up to 1,000 kilometers per hour and even flying.
  Oleg and Margarita were the first to test this machine on the samurai. The children went on the offensive, working in pairs, sending out deadly annihilation gifts. Now that's a truly devastating effect.
  Literally flying, the two machines fired at the Japanese with grav-blasters. These weapons require little energy, are virtually infallible, and destroy any matter.
  Oleg, pressing the joystick buttons with his bare, childish feet, picked it up and began to sing:
  My homeland is the great USSR,
  I was born in it once...
  The onslaught of the Wehrmacht, believe me, was wild,
  As if Satan were his relative!
  
  It's common for a pioneer to fight,
  He doesn't know any problems with this...
  Of course, study excellently,
  It's time for a change!
  
  Children will not show weakness in battle,
  They will defeat the evil fascists...
  We will bring joy to our ancestors,
  Passed my exams with flying colors!
  
  With a red tie tied around his neck,
  I became a pioneer, a little boy...
  This is not just a simple hello to you,
  And I have a revolver in my pocket!
  
  If a severe battle comes,
  Believe me, we will defend the USSR...
  Forget your sorrows and reproaches,
  Let the evil sir be defeated!
  
  My tie is like a rose the color of blood,
  And it sparkles and flutters in the wind...
  The pioneer will not groan in pain,
  Let's make your dream come true!
  
  We ran barefoot in the cold,
  The heels are flashing like a wheel...
  We see the distant light of communism,
  Even though it's hard to walk uphill!
  
  Hitler attacks Russia,
  He has a ton of different resources...
  We are carrying out a difficult mission,
  Satan himself is going on the attack!
  
  The fascists' tanks are like monsters,
  The thickness of the armor and the long barrel...
  The red-haired girl has long braids,
  We will impale the Fuhrer!
  
  If you have to go barefoot in the cold,
  The boy will run without hesitation...
  And he will pick a rose for the sweet girl,
  His friendship is a solid monolith!
  
  We will see communism in the distance,
  There is confidence in this, believe me...
  Napoleon was given a slap on the horns,
  And the door to Europe has been opened a crack!
  
  Peter the Great was a great tsar,
  She wanted Russia to be a paradise...
  Conquered the wild expanse of the Urals,
  Although the weather there is not at all like May!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Even kids are great fighters...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And fathers are proud of their grandchildren!
  
  Holy leader comrade Stalin,
  Took an important step towards communism...
  From the ruins of the most nightmarish ruins,
  He fired a charge into the Fuhrer's snout!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Every boy is just a superman...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And the guys won't have any problems!
  
  We will defend our Fatherland with courage,
  And we'll give the fascists a kick in the ass...
  And she won't be a goody-two-shoes,
  A pioneer is considered akin to the Gods!
  
  We will break Hitler's back in battle,
  It will be like Napoleon, beaten!
  We will see communism in the distance,
  The Wehrmacht will be finished off!
  
  There will soon be joy on the planet,
  We will free the whole world...
  Let's fly to Mars on a rocket,
  Let the children rejoice in happiness!
  
  The best leader is Comrade Stalin,
  He is the hero and glory and fatherland...
  The fascists were torn to pieces,
  We are now the banner of communism!
  
  The boy will not tolerate Fritz's rudeness,
  He will answer him decisively...
  This is what I believe will be wisdom,
  And the sun shines with radiant color!
  
  I'll join the Komsomol in Berlin,
  There the boys will walk with their bare heels...
  We will howl like a beaten Fuhrer in the toilet,
  And we will pin him with a pin!
  
  The USSR is an example for the peoples,
  I know the world will be so wonderful...
  Let's bring freedom to the whole planet,
  The wind will fill the sails of dreams!
  
  Stalin will rise again from the grave,
  Even if he lies there...
  We pioneers cannot bend our backs,
  Evil orcs belong in the latrine!
  
  And when the Goddess Lada comes,
  What gives love and joy to people...
  The boy will be rewarded forever,
  Then he will hit the evil Koschei!
  
  The front is certainly burning furiously,
  And the field burns with dry grass...
  But I believe that victory is in May,
  It will become a glorious pioneer's lot!
  
  Here is the Fatherland, the Homeland of Svarog,
  That dream is fiercely rich...
  By order of the God of Happiness Rod,
  There will be a chamber for everyone in the palace!
  
  I believe the proletarian will throw off his chains,
  We will defeat the enemies in one fell swoop...
  Let us sing at least millions of arias,
  And we will tear our shirts in battle!
  
  The pioneer will finally give it away,
  The happiness of the entire universe...
  The evil Cain will be destroyed,
  Our business will be creation!
  
  Then the time of light will come,
  That will make everyone's dream come true...
  The heroic deeds are sung,
  And the missiles have an increased range!
  
  The enemy of the Fatherland will be destroyed,
  Those who surrender will be spared, of course...
  Let's hit the Fuhrer in the face with a sledgehammer,
  So that there is hope in communism!
  
  I believe that grief will end,
  The eagle will sing the march of millions...
  Believe me, we will have a sea of victories,
  Our red children's legions!
  
  That's when in Paris and New York,
  And Berlin, Tokyo, Beijing...
  The pioneer's ringing voice,
  He will sing about the eternal world of happiness!
  
  If necessary, we will resurrect the dead,
  The fallen heroes will rise again...
  The path to victory is long at first,
  And then we will bury the Fuhrer!
  
  And when in the universe of communism,
  The power will be strong and majestic...
  For a beautiful endless life,
  The boys did a great job!
  
  Even though they are barefoot,
  But the real power lies with...
  The boys will run along the path,
  And Adolf will be boldly torn to pieces!
  
  That's why we falcons are cool,
  We'll crush all the orc bandits...
  The coconut trees will blossom,
  The pioneer's look is certainly proud!
  
  This will be the banner of communism,
  It's beautiful to rage over the universe...
  And such a banner of red power,
  A marvel to all the peoples of the party!
  We take on any task,
  And believe me, we always win...
  Here the sun rises over the Fatherland,
  The universe has become a wonderful paradise!
  The children flew, sang, and crushed the Japanese. It was a real witches' dance. Both Oleg and Margarita demonstrated their supreme skill. And the samurai fled.
  But the outcome of the war is still unclear. The United States, along with Japan, has attacked the Far East. This is truly serious. Powerful B-29 bombers are flying toward Soviet cities and factories. And there are a lot of them. And the gifts of annihilation are raining down.
  And American tanks are also included. And they're serious-for example, the Super Pershing, with a 90-millimeter gun and a 73EL barrel. It's dangerous for all Soviet vehicles. And only the IS-3 has a chance of resisting it head-on.
  The Hitler coalition expanded. Britain had already joined the war. And so came the British Churchill tanks. And also the Tortilla. This was a very dangerous tank, thanks to its thick armor-230 mm thick at the front and 170 mm on the sides. Its main drawback was its enormous weight, eighty tons, with a 600-horsepower engine. Consequently, it had low speed and frequent breakdowns.
  But the Nazis helped the British install a powerful 1,500-horsepower gas turbine engine on the Tortilla. And she came to life and moved at a dangerous speed.
  Where the children's battalion's fighters fought. The Red Army was winning, but they couldn't break apart. Such was the alarming situation that had developed.
  Oleg is again fighting on foot, he needs to repel a concentrated attack from the German and foreign wedge.
  Of the medium tanks, the E-50 or Panther-3 are more numerous and go into battle. And they, too, are very difficult to hold off.
  The Nazis have not yet reached the children's battalion, which is almost unarmed.
  Taking advantage of this, the children built their first rockets, which looked like birdhouses.
  The pioneer girl Oksana, stamping her bare foot, asked:
  -Will they definitely hit Hitler's stormtroopers?
  Oleg answered with a sad look:
  "Not yet, but if we attach a homing device that detects the distinctive sound of a jet, the Nazis won't be able to escape. True, the stage would need to be larger and more carbon dust added so that such fast attack aircraft could catch up!"
  Margarita Korshunova added:
  "Don't worry, we know what we're doing. We need the simplest parts from a radio receiver, and the device will be ready!"
  The boy Sasha squeaked:
  - Wow, that's colossal! Is it really possible to produce it on an industrial scale?
  Oleg nodded his fair head energetically:
  - Of course! And we will do it! And even if the sky may be blackened by countless Luftwaffe planes, we will definitely clear it!
  Petka the young pioneer noted:
  - We won't kneel! And anyway, let's do something against the tanks!
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  "We can make missiles to fight tanks, too. But the charge in that case would have to be shaped charge!"
  And the child warriors continued their work. It's much more interesting to tinker with than to dig trenches. The most important thing, of course, is the guidance system. And then there's the need to collect the coal dust. It's even more destructive than sawdust.
  And they actually brought something made from briquettes. And it really did turn into something of colossal power. And so well-assembled.
  Oleg remembered how he'd once made rockets like these, to fight Batu Khan's army. Back then, they'd fought the Mongol-Tatars near Ryazan. They'd managed to craft a ton of similar rockets out of coal and sawdust. Then they'd gone and blasted them.
  The blow to the Mongol-Tatar army was devastating. Masses of horsemen and horses were killed in an instant. The Mongol army was literally cut down by the thousands. Those who survived took this as a blow from the Russian gods. And they literally scattered like hares when a lion pounced on them.
  A crush arose, and a great number of nukers were crushed and broken through.
  The Russian army defeated a massive horde of four hundred thousand horsemen with virtually no losses. And it must be said that this was a truly remarkable achievement.
  Oleg even noted:
  - Technological superiority is more important than troop numbers!
  And then they, along with several boys and girls from the children's space special forces, put on a fantastic performance! They repelled the horde's invasion.
  After the missile strike, the only thing they did was attack Batu Khan's army, or rather what remained of it, with hyperblasters. They incinerated Jihangir himself, along with his honor guard. After that, it's clear the Mughlans will be long in coming without a commander capable of leading the horde into battle and attacking Rus'.
  But now the enemy is much stronger. Oleg is only with a girl, Margarita, and the children don't have hyperblasters. And without them, the Third Reich won't be defeated so easily.
  Oleg hasn't yet revealed the secret of how simple sawdust or coal dust can explode so effectively. Especially since the USSR has the secret today, and the Germans will have it tomorrow. It's a double-edged sword.
  The boy-terminator aimed the missile and fired it on a distant trajectory. He obviously expected to hit something there.
  Margarita approached him and capriciously remarked:
  - This is not allowed, this is not necessary! So, have we come to feast or to fight?
  Oleg noted:
  "If we sent a battalion of children's special forces here with space weapons, there wouldn't even be a single cinder left of the Nazis. But that would be too simple a solution. Besides, Gron has to handle it himself. Otherwise, if we do all the work for him, it won't be interesting. And blasting the Nazis with hyperblasters is primitive."
  Margarita nodded, shaking her golden hair:
  - Maybe you're right! But the forces are very unequal!
  Oleg noted:
  - The more enemies, the more interesting the war!
  The girl who had arrived stamped her bare, childish foot and asked:
  - Well, sing something to make it more fun!
  The boy who had arrived sang with enthusiasm and courage:
  And Olezhek is still a barefoot boy,
  In hot weather, children don't need shoes...
  And he jumps on the armor like a bunny,
  If necessary, he will outdo Satan!
  
  Here is a battle taking place on the stormy sea,
  Believe me, this is such a wonderful world...
  Not like somewhere in the dark underworld,
  Here the girls are having a battle feast!
  
  This world is quite technical,
  There are a million girls for every man!
  And believe me, everything in the world is great,
  When there are a whole legion of beauties!
  
  It's a shame that you're a boy and not a man,
  Otherwise I would have shown it to the girls...
  There's a reason why you don't grow up,
  This is the destiny that the Almighty Rod gave!
  
  But fierce battles are raging,
  At sea, the word geyser on the water...
  And the boy will have, you know, accomplishments,
  The boy's victories will go everywhere!
  
  A shell flies out from a huge cannon,
  And described a high arc...
  The weather is like in the warm tropics of May,
  You inhale the eternal spring with smoke!
  
  Beautiful girls are running along the deck,
  They send light with their bare heels...
  And the ringing voice of the warriors,
  Celebrate both joy and success!
  
  So they pointed a gun at the adversary,
  And they fired a very accurate volley...
  And the song penetrates straight into the soul,
  And you hit him in the snout with your knee!
  
  Oleg fought with the girls fiercely,
  And he laid down legions of orcs...
  So that the planet becomes very quiet,
  And the radiant world of light ruled!
  
  Well, God won't abandon the boy,
  The boy matured in battles...
  He furiously winds up the miles -
  Deals a crushing blow!
  
  Svarog taught the girls to fight bravely,
  So that they can show everyone their class,
  And there are no thoughts of surrendering to the enemy,
  We'll really punch the bastard in the eye!
  
  Here the orcs' battleship was sunk,
  They sent all the hairy ones to the bottom...
  They crushed a horde of fierce bears,
  And they showed it as if life was a movie!
  
  Well, what about the boy, the eternal winner,
  He's wearing shorts, tanned and cool...
  And the ruler will be seen in battle,
  Breaking your jaw with your bare heel!
  CHAPTER No 10.
  Okay, the kids took a break. There it was, Togo's fleet reappearing before them. Still quite a large squadron. Well, why not have some fun with it?
  And Oleg and Pippi unleashed a magical wave. It rushed toward the Japanese fleet. And the mighty battleship suddenly transformed into a mountain of delicious cutlets drenched in sauce. And the sailors from the Land of the Rising Sun turned into cheeses and mushrooms. And it looked delicious, especially with the addition of prunes.
  And the next battle cake is already a Tika Skazka cake, only huge, covered with cream and many magnificent decorations.
  So if you are a boy, don"t be embarrassed,
  If you are short in stature, then you are more agile...
  And smile more often, young warrior,
  The ghoul is not scary to you, Koschei!
  
  Here the boy threw something with his bare foot,
  There was a very strong, powerful explosion...
  And the Orksha infantry perished,
  It was as if a blood abscess had burst!
  
  The girls attack the orcs fiercely,
  The beauty rushes to board like an avalanche...
  Those bears don't have much time left,
  This is the kind of crew we have!
  
  We will drive the hairy ones underground,
  Those that really stink...
  And we will also crush the long-nosed trolls,
  This is our character - a monolith!
  
  And then the fighting died down,
  We won - know this for sure...
  And they hit everything, believe me, the target,
  Let's build it, I know there's paradise on this planet!
  
  Again the boy was caught up in the whirlwinds,
  And he rushes into the blizzard of space...
  The boy, believe me, is not quiet at all,
  And does not curse capricious fate!
  
  Yes, this is the time of the future, you know,
  Where ships flicker in space...
  And you guys are brave, go ahead,
  So that your loan doesn't end up with just zeros!
  
  After all, starships are just super,
  Swift as a hurricane...
  Everything is raging on the hot quark soup,
  We strike with such fury!
  
  And in the future everything is cool and wonderful,
  All young and beautiful, believe me...
  So the supreme one did not work in vain,
  Although the carnivorous beast is already roaring!
  
  And the barefoot girls attack legions,
  They are of such unprecedented beauty...
  And there are simply millions of starships,
  Well, get it, orcs, you donkeys!
  
  So do you want new adventures?
  And cool super-cosmic victories?
  Let there be vengeance for the orcs,
  So that there is no trace of evil troubles!
  
  This is how I fight fiercely as a boy,
  In a spacesuit and barefoot at the same time...
  That I will never regret my childhood,
  And I'll punch you in the face!
  
  So the adventures will be endless,
  After all, life is just a child's play...
  We'll eat cakes and cookies,
  And the blaster with hyperplasm is rushing the needle!
  
  I'm going to wander around the worlds now,
  To instill goodness and truth...
  After all, boys always knew how to fight,
  Get only A+'s!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  - What a delicacy! The Japanese are making something more than just jam!
  Tommy also laughed and replied:
  - I want to do some magic too! It will be great!
  Pippi nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, that's possible! I'll teach you how to do cool transformations!
  Oleg confirmed with a sweet look:
  - We can do it! And in general, the more good wizards, the better!
  Margarita confirmed:
  "I remember when we were defending Ryazan. Batu Khan's hordes were really pushing hard. But Pippi Longstocking and a crew of sailor boys led by her father came to our aid!"
  Annika squeaked:
  - Boy sailors? But wasn't her father's crew an adult one?
  The girl giggled and replied:
  "When they moved, they became children-a time paradox. And my father became a boy, too!"
  And so Pippi Longstocking giggled, and another ship transformed into a fairytale cake. The Japanese navy is having a tough time. Although, with such magic, it doesn't take much intelligence to transform. It's much more interesting when the battle is evenly matched.
  It's like in computer games, where you usually have equal opportunities with artificial intelligence. But it depends on the game. In some games, opportunities are equal, while in others, the computer may have more resources. And in some, you have more resources. So, you could say these are dynamic impulses.
  It's as if some dwarf, in an attempt to even the odds, created an amazing tank for the Germans, managing to squeeze the armor and armament of the King Tiger into a weight of thirty-five tons and a height of one and a half meters. The result is a vehicle that's better protected than the Tiger II due to its steeper armor slope, fast and maneuverable, stealthy, and difficult to hit, and even cheaper and easier to produce. Plus, thanks to its light weight, it's virtually indestructible and doesn't get stuck in mud.
  The car that appeared was, one might say, imba. And indeed, the Second World War dragged on.
  But what's the point? Even more people died! The Great Patriotic War lasted less than four years. Not the longest in history. For example, Ivan the Terrible fought for Livonia for twenty-five years. And ultimately lost. But it was the bloodiest in terms of human casualties.
  Peppi and Oleg each turned two more cruisers into mouth-watering dishes. And it was fantastic.
  And Margarita made the last battleship into a big mountain of chocolates and donuts floating on a tray.
  But the children's team's magic began to wear off and they broke the distance and flew off to recharge.
  That's how they flew...
  Oleg replied:
  - Our adventures don"t look serious on the outside, but in reality we"re doing something big!
  Margarita remarked with a sweet look:
  Tsarist Russia's defeat by Japan wasn't all negative. For example, the State Duma was created, a manifesto on freedom was issued, many religious concessions were permitted, and the press gained greater freedom of expression!
  Pippi confirmed:
  "It's not all that clear-cut. But I must say that reforms can be implemented from the top down. Everything doesn't have to be done through revolution and upheaval."
  The flying carpet disappeared behind a cloud. Oleg, Pippi, and Margarita immersed themselves in meditation.
  To entertain themselves, Annika and Tommy got themselves a tablet and put on some movie for them.
  There on the screen, they saw a wolf chasing a hare. And the wolf was constantly getting into trouble. Bricks fell on his head, a bus hit him, or he was doused with ketchup. It was truly a sight to behold. And when the wolf foolishly ended up in a washing machine. First, he was spun, then put through the wringer, leaving him completely flat, Annika remarked:
  - What? A funny cartoon!
  Tommy noted:
  - It seems like the wolf is the main villain, but I feel so sorry for him! He always gets into trouble!
  The girl replied with a sigh:
  - Good doesn't always triumph in life, and evil isn't always defeated! And good and evil are relative concepts!
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, that's right! For example, according to the Bible, God is good and Satan is evil. But God has killed so many millions that it's impossible to count, and Satan has only killed ten people.
  And the children noted with a sigh:
  Traps, murders, ambushes,
  Every step, every step...
  What a paradox, by God!
  I can't trust you!
  And the young ladies began to whistle with their noses.
  Oleg recalled a special mission. Something about it hadn't worked out in the USSR. In any case, Hitler, who was known for his keen intuition, ordered the regrouping of German troops and the strengthening of the flanks around Stalingrad. As a result, the Soviet offensive, which had begun on November 19, 1942, was halted. The Nazis had largely repelled Soviet forces in both the center and the south. Stalingrad was difficult to hold, but Soviet troops still held a small part of the city, albeit at a high cost.
  It was almost impossible to supply the city during the ice-covered conditions.
  Soviet troops also advanced in the north, but the Nazis held their positions there, too. In February and March, attacks were repelled again in the center and south. The Nazis managed to avoid a collapse of the front during the winter. And in the spring, having replenished their forces through total mobilization and a series of measures to increase weapons production, they planned to advance again.
  The fighting in Africa dragged on. Rommel managed to launch a more successful counterattack against the Americans than in real history, capturing over fifty thousand prisoners. This was because he had more forces, while Hitler, sitting on the defensive, expended fewer reserves and was able to strengthen the African group. The Americans, having been hit, acted cowardly under these circumstances and fled Morocco, and Rommel attacked the British with all his might. They, too, fled, retreating all the way to El Amman. But this time, Rommel didn't let them go.
  As a result, the Nazis captured Egypt. Under these circumstances, Churchill and Roosevelt agreed to a freeze in hostilities and a truce. Negotiations then began. The Germans were able to deploy their entire air force to the east.
  And so, in June, a major German offensive began along the Volga. The newest tanks took part in the battles: the Tiger, Panther, Lion, and the Ferdinand self-propelled gun.
  And they pressed on at high speed. And then super ace Johann Marseille arrived on the Eastern Front. He already had over five hundred aircraft shot down to his credit. And a host of awards, including the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds, the War Merit Cross with Diamonds, and the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds. He was also the first German soldier to receive all degrees of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross. And also the Luftwaffe Cup with Diamonds.
  And now he's on the Eastern Front. And Soviet pilots immediately felt his iron hand. It was truly an aggressive and annihilating impact.
  Then Oleg, Margarita, and Pippi intervened in the battle. Otherwise, the USSR would not have survived.
  The boy and two girls stamped their bare feet and sang:
  We will show the highest class,
  Masters of the Universe...
  Our company "Adidas"
  It will cut off power to everyone instantly!
  And so, German tanks, under the influence of combat magic, began turning into cakes. Otherwise, you can't stand up to the "Lion" tank. It will crush and tear through everything. That's how powerful it is. And they turned him into a cake, or rather, several "Lion" tanks turned into cakes, with roses and cream-what a treat.
  And the planes, especially the attack aircraft, were turned into cakes, cheesecakes, and cotton candy. And it was incredibly cool and awesome.
  And such a deadly and at the same time appetizing effect of child geniuses and wizards.
  And of course, the conversion of tanks saves the Red Army. The "Lion" is especially dangerous. It weighs ninety tons with a thousand-horsepower engine. The frontal hull armor is 150 mm thick, sloped at fifty degrees. The sides are 100 mm thick, also sloped. And the turret's frontal armor is a whopping 240 mm thick, with slopes on the mantlet. Now that's real power. And Soviet shells bounce off such a tank like peas off metal.
  And the child wizards will turn it into a delicious cake with a very fluffy and brightly colored frosting. And the Nazis won't be happy about that. And the Focke-Wulf will suddenly turn into a huge ice cream cone, covered in chocolate and on a stick. That's also incredibly cool.
  This is truly awesome. And the kids are literally roaring with delight. And a whole battalion of pioneers is running: boys and girls, their bare, slightly dusty heels sparkling. This is truly, truly awesome. And truly, truly cool.
  It cannot be told in a fairy tale, nor described with a pen.
  And the transformations continue. Now the infantrymen have turned into barrels of honey, covered in chocolate. And then a multitude of marmalades, sprinkled with powdered sugar, appeared. And it all turned out incredibly well.
  And then infantry fighting vehicles became chocolate waffles and delicious cupcakes. Which is also incredibly cool.
  Oleg, Peppi and Margarita burst out laughing, sticking out their tongues:
  - What a passage!
  And they waved their wands even more vigorously, sending magical blasts from the rings on the children's bare toes. This was incredibly cool. And if you give it a try, it could tear it apart.
  Oleg sang, turning into various confectionery products:
  I ask that no one be surprised
  if magic happens!
  If it happens, if it happens, magic will happen!
  Margarita noted:
  - Yes, it will be!
  On this section of the front, all of Hitler's divisions were transformed into something appetizing. And after that, the child wizards flew off to perform their magical transformations. And they were truly successful at it.
  These are truly awesome guys. And there's no one cooler than them.
  And so they fly along the front lines and transform. They do it in a very freewheeling way! And such miracles happen.
  Pippi Longstocking jokingly sang:
  Chocolates and candies,
  We'll feed the Fritzes, kids!
  There will be delicious food,
  And the dream will come true!
  And so they flew and transformed the fascists. But the magical energy ran out and it was time to recharge.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis launched the Tiger-2 and Panther-2 tanks into production, which were very serious and more advanced than previous tanks.
  Soviet troops attempted to advance in the center, but their advance was again halted. And the Nazis, so to speak, held their ground in the south as well.
  The fighting dragged on. And now the King Tigers and Panthers are on the move again. And in the sky is the ME-309 - a very formidable fighter with three 30-millimeter cannons and four machine guns. And it's tearing apart the Soviet troops.
  And Johann Marseille received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords, and diamonds for seven hundred and fifty downed aircraft. He's been destroying Soviet aircraft like crazy! And he's become a dangerous individual.
  I got so into it that I couldn't stop. And I couldn't change legs.
  And then the Germans got two female pilots - Albina and Alvina. And they started thrashing Soviet planes. What's more, both girls are very beautiful, muscular blondes, and they fight in bikinis and barefoot.
  And so the Nazis were advancing again, breaking through the Soviet defenses along the Volga River. But the child wizards had completed their magical recharge and returned once again. Johann Masel was transformed into a large, chocolate-covered lollipop, and his ME-309 plane into an artfully prepared sturgeon on a gilded, lightweight tray. And it descended smoothly.
  And the female pilots became beautiful figurines made of chocolate bars filled with honey and condensed milk. And their fighters became raisin buns covered in cinnamon and icing.
  And they too landed smoothly on the grass. And numerous children ran to try the treats. How their bare soles, gray from the grass and dust, flashed. It was beautiful and wonderful.
  Oleg sang with delight:
  All people on the big planet,
  We should always be friends...
  Children should always laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world!
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world!
  And so Pippi Longstocking turned a mass of German infantry into greasy cutlets, slathered in tomato sauce. Now that was truly delicious.
  And the girl squeaked:
  - Long live the battle jitters!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Glory to our spiritual impulses!
  And the children continued their transformations. There, crawling across the field, was a huge "Rat" tank. It weighed three thousand tons, and that was powerful-a whole battery of large-caliber cannons.
  Oleg noted:
  - Come on, let's all three of us hit him with magic!
  And the children-wizards took and unanimously released their magical energy from their magic wands and from their bare toes.
  And the supertank "Rat" suddenly turned into a whole mountain of colorful, generously painted cakes. Now that was awesome and cool.
  And many Soviet soldiers turned into children-men became boys of ten or nine, slapping their bare feet through the grass. It was a side effect of the magic-a return to childhood. And how wonderful and cool it looked. And handsome, sweet boys, in contrast to unshaven, smelly, grown men.
  Oleg remarked with a chuckle:
  - It's great when childhood comes back!
  Pippi Longstocking nodded:
  - You were adults, and now you're children forever! And I was never an adult! And that's great and cool!
  The boy laughed and replied:
  - We remain children forever! Only the years change!
  And so the German army was transformed into all sorts of chocolate bars. But it was especially beautiful when the homemade ones were wrapped in golden ice cream glasses. It was an indescribable and delightful experience.
  Margarita chirped:
  - That would be awesome! And maybe we'll turn Berlin into Hitler!
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - We need to accumulate more magic! Come on, kids, let's get together.
  While the young wizards were gathering strength, the Nazis acquired ME-262 jet fighters, which were still mediocre, but far more dangerous were the Arado jet bombers. These truly offered high speed and accurate bombing.
  The Nazis also have self-propelled guns-the E-10 and E-25-which are incredibly tough. They're small, have low profiles, and are very agile. They also have well-sloped armor, which allows shells to ricochet, and, most importantly, are easy to manufacture. Yes, the Nazis have some dangerous new weapons.
  But the brave children reappeared. And they started turning Hitler's technology into something delicious. Specifically, into marmalade cakes, biscuits, and ice cream. And these amazing cakes and large chocolate bars started turning into jet planes. And it was simply hyperquasaric.
  These were the wonderful and incredible transformations that took place. It was like a fairy tale.
  And the child wizards rejoiced. They worked with magic wands and used rings on the toes of their bare, little feet. And they did such a great job.
  And so they pounded the entire front line, which had an extremely powerful effect. Which was extremely effective. And of course, why not turn Hitler into something? A Napoleon cake made with the Führer would have made a pretty good one, for example. And you could wash it down with champagne. What I must say-it was extremely effective. And the Führer will surely pay the price.
  Pippi Longstocking giggled and remarked:
  - If Hitler is eaten, there will be a glorious result!
  Margarita noted:
  "This fruit, or rather cake, can cause downright indigestion. What would be the coolest thing in the world?"
  Oleg answered with a chuckle:
  "The coolest thing in the world is technomagic. It's cooler than just technology and just magic! It's something ultra-pulsar!"
  And the children released their magical rays again! And again, wondrous transformations, and it will be very beautiful and wonderful.
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - Let's recharge a little more and then we'll take and correct Hitler - we'll make a cutlet out of him!
  Margarita squeaked:
  - Or maybe a cake would be better?
  Oleg noted:
  - What if Hitler were turned into a boy and sent to a juvenile labor colony?
  Pippi objected:
  - So that it grows up to be a threat to us? No, let it be either a cutlet or a big candy!
  And the children set off for redeployment. And to recharge their combat units, magicians, and wands.
  While they were loading, the Germans also acquired the Panther-3 and Tiger-3 tanks. These vehicles are very powerfully armed and brutal.
  But what should we do with them? They need to be mass-produced, but there's no time.
  So the child wizards decided not to waste time on trifles any longer. So they flew to Berlin.
  It was a good move. And here's a children's team in the capital of the Third Reich. And suddenly, from behind all the guns, they hit with their cosmic, magical power.
  And so the Third Reich's security division, made up of select soldiers, was transformed into a veritable scattering of large candies, various kinds of marmalade, and candy bars. And all so delicious and mouth-watering. And the tanks parked at the entrance to the Reich Chancellery, especially the enormous "Mouses," were transformed into cakes, decorated with fish, flowers, and butterflies of various colors made of cream.
  And of course, the child wizards couldn't forget about Hitler. So they took him and turned him into... a chocolate bunny, with a magnificent liqueur inside. Such a delicious work of art. And his entourage and the entire German government were transformed into all sorts of delicious treats.
  But that wasn't the end of it. The rest of Berlin's population suddenly transformed into children no older than ten. And with tiny, bare, pink heels flashing, they ran to storm the Reich Chancellery.
  And the war criminals and SS soldiers were transformed into scoops of delicious ice cream covered in chocolate and pink frosting. And the young creatures devoured it all to perfection. And licked their lips.
  Oleg noted with a sweet look:
  - This is how we should deal with Nazi Germany!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  "This is truly the most effective and real impact. When you solve problems not with brute force, but with gentle and beneficial magic!"
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  "Apparently Adolf Hitler and the other scoundrels in his entourage never imagined they would end up being digested in children's stomachs. It must be said that this is simply a most sophisticated form of execution!"
  Oleg smiled and replied:
  - As they say - die beautifully!
  And the children soared higher. Without Hitler and the top brass of the Third Reich, the remaining fascist forces quickly capitulated. And so ended the Great Patriotic War. But of course, the question arose: shouldn't Stalin be turned into a treat as well? He was also a bloody dictator and executioner, after all. But that's another story and mission. Although, of course, anything is possible. And there are no limits to magic.
  Pippi Longstocking sang:
  It is evil to be proud of one"s power,
  And it seems the whole world has come to terms with him...
  But we will be able to give back to our enemies,
  If a fighter doesn't carry it, it will be a shame and a disgrace!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  Of course, the main thing was to finish off the Japanese fleet, which was already weakened. True, that was a matter of technique, and not particularly complex. But what to do next? Make peace with Japan, or try to take it completely under control. After all, it's clear that the Land of the Rising Sun is a constant threat to Russia.
  Moreover, it is most likely that the First World War cannot be avoided, and in this case the Japanese could strike the Far East.
  Well, the decision here must first and foremost be made by the Tsar himself. And the wizard children should clear the sea completely for now. Then Japan will no longer be able to fight in Russia's sphere of influence.
  But this, of course, isn't enough. Because in a few years, with the help of Britain and the United States, the Japanese will rebuild their navy. And if there's another war with Germany and Austria-Hungary, a treacherous stab in the back, aimed at avenging the previous defeat, can't be ruled out.
  The children, having charged up, went hunting for the remains of the Japanese fleet.
  And so, several destroyers fell under the magical spell. And they were transformed into magnificent delicacies. There were trays of exquisite delicacies, and cakes, and mountains of chocolates and pastries. That's how amazing the transformations were. You could say it was superb!
  And so the child wizards took over the cruisers. And they did it brilliantly and wonderfully.
  Oleg noted:
  - As Lenin said: first tea, then feed well and certainly shoot!
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  - And we have much more humane methods - to make something healthy and tasty!
  Pippi Longstocking squeaked:
  - This is truly a dollar cabbage meal!
  And the transformations began again. And all sorts of things appeared. And everything was so fresh, delicious, mouth-watering, and sweet. And these fragrant delicacies into which the ships of the Empire of the Rising Sun were transformed.
  Oleg noted:
  - This is food! You agree with me!
  The children shouted in chorus:
  - Yes!
  Annika remarked with a sweet look:
  - Boys and girls might get tummy aches! So overeating is bad for you!
  Tommy added with a smile:
  - And you should wash your hands before eating!
  Pippi Longstocking laughed and replied:
  - Of course you should wash your hands! But it wouldn't hurt to wash your children's feet before bed, too!
  The young warriors began transforming the ships individually, and the remnants of the Japanese fleet scattered. Everyone scattered in different directions.
  Oleg noted with a sweet look:
  - I ask that no one be surprised,
  If magic happens!
  Pippi Longstocking countered, turning another destroyer into something appetizing:
  What a head,
  Watch and repeat...
  This is oh, oh, oh,
  This is oh, oh, oh!
  And the girl took it and released a large, shimmering bubble from her round, bare heel. And it swallowed the cruiser whole.
  Oleg remarked with a smile:
  We once had a mission where Chamberlain didn't resign and managed to sign a peace treaty with Hitler. As a result, the Nazis who attacked the USSR were much stronger, especially in aviation. And that's where our phenomenal space forces came in handy!
  Margarita nodded:
  "Of course! But the higher powers only allowed us to intervene when the Nazis began storming Moscow, and the paratroopers could already see the Kremlin through their binoculars. If it had happened earlier, there wouldn't have been so many casualties!"
  Pippi Longstocking giggled and remarked:
  - Military art requires the most sacrifices!
  Oleg nodded with a smile:
  -You couldn't have said it better!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - But you can say that, right, young genius?
  The boy terminator nodded:
  - Yes, I can do it! And what will happen as a result of this?
  Pippi Longstocking sang with a smile:
  - I will love you passionately! Let them say it's dangerous!
  Annika and Tommy squealed, baring their teeth:
  - We beg you! Show off your wit, our dear boy!
  Oleg Rybachenko began to utter catchphrases:
  A bare woman's heel will put on the most worn-out boot, guts and all!
  If you fail to take off your shoes in time, you will become a tramp!
  If you're a blockhead, you'll only be able to hit yourself hard!
  It's good to have a club, but it's bad to be a club!
  Iron fists may help you survive, but a wooden head will lead to death!
  When the ruler does not have a king in his head, anarchy reigns in the country, and they sell in vain!
  A crown is not for the head that a hat is for!
  Even a crown sits shaky on an oak head!
  No matter how strong oak is, it is the least durable material for a head!
  He who hits his head with a club, gets hit on the head with a club!
  The politician holds a wallet and a club in his hands, only his money is wooden and his club is paper!
  A bright head is the last thing that applies to gray hair!
  You may not be a blonde, but it's beautiful to have a bright soul. Girls can beat up mean people so that others can live happily!
  You can't build a strong defense from oak trees on stumps alone!
  If a politician is not a woodpecker, he will take shavings, not only from the stump voter!
  Although the politician is not an eagle, he considers voters to be crows and woodpeckers!
  If you allow politicians to take shavings from you, then you are definitely a woodpecker!
  A politician is a fox with his voters, but a hamster with himself!
  A smart politician is like a fox in a henhouse, but a stupid one is like a bull in a china shop!
  Order is established silently, but a politician creates chaos with talk!
  The politician talks a lot, especially when he wants to shut people's mouths!
  Arguing with a politician is like treading water in a mortar; you'll only end up tearing your tongue and lying for profit!
  A politician is a cross between a fox and a wolf, but he plays a lot of pigs!
  The more a politician is a fox, the more he acts like a pig!
  Politics is a complete menagerie: wolves, hares, chickens, roosters and woodpeckers, but the fox is always elected king!
  A dictator who pretends to be a lion is a real pig!
  A politician can only pass for a lion if the voter is a complete donkey!
  The politician puts on sheep's clothing, but the only thing he has in common with the wolf is his bloodthirstiness, and he is a complete ram in terms of intelligence!
  It is better to have a wolf in sheep's clothing as a ruler than a ram in the guise of a lion!
  A politician, like a sheep, bleats about peace, but his wolfish fangs rattle with war!
  A politician, in order to get the voters' votes, pours out his voice like a nightingale, but treats them like woodpeckers!
  If a politician's speech seems like a nightingale's trill to you, don't be a crow in this case!
  If a politician sings like a nightingale, it means he considers you suitable game!
  Voter hunting differs from forest hunting in that the hunter makes as much noise as possible!
  A politician, unlike a pickpocket, makes a lot of noise when stealing, and when robbing, he uses flattery!
  A politician is also a god in a certain sense, but it"s better not to believe in him!
  The politician loves to promise voters the Moon, but he forgets to add that there is no life there except sand!
  Woe does not come from intelligence, but from a lack of practical savvy!
  All the world's troubles are not caused by money, but by its lack in the required quantity!
  Language is given to a politician to hide his thoughts, but no amount of eloquence can hide his gray wretchedness!
  If iron goes into chains, there will be none left for swords; if silver spills into speeches, there will be nothing left to pay wages with!
  Does a politician have the gift of keeping promises? He does, but not with a gift!
  An elephant creates a big pile of shit, and a fox politician creates an even bigger mountain of verbal diarrhea!
  The politician pours out abundantly the sweet honey of speeches, drowning voters in verbal diarrhea!
  A politician's sweet speech is like a honey stream, only you swim along it into the trash!
  A politician can fulfill his promise only to make the voter believe in the impossible!
  There are many politicians in the elections, but there is no one to choose, some are stumps, some are logs, some are foxes, some are pigs, some are bears - out of frustration there is only one thing left to do - cry!
  A politician who often yells should have his ears boxed!
  A politician, unlike a nightingale, never sings for nothing and has the gift of a fox!
  A politician wants to become an eagle, but the voter never has the rights of a bird!
  Why do you have the rights of a bird? Because you are a woodpecker in mind!
  The politician has many different songs, but they all have the same tune: choose me!
  The voter is like a gingerbread man, he runs away from the hare, the wolf, the bear, but the beautiful political fox still devours him!
  A politician will use sweet words to appeal to the intelligence of a fly, the trill of a nightingale, the wit of a woodpecker, but his swine nature is visible to the eye of a hawk!
  A woman is also a good politician, and at least gives a chance that she will fulfill her promise of fidelity and give pleasure!
  A soldier must have the strength of an oak, but not a oak head!
  In every oak tree there is a hollow, in every oak head there is a hole from which the brains flow out!
  If you are as smart as an oak, you will bend like an aspen!
  If you don't have the cunning of a fox, you'll be skinned alive!
  If you're as dumb as an oak, they'll fleece you!
  A young soldier is better than a decrepit general!
  For each new suit the politician fleeces the voters!
  If you are as smart as an oak tree, the hares will strip you like a linden tree!
  A cunning fox will skin even a lion three times if he is a ram!
  If you don"t want to become a fox, you"ll whine like a hungry dog!
  A politician is a fox, he guts the voters-chickens in daylight!
  If you become as dumb as a stump, you will be fleeced, not only by cunning foxes, but also by cowardly hares!
  Even an eagle can be made to look like a wet chicken by a cunning fox!
  A man, dreaming of the role of a lion, often becomes a donkey plowed by a fox!
  A man has the ambitions of a lion, the stubbornness of a donkey, the clumsiness of a bear, the grace of an elephant, but a fox is always able to lasso him!
  Red fox, bloody-colored politician!
  A woman wins over strong men by playing on their weaknesses, a politician convinces weak voters by clearly outplaying them!
  A woman is the most cunning politician, she doesn"t need to study to be a fox, but she needs to know how to put on shoes while remaining barefoot!
  A woman also loves youth, but the green of a dollar is dearer to her than the green age of a patron!
  The greenery of a girl's youth attracts the green bills of men fattened on dollars!
  Don't chase the green dollar, trouble has green eyes and a crispy shell!
  Believing in God, do not sink to the level of an animal: man is not a submissive sheep, and not a stinking goat!
  Making money on people's faith is like pouring manure on gold; mistrust will grow!
  Believing in Sunday, don"t let it get to seven Fridays in a week!
  Belief in the eternal flames of hell boils the milk of superstition, from which the froth is skimmed off by the scoundrels of religion!
  Only stumps and oaks, allowing themselves to be stripped bare, believe in the hellish fire of eternal flame!
  What glitters in the flames of eternal hellfire? The glitter of gold coins in the pockets of religious scoundrels!
  Swindlers use God to line their pockets, and it is not only the empty-headed who are deceived!
  Religious scoundrels skin sheep and break goats' horns; they only care about profit, and faith is for hack work!
  An honest priest is like a vegetarian wolf, only faith is always honest, and its use is selfish!
  Any religion is a fairy tale, but the profits from this fantasy are truly fabulous in proportions!
  Those who allow themselves to be told noodles will be forever hungry!
  You won't get enough of the bullshit!
  Noodles on the ears are a dish of the latest freshness that causes nausea!
  Whether this is God is unknown to anyone, but they constantly crucify man as if he were an image of Christ!
  Man strives to master God's power, but so far he only receives a crucifixion that is not Godly!
  With his heart, a person strives for goodness, with his mind for profit, and with his stomach for gluttony, and in the end, his legs stumbling, he is dragged into a pit!
  If a person has the intelligence of a gorilla, he will work like a horse and eat like a dog!
  A man allows himself to be yoked, but in order to plow, he must be hit with the whip of coercion!
  The politician has a big pocket, but he is just a small pickpocket!
  A politician who promises voters the moon, upon coming to power, leaves behind a lunar landscape and a whine of hunger at the sun!
  The devil in every politician urges him to take the place of the Almighty God, but the politician has very little talent!
  Man strives to become omnipotent, but his moral progress does not make him better!
  In war, as in a good theater, the next act is unpredictable, tears will definitely be shed!
  War is like a movie: the action is captivating, it's never boring, but alas, it's quite real and it kills!
  If you are not easy-going, you will rest easy in war!
  The executioner loves an axe as a weapon, but in battle he has an axe-like skill!
  You can make soup with an axe, but what is written with a heroic pen cannot be cut out with an executioner's axe!
  There are unlimited possibilities for those who don"t set limits for themselves!
  Even the strongest person cannot handle overwhelming ambitions!
  Man is far from God, because he is not far from the macaque in his imitation of nature!
  A politician is a god in his ambitions, a face in his methods, and an outright pig in his enjoyment of the results!
  He who is not a wolf in life is skinned three times, he who is not a fox in mind is gutted like a chicken!
  The wolf is always hungry, man is always dissatisfied, and a politician cannot speak a word of truth!
  The fox has valuable fur, but the fox's assurances to politicians are worth nothing!
  There is more milk from a goat than sense in a politician who is a ram in mind!
  At elections, politicians are like those between the plague and cholera, although politicians are much more contagious in their schizophrenia!
  The politician has a wolf's nose for profit, but he himself is a pig ready to be gutted!
  A politician is a ram that strives for the lion's throne, but having reached the top, turns into a fox, gutting the voters-chickens!
  They don't trust politicians, but they vote, they don't understand music, but they listen to it willingly, they don't eat noodles, but they listen to it willingly!
  Gold is only beautiful in appearance, but in reality, humanity has always suffered from this metal and become arrogant!
  By exposing her breasts, it is easier for a woman to rip off three skins from a man!
  The bare feet of girls put men in galoshes!
  If a man's mind is a boot, then he will always end up in a galosh!
  A woman's foot, exposed at the right time, will put you in the galosh of any boot!
  A man who often looks at bare female legs is in trouble!
  A bare woman's foot fits well under the heel and fits perfectly into the galosh!
  A man is ready to turn himself inside out just to rip a girl's shoes off!
  You can turn any boot inside out with a bare woman's heel!
  A woman's bare foot will turn any man inside out, even if he is the last boot!
  If you want to turn a man inside out, take off your shoes; if you want to put him in a galosh, expose your heel!
  Why is childhood barefoot? Because a woman's bare foot makes men lose their heads, as if they were boys!
  The desire to see a woman naked makes a man turn inside out!
  To undress a woman, you first need to put her shoes on properly!
  Having undressed at the right time, a businesswoman will skin a man alive!
  A woman who undresses in time will not become a tramp and will completely cheat a man!
  A barefoot woman will put a boot on a man, put him in a galosh, turn him inside out and make him the last tramp!
  A man is similar to a gibbon, only, unfortunately, more often in intellect than in potency!
  The man has the stubbornness of a donkey, the ambitions of a lion, but in reality he is a goat!
  A man is like a cesspool for a cow for a woman, you can't do without him, but it's disgusting to approach him!
  What do a man and a toilet in a women's restroom have in common? Women only bleat at men!
  A woman is a cunning fox who is capable of devouring any lion like a rabbit!
  A woman needs a man as a whipping boy; if he doesn"t beat a man, there will be no life!
  A woman needs men like a pig needs horns, but a fur coat given by men is precious!
  Not all that glitters is gold, not all that dazzles is treasure!
  But a pig in a poke is still better than a fox in a sheepskin coat!
  Even the strongest lion can be kept on a leash by a cunning fox!
  Even if you have the strength of a cat, you can defeat a lion with the cunning of a fox!
  To avoid being a woodpecker, don't count crows!
  It's easier to make a crow sing like a nightingale than for a politician to fulfill his election promises!
  Arguing with a politician is like counting crows and being the last woodpecker!
  The fox does not have the largest fangs among animals, but it kills the most people!
  An uninvited guest is worse than a pig in a poke!
  If you're a log of brains, you'll work like a log, and you won't find the golden key!
  If you don"t want to study like Pinocchio, you"ll remain a log for the rest of your life!
  If you are as resourceful as Pinocchio, then your intelligence is not a piece of cake!
  The mind of the one who, like Pinocchio, runs to the theatre instead of going to school, is like a log!
  By burying gold in the ground, you become a subject of the land of fools!
  If you bury golden talents, you will perish for a copper penny!
  Mountains of gold and silver speeches are not worth a broken penny!
  If a politician goes crazy, the voter goes down the drain!
  A skilled craftsman can make a Pinocchio out of a log, but someone with a bright mind will wander into a swamp even with a golden key!
  For a people to mature into democracy, they need the sun of freedom, but in the darkness of despotism they will forever remain politically green!
  Pippi cried out in rage:
  - Enough, you've gone too far! My head is already splitting!
  Margarita noted:
  - But he has some good aphorisms, right?
  Annika exclaimed:
  - Wonderful aphorisms!
  Tommy confirmed vigorously:
  - Yes, this is great!
  And the children clapped their hands. It really was all incredibly beautiful. And now the last Japanese ships had become either cakes, or a mountain of pastries, or a mound of candies and chocolates in brightly wrapped packaging. There were also lollipops, gummy bears, and even ice cream with raisins, pineapple, and candied fruit. It turned out beautifully-there's nothing to say.
  Oleg remarked with a sweet smile:
  - Look how great we are at turning our enemies into something useful!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Crazy turn!
  Pippi Longstocking confirmed:
  - To hell!
  Annika and Tommy squeaked:
  - Now get going!
  And they laughed in their childish voices. It went off quite smoothly.
  Oleg stated here:
  - We need to recharge our magical energy again!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Exactly! This will be our cosmic, extraordinary power!
  Pippi Longstocking squeaked:
  - Let us act and commit evil!
  Annika was surprised by this:
  - To commit villainy? And I thought you were kind!
  Oleg chuckled and noted:
  - Our friend Pippi made such a joke!
  Tommy replied with a serious tone:
  For such jokes,
  There are gaps in teeth!
  Margarita muttered:
  - Don't tease her, she can knock your teeth out herself!
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - That's exactly it! I must say I'm a really cool girl!
  Annika asked seriously:
  - Can we meet Carlson?
  Oleg answered with a cheerful look:
  -Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure!
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - I know Karlsson! He's not a bad guy, but he eats too much! But I'm sure he has a kind soul!
  Margarita noted:
  - And now we will plunge into magical meditation and accumulate strength!
  CHAPTER No 12.
  Oleg Rybachenko recalled another of his missions. Stalin had decided to attack the Allied forces as early as May 30, 1945. There was a certain rationale for this. Indeed, it was already known that the United States had a nuclear bomb. But mass production would take time. So, while nuclear warheads weren't yet in mass production, why not start? Japan hadn't yet been defeated, and the USSR would have a new ally.
  And the people haven't cooled down yet, though they're tired. Imagine a warmed-up weightlifter standing motionless for a while, cooling down. And when he cools down and approaches the weights, he risks tearing his tendons. So a long pause and demobilization will weaken the people and the army.
  And now everyone's all gathered and warmed up. The soldiers have had time to rest, but haven't yet lost their skills and form.
  And so they decided, using the element of surprise, to attack both the Americans and the British.
  The approximate balance of forces was this: the Allies had approximately six million soldiers on the front lines in Europe. Stalin had six and a half million. Plus reserves and rear units on both sides.
  The tank numbers are roughly equal, with the allies perhaps even slightly higher. In terms of quality, the Sherman is the most common, close to the T-34-85. The slightly smaller caliber of the American tank is compensated for by the superior quality of its shell and ballistics.
  The Sherman also has better visibility and optics, plus a hydrostabilizer that improves firing efficiency while moving. The T-34 has a longer cruising range thanks to its diesel engine. But the American tank's engine is virtually silent, allowing it to sneak up unnoticed.
  The armor is comparable in thickness, but the American tank is of superior quality. The Sherman also has a decent anti-aircraft machine gun, which can be used against attack aircraft. And the Americans can produce a great many of these tanks. They even have more than Soviet tanks, not counting the capabilities of the American military-industrial complex. The US also has the Pershing, a tank formally classified as a medium tank, but in fact, weighing over forty tons, it can be classified as a heavy tank. Its 90-mm gun is superior to the Soviet T-34 but inferior to the IS-2. However, the American gun has a higher rate of fire and is more accurate. The frontal armor of the turret is comparable to that of the IS-2, but the hull, especially the upper part, is better protected. The sides of both the turret and the hull are thicker.
  Furthermore, the Pershin entered service with the US Army only recently, and is currently inferior in numbers to the IS-2. However, given the capabilities of American industry, it may well surpass it.
  The US also has the Super Pershing, but very few of them are in service and have only just begun to enter service. This tank surpasses the IS-2 in the armor-piercing capabilities of its 90mm gun and 73EL barrel length, as well as in the thickness of its frontal turret armor. However, due to its increased weight, the American tank's driving performance is even worse than that of the IS-2. The regular Pershing, meanwhile, outperforms the heavy Soviet tank, but is inferior to the T-34-85.
  Overall, the tanks are relatively evenly matched. The Allies may have a slight advantage in the number and quality of their medium tanks. The British behemoth Churchill, in particular, outclasses the Soviet tank in armor. And not just the T-34-85, but even the IS-2. True, its gun is roughly comparable to that of the T-34. Some Shermans are armed with a seventeen-foot gun, and outgun the T-34.
  Britain has a good tank, the Challenger, but it's not widely produced, just like the Tortilla. The latter isn't even a tank, but a self-propelled gun, and weighs eighty tons. But it has excellent armor-230mm thick at the front and 170mm thick at the sides and rear. And it has a long-barreled 94mm gun. No one can stand up to such a vehicle; in a head-on battle, it's probably only inferior to the German Jagdtiger self-propelled gun. The latter has a 128mm gun, a 57EL barrel, and a 250mm frontal turret.
  By the way, the German vehicle is slightly lighter at seventy-five tons, but is inferior in side armor by only 82 mm.
  Besides tanks, the US also has many self-propelled guns of various types. For example, the "Witch" is small, lightly armored, especially on the sides, but very mobile and fast-it's the most common model, but there are heavier ones, too. This includes the formidable "Big Tom" and the T-93 with a 240-mm howitzer. In other words, the US has an even greater advantage in terms of self-propelled guns. Although the USSR has some, too. And the newest SU-100 is a good tank destroyer, but not yet in widespread use; the SU-152 is quite powerful, and there are some smaller vehicles.
  Overall, infantry is roughly equal, and the Allies have a slight advantage in self-propelled guns and tanks. But in automobiles and motorcycles, the US, Britain, and their allies have a much greater advantage. It's probably even several times greater. Especially since the majority of Soviet automobiles and motorcycles were supplied under Lend-Lease.
  And, alas, the Allies are stronger in mobility. Well, if we take the navy, then the Allies have an overwhelming advantage, especially in aircraft carriers and battleships. The USSR doesn't have a single aircraft carrier or battleship yet. In submarines, the Soviet forces are also inferior, but not as dramatically. But in surface ships and transports, the West has an overwhelming advantage. So, a landing in the United States is unrealistic.
  The Allies also have superiority in aviation, especially in bombers. And even without nuclear weapons, they are capable of causing significant problems for the USSR. In fighters, the balance of power is better, but the West still has the upper hand in both numbers, armament, and aircraft speed.
  In aviation, both the US and Britain have the potential to dominate, especially since Japan is already almost defeated in the air.
  It is true that Soviet pilots have extensive combat experience, but their fatality rate is higher than that of their allies.
  In short, Stalin's decision to start a new war, without even ending the Second World War, must be considered very bold and even adventurous.
  But the bet was on tactical surprise, as well as the fact that Soviet troops had been more thoroughly trained, in more intense battles with the Nazis, than the Allies. So Stalin decided to take a risk.
  And like a gambler, he rolled the dice.
  And indeed, the tactical, and perhaps even strategic, surprise worked.
  And in the very first days of fighting, Soviet troops achieved major successes.
  And the people, of course, were annoyed - they had to fight again, but propaganda quickly charmed everyone.
  And so the offensive began, with the creation of pockets. However, having recovered from the initial shock, the Allies began to fight back, especially with aircraft. The B-29s were such monsters that it was difficult for Soviet fighters to catch them, let alone shoot them down. Plus, they had defensive armament-twelve machine guns-a "superfortress."
  And they began bombing Soviet military factories, as well as Leningrad and Moscow. And the Soviet troops' situation worsened. Moreover, the enemy was mobile and managed to withdraw most of its forces from encirclement. And it built defenses on new lines.
  And in the USA and Britain, new soldiers are being recruited from colonies and dominions, and dozens of new divisions are being formed.
  At sea, of course, the Allies have overwhelming superiority. And Japan is practically no longer an obstacle.
  That is, the advance of Soviet troops began to slow down and sometimes turned into counterattacks.
  The USSR acquired another tank, the IS-3, a vehicle with a well-protected turret, especially from the front, but heavier and with worse handling characteristics, primarily due to the heavier front section. Furthermore, due to its more complex shape, the IS-3 was more expensive, complex, and difficult to manufacture.
  So things became even more difficult for the Soviet troops. Although the enemy also suffered heavy losses, and many Allied soldiers were captured.
  Stalin wasn't particularly pleased. And at times, he was downright angry. The blitzkrieg had failed. And fighting a long war with the US and Britain, which relied on vast colonies and dominions, was costly. Plus, America had allies, particularly Brazil, the largest country in both population and territory. And other Latin American countries, too, except for pro-German Argentina. So there were significant forces being transferred to the front from other regions.
  The USSR's situation, therefore, is not the best. Japan quietly began negotiations with its allies. And now they have announced a freeze on the conflict. A temporary calm before the storm.
  Moreover, in the United States, Truman began to persuade Japan to open a second front against the USSR. He claimed that in this case, the Land of the Rising Sun would retain everything it currently held, which included considerable colonial territory.
  Which the samurai couldn't hold against the US and Britain. And Japan could also take control of the Far East. And that's great. Of course, for now, the Mikado and his retinue decided to stall for time. To see who would win. They didn't attack the USSR back then, and that was for better or worse. Some were for it, some were against it. And fighting the US wasn't the best idea, given how much potential the Americans had, especially economically.
  So, for now, the USSR still had some hope and chances. This was especially true because the Allies weren't particularly strong in the offensive against a strong and motivated enemy. And the Soviet troops were truly seasoned.
  The first month ended with the Rhine River. And then another month was relatively stable.
  So it was a bloody rut. The air force was worse off. But Moscow was well-covered by anti-aircraft guns, including 100mm ones. And the LA-7 could take on the B-29, especially since it now had a third cannon.
  Aircraft with more powerful armament were needed to combat the Flying Fortresses. The Yak-3, armed with three cannons, was developed. One of them was 37mm, and two were 20mm. The aircraft did become heavier. And the USSR also attempted to rapidly develop jet aircraft.
  But for now, these are still just projects. Summer is over. Autumn has arrived. The rains have poured.
  Both in the Soviet Union and the West, there was talk of whether it was time to begin peace negotiations. But Stalin, of course, wanted more. Although, given the new realities on the battlefield, it was possible to demand more. Austria, in particular, was entirely under Soviet control. Part of northern Italy, too. Germany up to the Rhine was entirely under the Red Army. And part of Belgium and Holland. So, there was already more than before. And peace could be considered.
  But Stalin was in no hurry, intending to seize more territory.
  Autumn was spent mostly in more viscous, positional battles. Soviet troops were conducting a creeping offensive. And for now, they were slowly making progress.
  That was until winter arrived. Soviet troops seemed to fight better in cold weather. But Allied resistance was growing stronger. There were many tanks in the fighting. And the number of Pershings had especially increased. And they were indeed causing considerable problems. And Soviet losses were mounting.
  Japan, of course, won't venture into Siberia in winter. For now, it's consolidating its forces and maintaining a passive stance. However, it has increased production of medium tanks. The Japanese tanks were roughly comparable to the T-34-85 in armor and armament, and in performance compared to the diesel engine.
  This was preparation for a future war with the USSR. At the same time, jet aircraft were also put into production under German license.
  The Japanese also tried to restore their battered and destroyed fleet.
  The winter was spent in battles and on the battlefield. And in the spring, the allies attempted a counteroffensive. And they acted with extreme energy.
  Especially aviation. Here, the USSR faced a dire situation: without supplies of duralumin from the US and British colonies, it was unable to produce the same quantity and quality of aircraft. And the USSR began to lose the battle in the air, falling far short in both the quantity and quality of its aircraft. For example, the newer, more heavily armed Yak-3 couldn't keep up without supplies of American duralumin. And the LA-7 also noticeably deteriorated. So, it wasn't a good thing.
  And in the air the allies are at altitude.
  And both Soviet troops and the USSR bomb without mercy. They don't even need nuclear weapons. The US already has several atomic bombs. And they could use them. The question is, how? Moscow is far from the front lines, but Leningrad could also fall victim. Moreover, the US has bases in Norway. And the plan is to drop a bomb on the second capital of the USSR on May 1, 1946.
  And here come the menacing B-29s. They plan to drop three bombs at once. Which will be very painful. And they'll have powerful fighter escort. The strikes are planned for military factories, but civilian neighborhoods will also be affected-they're close by, and nuclear weapons cover vast areas. This is the monstrous situation that has arisen.
  And the child wizards Oleg Rybachenko, Margarita Korshunova, and Pippi Longstocking came to the aid of the USSR and decided to prevent the nuclear bombing of Leningrad.
  Here are the young wizards flying on a magic carpet. And already a huge armada of planes is speeding toward Leningrad. There are more than three hundred and fifty of them at once. In addition to nuclear bombs, they plan to drop conventional bombs as well.
  Pippi Longstocking licked her lips. There were over three and a half hundred bombers. But there were over a thousand fighters. And there were Mustangs and menacing Airacobras, and RE-51s with eight powerful machine guns. Well, try to resist that.
  Well, we had to repel the fighter attacks and confuse the anti-aircraft guns. That was the combat situation here.
  Well, Oleg, Margarita, and Pippi pulled out their magic wands. And waved them, performing transformations. And suddenly, the American and British fighter jets suddenly turned into cotton candy balls or chocolate-covered cakes. And the B-29 heavy bombers became magnificent cakes on gold-plated trays. And then came the splendid performance. And they descended. And there was something truly splendid here. And such delicious confectionery products here. And so delicious and magnificent.
  And there were such beautiful roses, and cream butterflies, and animals, and birds. So wonderful and cool.
  And so, fifteen hundred planes began to transform right before our eyes. And how magical it was. Spectacular and unique transformations took place.
  Oleg and Margarita, those eternal children, snapped their bare toes. And a wonderful transformation took place. How wonderful it all turned out.
  Pippi Longstocking did a wonderful job waving her magic wands. And that was perfectly executed. And transformations were performed. And what wonderful scoops of ice cream with vanilla, raisins, nuts, and honey came out of the B-29.
  And the transformation happened almost instantly, and the resulting pieces were wonderful. And they descended slowly and smoothly. And it was something incredibly cool. And how incredibly cool it was.
  And how beautiful it is...
  Oleg, a boy who looked no older than twelve, used his bare toes, which were adorned with rings. Now that was truly awesome. And Margarita waved her wand, too. And so on, launching the girls from their bare heels with the deadly steel of high-class sorcery.
  That was incredibly cool. And the power will be powerful.
  Pippi also carried out this transformation in a unique way.
  And fifteen hundred planes became delicacies. And there are such beautiful cakes, pastries, mountains of candy, and so many other wonderful and magnificent things. Everything here is so wonderful and there was such a huge reshuffle.
  The child wizards also turned three atomic bombs into barrels filled with chocolate on the outside and sweet liqueur and condensed milk on the inside.
  That's great. But for now, the child wizards were out of the picture. And the war continued. The USSR didn't yet have the T-54 tank ready for mass production. But the IS-3 did see action, a tank with well-protected frontal armor, especially the turret. A full 250 millimeters of armor-it was even nicknamed "Pike." The frontal armor of both the hull and turret was also sloped, which provided good protection. The sides were less well-protected. Driving performance-the heavy turret put a lot of strain on the front chassis, but that was still acceptable in Europe.
  The IS-3 is a beast of a vehicle. Although its handling and ergonomics aren't exactly top-notch, its excellent protection, especially on the front of the turret, is its selling point. And that's where most of the hits happen.
  But the tank wasn't produced in large numbers and was a labor-intensive process. Therefore, the IS-2 was also produced, as was the workhorse T-34-85. The decent SU-100 tank destroyer wasn't produced in large numbers because the T-54 was planned for production.
  The Americans slightly modernized the Super Pershing, installing a more powerful 810 horsepower engine. This increased the vehicle's speed and maneuverability, and it became less prone to breakdowns. Furthermore, with the help of German scientists, the Swedepershing's cannon was improved, firing eight shots per minute instead of four. Most importantly, the tank began to be produced more widely, in increasing quantities.
  And it could already compete with the IS-2 and T-34-85, and was noticeably superior to them. And the Sherman is still in production. It's just that its gun has been upgraded to a seventeen-foot cannon. And with it, this vehicle is superior to the T-34 in all aspects.
  The T-34-85 is still the most widely produced tank in the USSR, despite all its shortcomings.
  And the situation for the Soviet troops began to deteriorate. The US was producing around 100,000 aircraft of various types annually. And turning 1,500 of them into treats-and all sorts of wonderful confectionery. And such delicious, aromatic ones, with cool paint jobs.
  And Britain was producing another fifty thousand planes a year. Or one hundred and fifty thousand aircraft-of course, they were crushing. And again, Soviet troops were bombing, and the skies were full of holes. And they were pressuring. And now the Allies were making progress, too. They were breaking the Soviet system.
  And now they've penetrated the Rhine and become higher and steeper. And they're establishing bridgeheads. And already in Italy, the Soviet troops are under attack and beginning to cave in.
  There were problems within the USSR, too. '46 was marked by poor harvests and famine. On top of that, crime and criminality were on the rise.
  So it all went beyond all reason. And so, at the end of summer, the Allied offensive began. Meanwhile, Japan, having built up its strength and received additional weapons from the US, primarily Shermans, launched a decisive offensive. The samurai had a large number of infantry and were quite brave.
  As a result, in the very first days of the invasion from the east, the defensive line was broken through and Vladivostok was cut off.
  The USSR was already having problems with reserves and manpower in the sixth year of the Great War. The country was truly exhausted. And then there was Japan.
  Stalin even became alarmed and began proposing negotiations with the Allies. But they no longer wanted a return to the Yalta agreements. They were raising the question of the complete destruction of both the USSR and communism. And although Soviet troops were still in Europe, they were under heavy attack.
  The US acquired the powerful B-36 bomber, which featured cannons as a defensive armament. Seriously, it could carry up to fifteen tons of bombs and had six engines.
  The Americans also began to acquire jet aircraft. Their strikes became increasingly powerful and lethal.
  The child sorcerers, of course, wanted to intervene, but they were prevented. They said Stalin was the aggressor. And if the Allies did anything forbidden, then act.
  And indeed, on November 7, 1946, Allied forces attempted to drop five atomic bombs on Moscow again, this time larger and more powerful, using the terrifying B-36 Terminator bombers.
  And so a mighty armada of two thousand five hundred aircraft took off, planning to drop both conventional and atomic bombs to raze the Soviet capital to the ground. This was a powerful and dangerous move.
  And here Oleg Rybachenko, Margarita Korshunova and Pippi Longstocking are back in action.
  There they are, flying on a magic carpet. Two girls and a boy, holding magic wands. And on their bare toes were rings with artifacts. Which also had an effect.
  And so, before the armada, the young wizards waved their magic wands. And suddenly, a wondrous transformation occurred. As if it really were a fairy tale. The bullets and shells fired by the allied fighters at the children turned into chocolates and candies. The bullets and shells, transformed into chocolates and candies with brightly colored wrappers, sank smoothly downwards. The children caught them and laughed heartily. And now, even more profound transformations began to occur.
  Two girls and a boy tapped their bare toes, using the magic of the rings. As a result, the fighter jets quickly began to transform into a mountain of donuts and glazed cakes, so fragrant and shiny-a truly savory delight. And the first to experience this wondrous transformation were the fighter jets themselves. And these were powerful machines. For example, the Mustang received a more powerful engine, and instead of six machine guns, they installed aircraft cannons. And this is serious business.
  And so this formidable fighter jet turns into a mountain of cakes that gently descends. And then numerous children catch them. And chocolates fall, too. Which, it must be said, is delightful in itself.
  But the bombers, or rather their pilots, are starting to get nervous and are dropping bombs on Soviet cities before they reach Moscow.
  But even here, a transformation occurs. And the bombs become large barrels, chocolate on the outside and filled with condensed milk, liqueur, and honey on the inside. And they gently descend, so as not to break. It would be a shame if such treasure were to go to waste.
  Margarita, releasing magical rays from both her wand and her bare toes, chirped:
  - We're putting our enemies to death! My first move is my last move!
  Oleg also performed transformations. They have such phenomenal power. And they can perform unique miracles. And they still do. And the fleet of planes becomes so appetizing and delicious. And everything is so fragrant, magnificent, and sweet.
  And now the bombers are under the spell of the children's magic. And they're transformed into enormous ice cream cones with gilded glasses. And it's sprinkled with chocolate powder. And various candied fruits, and raisins, and all sorts of berries. What a delightful transformation, let's say.
  Something is happening here-a miracle of demilitarization. And then something incredible happens. And hundreds of machines are transformed at once. And then the bombers are even turned into cakes.
  The B-36s, or rather their pilots, are confusedly pressing buttons and dropping five atomic bombs right now. And they're falling. And they're flying slowly, to give the American planes a chance to escape.
  But the magical rays catch up with these bombs. And in mid-flight, they transform in a matter of seconds, bending the laws of physics to become cakes covered in exquisite cream. And this cream sparkles with all the colors of the rainbow.
  And the cakes became so appetizing, with little animals and all sorts of insects made of cream, and it was so incredibly cool. And so the cakes gently descended. And crowds of hungry children, their bare, pink heels sparkling, pounced on them.
  And here are the B-36 bombers themselves, covered. And they've transformed into something wonderful. And it was a mass of ice cream glasses, and mountains of lollipops and jelly beans. And now they, too, began to descend.
  Pippi Longstocking chirped:
  -We make the world an iron order, we turn the evil into a cool and useful world!
  And so the child wizards truly went wild. They began releasing ever more magical rays from both their wands and their bare feet. And their wands are no ordinary magic wands. Inside them are very valuable artifacts.
  And so the American planes, most of them transformed into something delicious, along with their pilots, began to flee and save themselves. But the child sorcerers didn't retreat. They pursued the fleeing winged vultures. And they acted very aggressively. It was a combat situation, and a deadly one.
  Which, by the way, didn't bring death, but rather, let's say, pleasure. The pilots, by the way, didn't disappear, but turned into children of seven or eight years old, and now they ran around in shorts, padding their bare little feet, and nibbling on tasty treats.
  Now that was quite a battle. And the children took whistles and blew them. And the result was a truly wondrous transformation. And a wave of magic erupted from wands, and rings on bare toes, and all sorts of other wondrous things. And all the planes were covered in a searing wave. And the cars became a mountain of cakes, ice cream, marmalade, lollipops, donuts, gingerbread cookies, large chocolate-covered marshmallows, and so on.
  Those were delicious. And the pilots became boys, and a few of the female pilots became girls, and now the little children were running around and fussing.
  Thus ended the air raid and the loss of another two and a half thousand aircraft.
  After such a defeat, the allies agreed to peace negotiations. Stalin proposed a compromise-a return to the Yalta Conference.
  Fearing some further trickery from Stalin, the allies agreed. Moreover, in this case, Soviet troops would have to withdraw.
  Things were worse with Japan. It captured all of Primorye except Vladivostok, and the samurai took Khabarovsk. They also crossed the Amur River in various places and captured most of Mongolia.
  But here, an agreement with the allies was easily reached. The USSR transferred troops from west to east, and the USA, Britain, and their allies resumed hostilities against Japan. And so the great offensive began.
  Soviet troops had already driven the Japanese out of Primorye that winter and taken control of Manchuria and Port Arthur. The Allies captured Okinawa and landed in the Japanese mainland itself.
  And when the atomic bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Emperor announced surrender.
  And on February 23, 1947, World War II ended. New agreements were signed. The USSR gained control of the Kuril Islands and southern Sakhalin. And in China, the pro-Soviet government of Mao Zedong came to power.
  In short, it was just like real history. Except maybe they'd added a couple million extra corpses. And everyone remembered the strange miracles, when planes turned into all sorts of treats, and the pilots became children. And it was really cool. So beautiful and delightful. And yet no one has ever figured out this phenomenon.
  And the eternal child wizards Oleg Rybachenko, Margarita Korshunova, and Pippi Longstocking continued to carry out their countless missions around the world, and fight for truth and justice, in this and many other universes.
  CHAPTER No 13.
  But the children's team of five young fighters continues to fly on the magic carpet. Along the way, they came across a Japanese destroyer. Oleg snapped his bare toes, and the ship instantly transformed into something incredibly appetizing. It was filled with pretzels and honey. It was so fragrant, and covered in a layer of chocolate.
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - This is great!
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - When there is magic, it is relatively simple!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  - Yeah, that's cool!
  Tommy said with a smile:
  - We can eat ourselves!
  And the children burst out laughing and splashed their little bare feet. Wonderful young creatures.
  Here's another Japanese cruiser caught and turned into a pie. But you'll agree that wasn't enough. More precisely, the majority of the Japanese fleet has already been destroyed, or rather, transformed. What a turn of events they've taken.
  The children continued their flight.
  Pippi took it and began to sing:
  May the reign of Nicholas be glorious,
  Let garlands of happiness bloom in it...
  I fight for Rus', you are fiercely daring,
  The warrior will definitely be cool!
  The Terminator children finally managed to locate several Japanese ships that had survived the devastation. Pippi and Margarita handed their wands to Tommy and Annika and warned them:
  - Click your bare toes. Then you'll be able to do some really cool magic!
  A boy and a girl, their tiny, bare, childish feet, bumped into each other. Sparks flew. And the children laughed. They waved their magic wands. And the ships with their Japanese sailors began to transform into something incredibly delicious and mouth-watering. These were chocolate cakes, and mountains of fragrant, choux pastries. And on another tray, a mountain of honey doughnuts appeared.
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - You do magic well!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - Well done guys!
  And the children laughed with joy...
  Oleg remembered another mission of theirs.
  Hitler decided to abandon the offensive at Kursk, logically reasoning that attacking the most fortified position was illogical. Sicily also needed to be fortified-an Allied landing was planned there. Meanwhile, the Third Reich needed to go on the defensive. And time was needed to train freshly recruited infantry. So the Nazis went ahead and entrenched themselves there, strengthening their positions.
  And the landing in Sicily ended in catastrophic defeat for the Allies. Stalin only launched an offensive in August 1943, simultaneously in both the Oryol and Kharkov directions. On August 5, Soviet troops attempted to attack the Third Reich. And the Germans were expecting it. The battles showed that the Panther is a very good tank in defense. It copes admirably with its task of destroying the T-34-76 from a range of up to two kilometers, firing up to fifteen rounds per minute. The Tiger is also quite good, and difficult to knock out. And the gun is powerful, at 88 mm.
  The Germans had fortified themselves quite well, especially in the Kharkov direction. And the fighting dragged on until late autumn. In the Oryol direction, Soviet troops advanced only fifteen kilometers, and in the Kharkov direction, there was no progress at all. In mid-October, the offensive, which had cost the Red Army enormous losses, was halted-the losses were too great, and the results meager.
  While the Germans held the front line, the Panther-2 entered production in September, more powerfully armed, better protected, and with a 900-horsepower engine, weighing in at 53 tons. But for now, the old Panther is still up to par. And the Tiger-2 entered production, also with a more powerful gun and better protection.
  But Stalin was undaunted - winter was coming, a time of victories for the Red Army. Then something unexpected happened: after the defeat in Sicily, the isolationists in the United States gained ground, arguing that there was no point in interfering with Europe when they should focus on Japan. Roosevelt agreed to Hitler's proposal to declare an armistice and begin negotiations. Churchill, however, cried out that he would not fight without the United States. And so, military operations were frozen as of October 1, 1943. And negotiations began. As a gesture of goodwill, Hitler suspended the mass extermination of Jews.
  And so the trade began. Trainloads of Jews began to be sent to the US and Britain, and in exchange, the Nazis received raw materials, petroleum products, gold, and even weapons. In particular, the Churchill tank, being well-protected and relatively mobile, generally suited the Nazis. The British Challenger tank, similar in armor and armament to the Panther I, weighed only thirty-three tons.
  But the balance of power in the air changed especially. The Germans were able to redeploy their aircraft from the Western Front and the Mediterranean. Furthermore, prisoner exchanges took place, and many German and Italian pilots returned, changing the balance of power primarily in the air.
  The Germans also acquired the TA-152 fighter-attack aircraft, which boasted six cannons and a top speed of 760 kilometers per hour. This aircraft was formidable. Thanks to its powerful armament and armor, it could serve as a fighter, a ground attack aircraft, and a frontline bomber. It was a true workhorse. And it was hard to resist.
  Jet fighters have also appeared, but the ME-262 is not yet perfect. They are still too expensive and heavy, but they do have four 30-mm cannons. A powerful speed of up to nine hundred kilometers ensures the survivability of these aircraft. They crashed more often than were shot down by Soviet pilots.
  The ME-163's six-minute flight time was too short to be used effectively. But it was tailless, small, and very fast.
  Hitler, as they say, had his trump card. Lend-Lease supplies to the USSR ceased. This also had a particularly significant impact on aviation. Shortages of copper, explosives, and duralumin arose. This also affected the front. In December, Soviet troops attempted an offensive in the south, and in January in the north, near Leningrad. This time, the Nazis managed to repel the Soviet attacks and hold out. In February, Soviet troops attempted an offensive in the center. And they were also unsuccessful. March arrived... Winter, the most difficult time for the Nazis, had passed, and spring had arrived. And Hitler was already eager to go on the offensive.
  Total warfare was in effect in the Third Reich and the occupied territories. Tank production, especially of the Panther-2 and Tiger-2, continued to increase. The German Tiger-2, unlike in real life, had a more powerful engine, boasting a thousand horsepower, making it a formidable breakthrough tank. TA-152 production was also increasing. Also in production were the Ju-288, vehicles that reached speeds of up to 650 kilometers per hour and carried four tons of bombs under normal load, and six tons under overload.
  Also in the series was the ME-309, a formidable fighter with three 30-millimeter cannons and four machine guns. This aircraft, capable of reaching speeds of up to 740 kilometers per hour, was both menacing and terrifying.
  The USSR's response to this in the air was weak. Only the LA-7, somewhat faster, appeared. But the Yak-3 ran into problems. Duralumin supplies from the US and Britain ceased, and due to the shortage, the Yak-3 was unable to enter production.
  They had to limit themselves to the Yak-9, a rather lightly armed aircraft with a single 20-millimeter cannon and a single machine gun, and a top speed of 600 kilometers per hour. And that was the benchmark version. But in practice, the aircraft was even slower and heavier.
  Things were a little better in tanks: in March, the T-34-85 and IS-2, with more powerful armament and slightly better protection, went into production.
  In April, Soviet troops attempted to advance in the south, but without success.
  Hitler, meanwhile, was amassing his forces. Foreign legions and divisions were being formed. Meanwhile, the Nazis were holding back. Guderian was appointed Chief of the General Staff. He advised waiting for the Soviet offensive and catching the Red Army in a counterattack, as the defensive lines were too strong to attempt a frontal assault.
  And so, on June 22, 1944, having gathered his forces, Stalin launched Operation Bagration. Soviet troops launched a major offensive in the center. There were good tanks on both sides. The Germans already had the upper hand in equipment. They had more tanks, they were more powerful, and they had the upper hand in air power. And that was very impressive.
  Stalin launched an offensive without a significant advantage in forces. As a result, Soviet troops were attacked from the flanks. Cauldrons formed, encircling the Red Army.
  There were over seven hundred thousand Soviet soldiers captured, and a major catastrophe in the center. And the Nazis, having breached the lines, were already approaching Moscow.
  And the Nazis are already flowing around Moscow from different sides.
  Then Oleg and the girls entered the battle again, helping Russia, or rather the USSR.
  Then they were joined by a barefoot girl, Margarita. Also a grown woman, a writer, she became a twelve-year-old girl in exchange for immortality and is on a mission.
  Warriors from the twenty-first century once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with his swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot, poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet, new needles flew out. And into the eyes and throats of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, chopping down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes shoot out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet flicker. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here's Natasha on the offensive. She's chopping down Nazis along with their tanks, and singing:
  - Rus' is great and radiant,
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And disks fly from her bare feet. The ones that saw through the throats of fascists. Now that's a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops down brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a straw. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - shooting down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one will do!
  Augustine, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skin,
  He rushed at the riot police with a baton!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and slashes at the Nazis. With her bare feet, she launches death-dealing gifts at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He cut down a horde of Nazis in mid-air.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive, cutting down all her enemies. Her swords are sharper than mill blades. And her bare toes hurl gifts of death, setting tanks and planes ablaze.
  A girl on a wild attack, slaughtering brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeaks:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Nazi corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel, a dozen needles fly, which plunge straight into the Nazis' throats.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are wielded in both hands. And what a remarkable warrior she is.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior is on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and feisty. Her bare legs spit out so much lethal energy. Not a human being, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's advance is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a wild girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  She threw a pea-sized explosive with her bare foot. It exploded, and immediately sent a hundred Nazis and ten tanks flying into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will carry out a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Natasha sped up her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And all the while she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be slicing through a salad of meat and metal. She screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats lie in mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes.
  Augustina is a wild girl. And she destroys everyone like a hyperplasmic robot.
  She's already destroyed hundreds of Nazis. But the tempo is still picking up. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest one in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks are torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustine sang:
  - You won"t dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give us a moment's respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And a mass of brown fighters has already collapsed into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild and started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. He advances, swinging both swords. And the little terminator performs a windmill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy writer recalls a wild strategy game where horses and men also mingled.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be tons of money!
  And the boy-terminator is in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and Adidas!
  It really was a cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed? And the greatest number of the greatest of the "brown" fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - A large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that I'm the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks and even planes.
  And Natasha is a powerhouse. She beats her opponents and doesn't let anyone off the hook.
  How many Nazis have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the ultimate executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis. These girls are truly beautiful.
  Augustina advances and crushes her opponents. And she doesn't forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. She's cracked open a ton of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior baring her teeth.
  He sticks out his tongue. Then he spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He's already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not played according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe the dawn of freedom will come!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior tosses a pea with her bare toes, and a thousand Nazis immediately fly into the air. The army of the brown, hellish empire melts away right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Leaping like a cobra. Blowing up enemies. And so many Nazis die and planes crash.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in a frenzy of movement. She attacks the Nazis, cutting them into tiny pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents, and then roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she carries out a wild windmill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  And now Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all.
  And if it turns on, then it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I'll crack open all your skulls! I'm a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through meat and metal.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no inhibitions. Once she's hacked away, a mass of corpses falls, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And now a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will mow down another hundred Nazis like a meteor. And he'll even take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more ferocious on the offensive. She's battering the Nazis like crazy. They're not much of a match for girls like her.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Jogging in place is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here's the mill run. The mass of brown army heads rolled back and the tanks burned.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat up such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the shears of death.
  The girl is simply adorable. And her bare feet shoot out very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their enemies. They pierce their throats and make coffins, and they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws something that kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl.
  And from her bare legs, a blade will fly, and it will strike a multitude of soldiers, cutting off the turrets of tanks.
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. It flutters like a proletarian banner. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The bull's head will be so big that the fighters won't lose their minds!
  And now she has crushed a mass of fighters again.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what I needed! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustine readily agreed with this:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone to death!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is no match for her opponents in battle. She's no girl, but to end up with such a witch in flames.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustine, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a whole bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do it with him for a pittance!
  And the warriors will just jump up and down. They're so bloody and cool. There's a whole lot of excitement in them.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter rotor into motion. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both Nazis and tanks, then squealed:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp boomerang-like disk. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet, more needles flew, striking a multitude of soldiers and aircraft.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Augustina, waving her legs and throwing sharp-edged swastikas, gurgled:
  - Imperial flag forward!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the discus flies from the warriors' bare feet. Flesh tears and tank turrets are blown away.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air, slashing through her opponents and the winged vultures, and then announced:
  - We are she-wolves, we fry the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very lethal disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's too early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again hacked at the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks.
  Zoya is quite the hottie. She just threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And blew up a couple thousand in one blast.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina isn't weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like she's beating them out of a sheaf of grain with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's Svetlana, she fights. And she gives the Nazis a hard time.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana remarked harshly as her bare foot sent sprays of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much glory!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They're hacking and slashing them. Not warriors, but real panthers unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He strikes them mercilessly, rips apart tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha just started howling, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a blast that the circles blur in all directions. This girl is pure annihilation of her opponents.
  The girl, with her bare toes, launches three boomerangs. And that only increases the number of corpses.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no quarter! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Augustine also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl walked barefoot through the bloody puddles and killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he'll hit the Hitlerite general with his head. He'll break his skull and say:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious on the offensive, especially when knocking down tanks, squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off her bare toes. The planes crash as she pierces everyone. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy, with his bare foot, also throws a cool star in the shape of a swastika. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is once again on a wild attack. No, power is seething within him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She'll rip everyone's bellies open.
  A girl can throw out fifty needles with one foot at a time. And a lot of enemies of all kinds are killed, tanks and planes are destroyed.
  Margarita sang cheerfully:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  That's how aggressive this group is. The girl hits you and shouts:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is a real terminator in battle. And she gurgled, roaring:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it destroyed the mass of mastodons and winged, infernal machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce beauty.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Augustine roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  The redhead truly is the embodiment of treachery and meanness. To her enemies, of course. But to her friends, she's a sweetheart.
  And, as if with bare toes, he'll take it and throw it. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with immense combat potential. There's no one better to stand under than her. She's capable of tearing off the turrets of tanks and the wings of Nazi planes.
  Augustine hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl isn't exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Augustine confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes simultaneously exploded into tiny shavings.
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the brown warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It sliced off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then... And Soviet Russia defeated the brown empire during the assault on Moscow.
  The war wasn't over yet, but the USSR now had a chance to defeat the Nazis themselves. So the Six were forced to interrupt their super-cool mission once again.
  And then Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova - these eternal children decided to fight the Nazis.
  And so the boy and the girl, holding magic wands in their hands, took them and waved them.
  And so the German planes turned into cakes covered in chocolate and custard.
  And they began to fall, quite smoothly. And the cakes glided very beautifully. And it got a little steep.
  The boy snapped his bare toes. Changes had occurred. And the German tanks began to transform.
  And Oleg waved his magic wand. And this is what the transformations were.
  And the little girl Margarita also snapped her bare toes. And once again, transformations of the highest order began to occur.
  And where Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks had been, cakes with roses, butterflies, squirrels, fish, and cream began to appear. It was truly beautiful.
  And the children did it so beautifully. Young warriors flew along the front lines and transformed. And they waved their wands. And cosmic changes occurred.
  And so the tanks became mountains of cakes, or chocolate-covered donuts, or cupcakes with icing.
  So Margarita and Oleg began to do things, and with their little bare feet they performed miracles and brought about transformations.
  The children started singing and making all sorts of delicious confectionery treats out of the tanks.
  Oleg and Margarita began to sing:
  Man is only a wanderer in the universe,
  Protect us from harm, cherub!
  Although we suffer and each one is an exile,
  We keep Jesus in our hearts with trepidation!
  
  And we don"t need a feast of bliss,
  The juice of speeches with empty praise!
  We must achieve perfection,
  Enlighten the consciousness of barefoot souls!
  
  And we will not be an insignificant creation,
  He did not spare his heart to give to God!
  It is not fitting to face false hypocrisy,
  Let go of common problems!
  
  Well, the Devil, using the evil ones,
  A terrible sword has risen over the Fatherland!
  The hellish, terrible cobra stings,
  And it threatens to set our fragile world on fire!
  
  How vile is the mind if it serves,
  To Satan and boundless passions!
  Through blood like a boy through puddles,
  Decay is spreading, tearing the country apart!
  
  There are already mountains of corpses,
  Shoots all people with a scythe!
  And a sea of children's tears, their eyes filled with grief,
  A sea of execution blocks - a triumph for executioners!
  
  But we will stand together for our Motherland,
  Having prayed to the holy icons!
  And tightening the backpack with a belt,
  Bayonet forward - we crush the enemies!
  
  And no one will tremble in vile fear,
  Because the Fatherland is us!
  Raised harshly and in debt,
  A warrior will never betray Rus'!
  
  And no matter what troubles there may be,
  How cruel is Satan's grin!
  We will not let our flag be dragged through the dust,
  For me, God is the Holy Ideal!
  
  Angels with Christ inspired,
  War is coming, those who are dead will rise!
  To serve Russia with all our strength for a century,
  God is with us, the knights - the Russians will win!
  That's how they sang and transformed. And so this Wehrmacht army became something frivolous. And now it became increasingly phenomenal and cosmic.
  And so all of Hitler's tanks became cakes, and very appetizing ones at that, with roses, cream, and delicious treats. And how beautiful it all turned out.
  And the planes turned into something incredibly appetizing. And there was so much delightfulness here. And the German and foreign infantry turned into handsome boys, about seven or eight years old. And these children were so obedient and cultured. And quite cute.
  And they stomp with their little bare feet. Now that's cool!
  This was the kind of victory...
  But then came the war with Japan. Of course, Stalin couldn't do without it. And it was so beautiful and cool.
  And so the boy and the girl, and the army of girls, took and beautifully released their bare toes, snapped and released pulsars from the magoplasm.
  After which the children and girls began to destroy the Japanese, and sing while doing so.
  And they did it actively.
  My homeland is in a stormy battle,
  Where the boundless ocean boils...
  There are forget-me-nots in the child"s soul,
  At least sometimes you can see fog!
  
  Jesus is the Creator of the Great Universe,
  For us people he went to the cross...
  With his spirit unwavering in battle,
  He died and rose again in joy!
  
  With Svarog God - these are brothers,
  That fighter and military sword of the Slavs...
  One of the Highest was going to the crucifixion,
  And another one was blowing the furnaces!
  
  To whom the sword is a great reward,
  Bow down to Christ, people...
  The fallen will bring you comfort,
  Believe him, I will tell you the truth!
  
  What does God want from us guys?
  So that you, boy, fight for Rus'...
  And shoot at your enemies with a machine gun,
  Fight for your dream and don't be afraid!
  
  Warriors of the great Svarog,
  His brother God Perun...
  You do a lot for people,
  The Russian country is flourishing!
  
  The White God brings good to people,
  Of course there will be happiness with him...
  He will forgive our sinners and will not condemn them,
  This is the layout we got!
  
  You are just a child for God,
  He will love you very much...
  The girls have a ringing voice,
  Let the hunter turn into the game!
  
  Christ the Lord created joy,
  So that they could feast boisterously...
  Will stop the onslaught of the wild horde,
  If necessary, we will kill!
  
  We exterminated the hordes of Mamai,
  Even though the vampire Batu was on the attack...
  We will simply tear the nukers to pieces,
  Even Shakespeare couldn't describe it with his pen!
  
  Gods, you create the universe,
  The Almighty Rod will be with us...
  We do not anger Him with our deeds,
  And then everyone will get a term!
  
  Let those who fought be in Eden,
  Iriy protects the souls of the righteous...
  Don't give in to the chimera, people,
  There will be a monolith for the Fatherland!
  
  How we love our Motherland, guys,
  
  Kyiv is the mother of Russian cities...
  Believe me, the enemy will face retribution,
  And no need to waste unnecessary words!
  
  Rod created the Universe by playing,
  Opening the heavens with a word...
  The girl is tearing through the snow barefoot,
  Performing miracles in battle!
  
  There is no salvation except Jesus,
  Lada, mother of the Gods, will grant paradise...
  And do not believe in various temptations,
  You choose to be the head of the family!
  
  He will give life to those who died in battle,
  May everything be in a new light for you...
  The fierce Cain will be destroyed,
  There will be a paradise without boundaries of existence!
  
  The endless expanses of space,
  Holy Rus' will conquer...
  If necessary, we will melt mountains,
  Write down your accomplishments in a notebook!
  
  The Black God is also needed, you know,
  To keep the bear man awake...
  The boy runs daringly through the puddles,
  Even if napalm falls!
  
  My mother, the Goddess of happiness Lada,
  Since the beginning of the world, paradise has been sowing...
  Will bring a reward to the warrior,
  Paradise is in full bloom!
  
  She is an eternally young girl,
  Although she gave birth to many Gods...
  She walks with a thin waist,
  So beautiful - there are no words!
  
  My Fatherland is infinity,
  The Japanese were born to defeat...
  We, guys, serve the Family forever,
  God, the embodiment of spring!
  
  And when Christ the Lord comes,
  What promises to resurrect everyone...
  The host of God will come with a thousand faces,
  May people live in the happiness of Rodnovery!
  
  We children are the highest reward,
  To preserve bright youth forever...
  After all, the Goddess of Paradise Lada is with us,
  With her, the thread of life will not be broken, I know!
  
  In battles with the enemy we moved mountains,
  It's as if Ilya Muromets was chopping...
  The treasury was filled with spoils, you know,
  We spent a lot of effort in the battle!
  
  We loved our Gods, believe me,
  Who gave such a life, you know...
  That they received immortality in joy,
  That we will even see communism!
  
  So, to begin with, we broke That,
  Opened the way to China for Russia...
  The samurai squadron was sunk,
  Now let the East turn into paradise!
  
  We will fly to Mars soon, believe me,
  Venus will be ours too, just know...
  We are still centuries old children in body,
  Although we fight better than the Jedi!
  
  Yes, Port Arthur is now forever Russian,
  Manchuria is Russian land...
  Why are you so sad, boy?
  The navy is a friendly family!
  
  Any war will end, believe me,
  Even though a lot of blood is shed in vain, know this...
  We have found happy immortality,
  Give others the joy of the world too!
  
  Let us shout - our Lada will be in glory,
  Svarog with Christ, Perun for centuries...
  The flames of hell will not scorch the planet,
  A great dream will come true!
  
  Someday we too will grow up,
  We'll probably give birth to a million children...
  Let's have a really fun party,
  After all, our strength is legion!
  
  Now the boy and the girl are at war,
  Bare heels of child fighters...
  And ahead of Eden there will be distances,
  And at this moment, beat the Japanese bravely!
  A beautiful quartet of girls, of course, can't help but hit the enemy. The warriors are sent to assist Russia in the upcoming war with Japan.
  But first, you need to complete the first part of your destiny and save humanity from the most vile infection in the history of planet Earth!
  Natasha, Zoya, Augustina, and Svetlana are currently on a special mission - fighting the hordes of the Japanese Empire.
  And this is really cool!
  But then something incredible happened. The ninja wizards summoned hordes of coronaviruses. And so the coronaviruses began to aid the Land of the Rising Sun. And they began to act more aggressively, and the girls went into battle.
  The girls fought the coronavirus troops quite successfully. And with them were Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova.
  Natasha scribbled on the advancing warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire, using her bare toes.
  She cooed:
  - For our great Fatherland!
  Zoya, pounding her opponents with her scarlet breasts and pressing the bazooka buttons, said:
  - For the happiness of people on Earth!
  And red-haired Augustina, writing about coronaviruses, aggressively noted:
  - For the greatest communism on planet Earth!
  And he too will take and throw a deadly gift of death with his bare toes.
  Svetlana shot at the enemy with great accuracy, hitting him dead on target. Then, using her bare heel, she squealed:
  - For the Fatherland that is above the whole world!
  CHAPTER No 15.
  The four girls thrashed the coronaviruses with great skill. And killed them.
  And the girls cried at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko waved his bare, childish foot and released the pulsar, shouting:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Margarita Korshunova continued to fight, acting with colossal energy. And with her bare, childish heel, magoplasmic energy balls sprang up, crushing the coronaviruses.
  - Glory to the Motherland USSR!
  And let's thrash the coronaviruses even more intensely.
  Natasha very wittily noted, scribbling at the enemy:
  - Our land is glorified,
  Happiness flies over the planet...
  We are all one family,
  The songs of the people are sung!
  These girls are top-notch in everything they do.
  And the way they crush coronaviruses is a sight to behold.
  And the warriors are just super.
  Zoya, shooting at coronaviruses, chirped:
  - The happiness of the Fatherland is in the girls!
  Augustine agreed with this:
  - Of course, in girls - especially with red hair!
  Svetlana hit the Chinese and squealed:
  - And it will be great!
  And once again, the warriors of the contagious coronavirus empire are being pounded. Now that's a girl, let's say!
  Oleg Rybachenko suddenly takes off and blows. And coronaviruses turn into gingerbread, and he shouts:
  - Magnificent communism!
  Margarita giggled and shot lightning out of her mouth and sang:
  I love the communism of the USSR,
  We'll drown everyone in the toilet of a huge...
  Let the unbridled Sam tremble,
  With its power, which is not at all modest!
  But other beauties fight too.
  Here is Alenka fighting.
  And her team of girls in bikinis.
  They throw gifts of death at their enemies using their bare toes.
  And they squeak:
  The tie blossomed into a glorious scarlet flower,
  Soon the girls will have to join the Komsomol!
  Alenka threw a deadly gift of death at her enemy with her bare toes,
  and she took it and squealed:
  - I believe in communism to live!
  Anyuta also wrote about the coronavirus troops. She was active, and her bare toes hurled very harsh gifts of death.
  The girl squealed:
  - Our world will be communist!
  And red-haired Alla scribbled on coronaviruses. And she did it with extreme precision. And she mowed down the empire's Coronavirus troops with great intensity, using a sickle to do the job.
  And the warrior desperately
  She threw grenades with her bare toes and chirped:
  - For new victories of communism!
  And again the girl laughed and squealed.
  Combat Maria also mowed down enemies. And entire mounds of coronavirus corpses were erected. The girl also used her scarlet nipples, pressing them against
  bazooka button.
  And it shot down coronavirus soldiers, but a rocket hit a tank.
  The Olympics are also aggressively exterminating coronaviruses.
  Her bare soles throw a whole barrel of explosives at once.
  The Olympics roars:
  - For great communism,
  Just not a step up!
  Marusya also fires at the enemy. And she does it with exceptional accuracy. She knocks out a ton of coronavirus soldiers. And all the while, the girl sings:
  - Glory to the land of communism,
  In the luxury of scarlet banners...
  We defeated the fascists,
  The world has been saved from fire!
  And again, with bare toes, he will throw a deadly gift of death.
  These are the girls here.
  Matryona also shoots at coronaviruses, and hits them very accurately. And she squeals:
  - I believe there will be a world of holy communism!
  There's a whole battalion of them, barefoot and almost naked. And these girls are pretty and very sexy.
  Stalenida kills coronaviruses and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - Our holy Fatherland is glorified -
  We will grow from edge to edge!
  This is a Komsomol girl. And then she presses with her strawberry nipple. And the enemy is completely stunned.
  Veronica fired very accurately at coronaviruses, cooing:
  - Glory to my Fatherland!
  Victoria, accurately and correctly hitting the enemy, cooed:
  - For mighty communism!
  And with her bare toes she threw a lethal gift of death.
  Serafima, writing about the enemies, very logically noted:
  - Our strength is growing!
  And with her bare toes she threw an extremely lethal gift of death.
  Stalenida remarked aggressively, mowing down coronaviruses:
  - Am I the strongest at throwing grenades?
  Alenka answered doubtfully:
  - We are all strong in this matter!
  And also how he will throw deadly gifts of death.
  Anyuta, writing about coronaviruses, quite logically noted:
  - We are very strong in military affairs! And this is our happiness!
  And he will also throw up destructive power with his bare heel.
  Red-haired Alla, shooting at her opponents and mowing them down, logically noted:
  - Glory does not come to the lazy!
  And how he throws something absolutely lethal at the enemy with his bare toes.
  Combat Maria also fired a very accurate shot at the enemy. She mowed down a ton of coronaviruses. And with her bare toes, she launched a wave of destruction at the enemy.
  And then he will take it and press on the enemy with his strawberry nipple.
  This is one warlike girl.
  The Olympics are also battling coronaviruses. They're doing it with vigor and blaring:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And she also shoots with the help of a ruby nipple. And this is a very powerful move of hers. This girl is simply superb!
  Marusya, taking aim at coronaviruses, noted:
  - How long can we glorify communism?
  Olympias growled:
  - To the last drop of blood!
  And again the girl threw a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes.
  Matryona, writing about coronaviruses, quite logically and wittily noted:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  And again the girl will throw the gift of annihilation with her bare toes.
  This is truly a top-class girl.
  But this is the girls' everyday life...
  When there was a break and a pause in the fighting, the warriors played cards for a while.
  Alenka noted with a smile:
  "This isn't a war with the Germans. They were outnumbered. And these coronaviruses are simply spreading like a contagious river."
  Anyuta nodded in agreement:
  "It was much easier with the Germans, though. They practically showered us with corpses."
  Red-haired Alla noted with a chuckle, throwing an ace with her bare toes:
  "But the enemy's technology is weaker than ours. Besides, the enemy is brave but stupid. We are both brave and smart."
  Maria noted with a chuckle, slashing at the enemy with deadly force, literally mowing him down - even if only in her thoughts:
  - The battle is tough, but we really won"t give up!
  Olympiada logically and judiciously noted:
  "It's all just talk and demagoguery. It would be really good to capture the main infectious microbe. Then the war would end!"
  Marusya doubted, throwing down the card:
  "That's unlikely. His circle there is no better. The fight against coronavirus will be long and hard."
  Matryona added with a sigh:
  - Until common sense prevails among everyone!
  Alenka nodded in agreement:
  "We can only rely on common sense. You can't kill all the coronaviruses because there are too many of them. And the war could drag on for a long time."
  And the girls laughed sadly.
  Yes, we have gotten ourselves into a war with an empire of enormous infectious power.
  But in the sky, the female pilots are fighting desperately. Take, for example, Alvina, Albina, and Helga. The girls are battling coronavirus-infected aircraft in the sky.
  And it's made of plywood there.
  Or they fire at ground targets.
  Alvina took it upon herself to shoot down the coronavirus plane out of the sky with her bare toes and squealed:
  - This will be my victory!
  Albina cut off the Empire's Coronavirus fighter, deftly stunned it, scythed it with her bare toes, and yelped:
  - For our Fatherland!
  Helga hit the coronavirus tank and cooed:
  - Where there is communism, there is our Fatherland!
  These are warriors who are a real hurricane and phenomenal cosmic force, and destruction.
  And together there is creation.
  Albina is destroying the planes of the Coronavirus Empire. They are far inferior to the Soviet ones, many of them homemade. But the Coronavirus Empire is trying to win through numbers.
  And it puts pressure on very seriously.
  But girls are really knocking down coronaviruses. And they do it with extreme precision. As if they were monsters.
  Alvina also knocks down coronaviruses with her bare toes and sings:
  - Communism is not just an idea,
  I'm speechless with happiness, girls!
  And the warrior is once again pounding the planes of the coronavirus empire with lethal force.
  And then it moves on to ground targets.
  Indeed, contact with coronaviruses is dangerous. It's both a powerful and infectious empire with a huge population.
  They have a lot of infantry and they throw it into battle. Women, it must be said, in the USSR
  GDR combat.
  But how strong the enemy is in numbers.
  Helga, fighting the enemy and accurately striking the coronavirus enemies, noted:
  - I am a girl who is a real dream and beauty for everyone.
  And again he will knock down the enemy using the bare toes of his graceful feet.
  Now this is a specific girl, let's say.
  No, enemies can't cope with such beauties.
  Elizabeth fights coronaviruses in a tank.
  And it's not easy for her. But she wins and knocks down her enemies.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the times of communism in the USSR!
  Ekaterina, also firing, logically noted:
  - We will have victory!
  Elena also hit the enemy, pierced the coronavirus tank, and yelped:
  - I am a super beauty!
  Euphrosyne also took aim at coronaviruses and squealed:
  - For our Motherland!
  So this foursome-the four E's-took on the enemies of the Third Reich-Coronavirus. And off they went, destroying the coronaviruses.
  Against such girls, coronaviruses, even with their wild
  in numbers - weak.
  Elizabeth was an extremely feisty and aggressive girl. And she loved men, especially when they were handsome and fair-haired.
  Elizabeth sang, shooting her bare toes at the enemy:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  Elena, firing at the coronaviruses and cutting them down like sandpaper, squeaked:
  - For communism!
  And the girl used her bare toes.
  Ekaterina, while writing about coronaviruses, came up with this:
  - For the Fatherland!
  And he will also put his bare toes into action.
  Euphrosyne also beats the enemy with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For ideological communism!
  What a quartet they are. How they crush and destroy their enemies. Not girls, but generals. And they knock out the enemies so much that it's terrifying.
  These are girls of the highest flight and aerobatics.
  Elizabeth noted with a chuckle:
  - Our abilities are very great!
  Yes, these are girls on land... And here they are in the sky.
  Anastasia Vedmakova shoots down a coronavirus plane with her bare toes. And squeals:
  - For great ideas!
  Here's Akulina Orlova, striking a blow against coronavirus with her bare toes, and squealing:
  - For communism throughout the world!
  And Mirabella Magnetic is pounding the troops of the infectious coronavirus empire and squealing:
  - Glory to our Fatherland!
  These female pilots are simply delightful and superb. They have so much beauty and wonder about them. All over the world, these girls were at the top of their game and became legends.
  And in the Coronavirus Empire, they were revered as Valkyries and high bounties were placed on their heads.
  Anastasia Vedmakova covered the coronavirus tank from the air and cooed:
  - Glory to the invincible USSR!
  Akulina Orlova fired from her position at the coronavirus infantry and muttered:
  - Glory to our great Motherland!
  Mirabella Magnetic, pounding the countless enemy army of the coronavirus infectious empire, roared:
  - Glory to the CPSU!
  Anastasia Vedmaka, having shot down another coronavirus plane, squealed:
  - CPSU - SS!
  Akulina angrily remarked, shouting at Mirabella:
  - Don't you dare joke like that!
  And the girl struck a large wooden tank of coronaviruses.
  Anastasia Vedmakova giggled and replied:
  - It's a joke, just a joke!
  Mirabella hit the coronavirus car with her bare heel and squealed:
  - You can't joke with communism!
  These are the girls who have already received gold stars of the Hero of the USSR for their war against the Coronavirus empire. These are the kind of fighting girls they are.
  And Gerda from the GDR is also fighting with her crew.
  These girls are just super cool!
  Gerda shoots at the enemy with her bare toes and squeaks:
  - For the Fatherland!
  Charlotte also fires at coronaviruses and squeals:
  - For our Motherland!
  And he also burns, using his bare toes.
  Kristina also hits the coronavirus with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For Rus' and the era of communism!
  Magda hits the coronaviruses, chops them down, and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - For the Fatherland from edge to edge!
  These are the girls on the tank. And this is their aggression and full strength, and the greatness of fighters.
  These are beautiful girls...
  How do female warriors from Japan fight?
  The blue ninja girl will take the windmill with her swords and chop off the heads of coronaviruses. And then she will launch it with her bare toes.
  poisonous needles that will pierce a lot of coronaviruses.
  After which he will sing:
  - For the glory of our Japan!
  A yellow ninja girl chops off the heads of coronavirus soldiers, and at the same time throws peas of destruction with her bare toes and squeals:
  - In the name of the Motherland!
  A red ninja girl cuts coronaviruses into pieces with swords and screams:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  A white ninja girl chops off the heads of the troops of the coronavirus-infected empire, cuts them apart and screams:
  - For the greatest communism of Japan!
  And again he will throw with his bare toes the murderous peas of death.
  These are girls... And of course, they're in bikinis. And they fight like that. And if they spit, it's a complete disaster.
  The blue ninja girl squealed as she chopped off coronavirus heads:
  - We are warriors - ultra and super!
  And with his bare heel he throws a homemade explosive device. And it causes so much destruction.
  These girls are simply hyper!
  And here are Jane Armstrong fighting.
  A beautiful girl easily hacks coronaviruses from a tank.
  And it does this with great aggressive force.
  Jane says with pleasure:
  - Glory to communism!
  And again he shoots at coronaviruses.
  And Gertrude fired, and quite accurately. After which she gurgled:
  - Glory to communism!
  And, of course, I also used my bare toes.
  And so the girl Malanya went and hit.
  And she did it with extreme precision. She pierced her opponent and squealed:
  - For the USSR!
  And I also used my bare toes.
  And this is how Monica hit it. And she did it with extreme precision, too. She smashed the coronavirus machine and muttered:
  - For the great ideas of peace!
  These are the girls - the highest level of aerobatics in the universe.
  Jane, though she did press down with her bare heel, noted:
  - Well, regarding the universe, this is already too much!
  Gertrude noted with a chuckle:
  - Gerda's team is no worse than ours!
  And again he will take and shoot at the enemy with his bare foot.
  Malanya, hitting the enemies with great accuracy, noted:
  - For a great Russia!
  Monica, mowing down coronaviruses with colossal speed, yelped:
  - For great Britain too!
  Jane agreed:
  - Britain is a great country and we will get all our colonies back!
  Gertrude squeaked with a laugh and, pressing her bare toes on the buttons:
  - Forward for the Fatherland!
  Malanya also tapped her bare toes and cooed:
  - For Great Britain!
  Monica will also take a swipe at coronaviruses and yelp:
  - For the best army in the world, England!
  These girls are simply top-notch tank pilots.
  These are allies...
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova are also fighting coronaviruses. These immortal children have come to the aid of the USSR, as there are too many coronaviruses.
  And they should be thinned out at least a little. Especially since there are more men than women in the coronavirus empire. And killing them is morally easy.
  Oleg Rybachenko used his swords to cut off coronaviruses and their heads, then chirped:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And with his bare toes the boy launches something deadly against the coronavirus.
  Margarita Korshunova also took a swipe at coronaviruses, cutting them down like a sickle, and cooed:
  - Glory to the Motherland!
  And with her bare toes she threw peas with explosives.
  And tore apart a mass of coronavirus soldiers.
  After which, the immortal children will suddenly start whistling loudly. And a mass of stunned crows will rain down on the heads of the coronavirus soldiers, piercing them.
  And it makes a strong impression.
  These guys are super and ultra class!
  Oleg Rybachenko, the eternal coronavirus boy, squeaked again:
  -For great communism!
  And with bare toes the immortal child will launch destruction.
  Margarita Korshunova slashed at the coronaviruses again, dissected them, and with her bare toes, gave them a death gift and yelped:
  - For our Fatherland!
  And now the children are whistling again and a mass of crows, suffering from heart attacks, are descending on the heads of the coronavirus fighters.
  Coronaviruses are certainly very brave. But their leadership, led by old Mighty Bacillus, has clearly lost its mind.
  So the warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire are desperately pushing forward.
  And in the captured territories they commit savage cruelty.
  In particular, they hoisted the captured Komsomol member onto the rack and began to stretch her. They shackled the girl's bare feet in stocks and hung weights on them. And then they began
  burn her heels with a hot iron. And then they flogged the girl with a whip, then beat her with barbed, hot wire. And it was so painful. And then the beauty
  They took and broke the toes on her bare feet. And then they burned her chest with torches, and tore out the girl's nostrils with red-hot pliers. And as soon as the coronaviruses over the Komsomol member
  They didn't mock her, torturing her to death.
  And the torture continued. In the captured villages, everyone, both children and adults, were beaten with sticks on their bare heels. Children were beaten with sticks on their bare heels, especially
  cruel. And there was not an ounce of mercy in it.
  All kinds of torture were used.
  Tamara is also fighting coronaviruses...
  Also a combat class warrior.
  And more and more missiles are falling on the coronaviruses like a real tidal wave.
  Tamara and Dominika aim launchers at coronaviruses.
  And they press the buttons with their bare toes.
  And Dominica even used a scarlet nipple.
  And she chirped, baring her teeth:
  - I am a super girl!
  Viola and Aurora also shoot coronaviruses from launchers.
  And they do it with great precision, singing all the while:
  - Long live our communism, long live it!
  We will destroy fascism!
  Viola, pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, sent a missile towards the coronaviruses, remarked:
  - We are fighting coronaviruses, and they are communists!
  Aurora responded with a chuckle, sending blasts of lightning at her opponent with her bare heel:
  - Perverted communism, worse than perverted fascism!
  Viola laughed, threw the gift of death at the enemy again with her bare toes and noted:
  - There is no such thing as fascism that is not perverted! It is perversion itself!
  Aurora, having sent a gift of a scarlet nipple to the enemy, noted:
  - Communism can be quite perverted! Even under Stalin, many unnecessary people were exterminated and killed!
  Viola, in response, sent another rocket at the coronaviruses and sang:
  In a difficult time, he inspired us,
  Having strengthened the will, they became...
  He saved the world from the plague -
  Dear comrade Stalin!
  
  In many images measured,
  In the infinite universe...
  You have opened the right path for us -
  Pointing it out forever!
  These are girls with bare, tanned legs.
  Alenka, shooting at coronaviruses and shaking her breasts with scarlet nipples, noted:
  - Communism will be!
  And with her bare toes she threw a very deadly gift of death.
  Anyuta gave a turn to the coronaviruses, mowed them down, and cooed:
  - To the great victories of the girls!
  And with a scarlet nipple he presses like a bazooka button.
  These girls are just great.
  And coronaviruses are being mowed down with great, if not overwhelming, enthusiasm.
  Red-haired Alla, smashing the coronaviruses, yelped:
  - For the Fatherland and our mother!
  And how he will throw a lethal gift of annihilation at the enemy with his bare toes.
  And then Maria will strike, also using her bare toes. And she will tear apart a mass of coronaviruses.
  After which he coos:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  The Olympics, shooting at coronaviruses, cheerfully and cheerfully noted:
  - For the new leader of the communists!
  And the girl again threw with her bare toes a deadly gift of death and destruction.
  CHAPTER No 16.
  And these girls are just hyper.
  And they are so warlike.
  Marusya, pounding her opponents and launching death gifts at the enemy with her bare feet, squeaked:
  - For the greatest victories of the Fatherland!
  Matryona, scribbling about coronaviruses, cooed:
  - For the Fatherland that is above all the roof!
  And again, the girl will shoot at coronaviruses with a bazooka, pressing a button with a strawberry nipple.
  This girl is the highest of all classes.
  This is how the girls took up the Coronavirus empire and cooed:
  - The great mystery of the Motherland,
  To your faithful, wise, glorious honor...
  Let us strengthen your unity -
  We will be together with the Fatherland forever!
  Stalenida, while shooting at coronaviruses, was quite aggressive and positive. And she threw it with her bare toes.
  A gift of death. And she will tear apart the masses of warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire. She is a warrior of the highest order.
  Stalenida sang with a smile:
  - Let communism be glorified,
  Mao, we will destroy you...
  Only we are going up, not down.
  Let's punch the bandit in the face!
  That's the kind of warrior she is. And she's crushing those damn coronaviruses like that. And nothing can stop her.
  Veronica, while battling coronavirus, said:
  - For the victory of communist ideas throughout the world!
  Victoria, scribbling about the warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  And again she threw with her bare toes a murderous gift of annihilation.
  Serafima smashed the coronaviruses, mowing them down with great ease, and threw gifts of death with her bare toes.
  After which she cooed:
  - For the ideas of holy communism!
  Stalinida, while building on coronavirus, harshly noted:
  - When you hear the word "holy", it immediately smells of falsehood and lies!
  Veronica giggled and noted:
  - But Lavrenty is not a saint!
  Stalenida threw a grenade at the coronavirus with her bare foot and squealed:
  - Our General Secretary and Chairman are not particularly outstanding!
  Veronica, baring her cradle and scribbling about coronaviruses, sang:
  - Believe the devil, believe the devil, believe the devil,
  But live as before! But live like a beach! I'm not a mom!
  No ma! I can't!
  Victoria noted with a chuckle while scribbling about coronaviruses:
  - Everything will be fine!
  Veronica agreed with this:
  - We will definitely win!
  Stalenida agreed:
  "We can't lose! Because we're Russian! And Russians are the kind of nation that even when they're constantly losing, they'll just go and win with incredible fury!"
  Victoria nodded:
  - It's like a boxer who will be losing for fourteen rounds, but in the fifteenth he will come back and decisively win!
  Veronica laughed, baring her teeth:
  - Yes, it's quite possible! Well, if he wins, he wins!
  Serafima remarked aggressively, baring her teeth:
  - We will be the strongest in the world and defeat everyone!
  And with his bare toes he will once again launch a unique gift of death at his enemy.
  These girls are top-notch.
  With a girl like that, I think anyone could go crazy, or have their lid blown off its hinges.
  Stalenide crushed coronaviruses and sang:
  - We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll soak all the bacilli in the toilet...
  Moscow doesn't believe in tears,
  And we'll give this evil infection a good whack on the brain!
  This is the kind of delightful girl she is, Stalenida. One could call her simply hyper and super.
  With girls like these, you can look to the future with confidence. Even though there are almost a billion coronaviruses, and unlike the USSR, they have far more men than women.
  And coronaviruses love to fight.
  But they are not very good at it.
  A jagged front line emerged. Where the coronaviruses had made inroads, where the Soviet or Russian troops were.
  No one has a big advantage.
  Stalenida, writing about coronaviruses, suddenly squealed, baring her teeth and winking:
  - For the Fatherland until the very end!
  Victoria squealed with wild rage:
  - Give the Dragon President total death!
  Veronica agreed with this:
  - Death to the Dragon President through Tumba-yumba!
  And the Americans, of course, are ready to help the contagious empire. They're even willing to sell Coronavirus-stan weapons on credit. And that's a cruel policy for the US.
  This is how they put pressure on the Red Army.
  But as long as there are female heroines in it, the USSR cannot be defeated.
  Here are Alice and Angelica fighting. Such fierce and classy thieves. And they're thrashing the coronaviruses with fury and force.
  Alice fired a sniper rifle, pierced the coronavirus, and threw it with her bare toes.
  knife, a deadly gift of death, squeaked:
  - For the Fatherland USSR!
  That's the kind of fighter she is. She's full of both strength and aggression.
  Angelica is healthy and a red-haired warrior. She'll smash the coronaviruses like crazy. She'll knock out a colossal mass of them. And then she'll roar:
  - Glory to the new Komsomol members!
  And how he laughs.
  Alice, shooting at the coronaviruses and accurately hitting them, logically noted:
  - We are capable of defeating any horde!
  And Alice fired from the bazooka using the scarlet nipple of her breast.
  This is a girl who shows real class.
  Angelica will also hit the enemy, mow down a ton of coronaviruses, and then yelp:
  - For the Fatherland!
  These women are so aggressive and capable of, let's say, a lot.
  Alice remarked with a smile, mowing down her enemies:
  - Our motherland, let's kill the yellow bacilli!
  Angelica noted with wild fury the destruction of coronaviruses:
  - We communists will become stronger in the world!
  And with his bare toes he takes hold and throws a grenade with a charge of TNT.
  That's how the girls went wild.
  And they destroy enemies with colossal force.
  Natasha, shooting at the coronaviruses and pressing the bazooka button with her scarlet nipple, noted:
  - For Russia there is no such problem as the number of enemies!
  Zoya, writing about coronaviruses, agreed:
  - We can defeat any enemy army!
  Fighting girl Augustina, writing to the coronavirus troops, fired a bazooka with a strawberry nipple and yelped:
  - I am the beauty of death!
  And Svetlana will hit us with a bang, like a coronavirus. And with her bare toes she'll run at the Nazis, class of bacilli, and yelp:
  - For the USSR in a new light!
  Natasha spanked again, using her ruby nipple to press the button. And it was beautiful. And quite aggressive.
  Natasha noted with a laugh:
  - We think we can and do everything!
  Zoya objected with a smile:
  - Not all of them! We can't catch the main bacillus!
  Natasha remarked with a sigh, slashing at the enemy with her bare heel:
  - We'll catch Megbacilla too! He's old, he'll die soon too!
  Zoya laughed and replied:
  - Another one might come, even more rabid!
  Augustina, cutting down the coronaviruses that were crawling in large numbers, also slapped them with a raspberry-colored nipple from a bazooka and squealed:
  - Everything will be fine, girls! I'm sure of it!
  And she added, kicking the gift of death with her bare heel and tearing apart the coronaviruses.
  - Evil is not infinite!
  Svetlana logically noted, mowing down the advancing fighters of the Coronavirus Empire:
  - Our country will become more glorious and modern!
  And just like with coronaviruses, it will just hit.
  And this is her aggressive understanding and colossal power.
  Girls, of course, can do a lot when they are angry and even more when they are kind.
  Albina and Alvina fight very fiercely in the sky.
  Albina shoots down a plane belonging to the Coronavirus Air Force and coos:
  - The goddess Lada is for us!
  Alvina shot down a coronavirus attack aircraft and noted:
  - Goddess Lada is a Deity with a capital D!
  These are truly the girls. And extremely cool.
  And Helga, from her attack aircraft, is still bashing the coronaviruses on land. And she's a very capable fighter. And she so deftly took the turret off a coronavirus tank with a precise hit.
  This is a girl...
  And he coos:
  - For the construction of communism throughout the world!
  Albina noted, while tweaking coronaviruses with great precision:
  - For the best Soviet minds!
  And it will also cut off the coronavirus machine.
  These girls are probably of the highest order.
  Alvina, while thundering against coronavirus, logically noted:
  - We can do anything - and we will show it to everyone!
  And knocked down another coronavirus contraption.
  Girls are what is the highest class.
  But a boy can also be a very good fighter.
  Especially if it's an immortal boy.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko sang with great enthusiasm:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Communism,
  We love you, our native country...
  We will destroy the joys of fascism,
  Even if Satan attacks us!
  And the boy will once again slash at coronaviruses with swords. And then he'll perform a fan-like windmill. And with his bare toes, he'll take and hurl a very lethal gift of death.
  to the enemy.
  This guy - let's just say he's a super guy!
  Margarita Korshunova, slashing at the advancing coronaviruses and throwing death-dealing gifts at the enemy with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - Beyond Russian borders beyond Shanghai!
  Oleg Rybachenko, chopping down the enemy, nodded vigorously:
  "We'll still have our borders beyond Shanghai. But the enemy is especially strong in numbers!"
  Margarita Korshunova agreed with this:
  - The enemy is very strong! But we will still win!
  And with his bare toes he launches the deadly gift of death.
  Oleg Rybachenko, writing about coronaviruses, quite sensibly noted:
  - Our army will be in Fedichkin!
  Margarita Korshunova agreed:
  - I hope so! If we don't bleed to death in the process!
  The boy terminator answered confidently:
  - Our victory is inevitable!
  The warrior girl, throwing a lemon with her bare foot, agreed:
  - I believe it! I really believe it!
  And like a warrior, she just laughs.
  And then the immortal children suddenly started whistling in unison. Their whistling made many thousands of crows faint. And they, losing consciousness, fell to the ground.
  coronaviruses and pierce their skulls.
  And they drill holes in the heads of the soldiers of the infectious coronavirus empire. And they drive the enemies into the grave.
  After whistling, Margarita noted with a laugh:
  - You and I are just like the Nightingale Robbers!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded in agreement:
  - Just like nightingales!
  And the boy burst out laughing...
  And again the immortal children whistled. And the crows felt great pain. They lost consciousness and fell like raindrops. And a mass of coronaviruses were killed.
  After which the children sang in chorus:
  - Black warrior in the face of death,
  The victim awaits at midnight...
  Believe better than anyone else in the world,
  We will bury you in the ground!
  These kids are truly what it takes! And they're a real fighter.
  Oleg Rybachenko swung two swords, decapitated seven coronavirus soldiers at once, and sang:
  - It"s not for nothing that I"m known as a strongman,
  Seven with one blow!
  Margarita Korshunova, dissecting coronaviruses, noted:
  - We will be the first on Mars, and everywhere else!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having once again slashed coronavirus, noted:
  - We will be the first everywhere!
  And she threw a lethal grenade at the bare feet of a boy of about twelve years old.
  Thus, children, gifted immortality by the Russian gods, fight desperately and bravely. And they act with colossal energy.
  So there is a chance that coronaviruses will be destroyed.
  Both Alice and Angelica destroy coronaviruses with sniper rifles.
  And they do it accurately.
  And they throw grenades with their bare toes.
  Alice pressed the button with her scarlet nipple, causing the bazooka to go off and scatter a mass of coronaviruses.
  The girl chirped:
  - I'm the coolest!
  Angelica pressed her ruby nipple, expelled a mass of coronaviruses, and squealed:
  - No! I'm the coolest!
  And the warriors whistled. And thousands of stunned crows fell on the heads of the coronaviruses.
  After which the girls began to sing:
  - We will go into battle boldly,
  For the power of the Soviets...
  We will erase coronaviruses -
  To this song!
  That was really cool.
  The girls started beating the coronaviruses even more vigorously. And they used magical plasma. And the coronaviruses started turning into chocolate bars. Filled with condensed milk, honey, and jam, no less. And how beautiful and militant it was.
  Pippi Longstocking was a tough warrior. And coronaviruses weren't a hindrance to them. And it all happened so beautifully. And instead of coronaviruses, there were glasses of ice cream covered in chocolate crust and vanilla, and something so fragrant, beautiful, and incredibly appetizing and tempting! This is wonderful, covered in chocolate sauce, and cherries, and pistachios, and candied fruit.
  Pippi Longstocking, overjoyed, burst into a stream of winged aphorisms:
  The girl is not afraid to run barefoot through the snow, she is afraid that the groom might turn out to be a dumb clod, shod up to his ears!
  A soldier at war becomes younger and more mature at the same time, a politician in a behind-the-scenes struggle grows old and matures, simultaneously descending to the level of a wild beast!
  A soldier is a conscript and becomes a professional in war; a politician knows no time limits and is a professional in claiming victory!
  A soldier must be a flint, but not a stone-hearted one; a politician has long had a stone heart, but has the hardness of rubber!
  A good soldier in battle is like the Devil - he needs to put out the fire, a skilled politician is like Satan himself in his meanness, and he is a typical hose in keeping his promises!
  A soldier may die on the battlefield, but it is better than to perish under a stream of sweet lies from the lips of politicians in peacetime!
  He who is born a warrior will die a hero, he who becomes a politician is already a dead scoundrel and a walking corpse!
  Politics is when you say one thing, mean another, do a third, and the result is a fourth, but it still backfires and remains an abomination!
  In politics there are no brothers, but plenty of poor relatives; no fairy-tale princes, but an abundance of naked kings; no truth, not even for a moment, but enough lies for more than one generation!
  Love comes when you least expect it, politicians stick when you don't call!
  Love knows no age, politicians can do any dirty trick!
  A politician is a monster posing as a handsome man, but no amount of fancy armor can hide his pig snout and wolf fangs!
  A soldier is also a monster in some way, because he kills on the battlefield, but unlike a politician, he is on equal terms, while the voter is always the loser!
  A woman wants love and happiness for herself and her family, a politician is primarily interested in harming others and is obsessed with the love of money!
  A woman is like a rose: an alluring scent, a striking appearance, sharp thorns, but what does a politician resemble, striking with his stench, wretched appearance, and the prickliness of a cactus?
  A woman is the embodiment of beauty and purity, even if not always perfect, but a politician will always be the epitome of meanness and ugliness!
  A barefoot boy doesn't misbehave and pick pockets as often as a politician does nasty things and plays dirty!
  The child loves to play with guns, but he is adorable; the politician loves to rattle them, but instead of fear, he inspires disgust and laughter!
  Scientists say that man descended from apes, and although a politician is a typical primate, especially for successful people, he is related to the jackal!
  Man has a divine creative nature, but is crucified by politicians who are simply devilish by nature and create chaos!
  A politician is the Devil incarnate, not the ruler of hell, but the creator of the underworld on Earth, in which devils get out of control and create chaos!
  A soldier's judge is God and time, but a politician is a scoundrel even without a trial, and his lawlessness knows no time limits!
  A soldier does not seek peace, and a storm does not beckon either, a politician will bury his exploits, a very envious parasite!
  A soldier is sometimes a reluctant warrior, and he doesn't want to kill, but he fulfills a sacred duty to the Motherland, while a politician is a voluntary traitor who enjoys making a fool of himself and not fulfilling his obligations to voters!
  A soldier solves puzzles in battle, a politician builds cunning combinations, but cannot resolve the matter peacefully!
  A politician is a general who, instead of epaulettes, wears the card shoulder straps of a fool, while being a fox himself!
  A soldier can lose at cards, but a politician, even without playing, wears shoulder straps of sixes!
  A soldier is a pretty cool fighter when he's got his head together, but a politician is just a pig, he'll get a sparrow from an eagle!
  A soldier knows what fear is, but overcomes himself; a politician knows what honor is, but twists it to suit himself!
  If a woman isn't afraid to show off her bare legs and doesn't allow herself to be put in boots, then she was born with a caul!
  A warrior who won't let himself be skinned three times over is born with a silver spoon in his mouth!
  Woman, don't be ashamed to walk barefoot, be afraid to end up under the heel of a felt boot!
  If you don't want to swallow the blade's edge, then acquire a sharp mind and steely endurance!
  The point of a fool's sword may pierce the body, but only the sharp word of a wise man can truly strike the heart!
  A soldier is a devil with a pure heart, a politician claims to be God but is filled with dirty thoughts!
  Don't be ashamed of your nakedness, woman, in search of a prince-man, shame yourself for marrying a naked king!
  A woman who can skin a man three times with her bare feet was born with a silver spoon in her mouth!
  A woman who was born with a shirt on her back, with her naked flesh, puts shoes on a man, even if he is not a complete fool!
  It is more important for a woman to be born with a caul than to receive a luxurious dress from a naked emperor!
  It is better for a woman to walk naked than to allow herself to be skinned three times by a full-booted man, it is better for her to be barefoot than to be shod with a blunt boot!
  If a barefoot woman, baring her breasts, receives applause, and not insults and whistles, then she was born with a caul and will not let anyone put shoes on her!
  Women's weaknesses turn into attractive forces, and if a man shows weakness, he will be pushed into a swamp of powerlessness!
  A woman must be able to forgive if she wants to be successful, and a man, if he wants to achieve something, must not give himself a break!
  The eagle's place goes to the one who can sing like a nightingale and not count crows!
  He who counts many crows is completely wingless and has no beak!
  He who sells his homeland for gold is not worth a penny and will be covered in the rust of betrayal under the noble metal!
  By robbing your descendants, you will be ruined to the point of emptiness, since everything will drown in the bottomless pool of the crimes of the past!
  A warrior must be wise as an owl, brave as an eagle, and not count crows in battle, lest he end up a plucked chicken!
  It's not a problem when you're young, it's a complete disaster when you lack brains and ingenuity at any age!
  A boy wants to be a soldier and go to war to become a hero, a politician wants to be a commander, sit in the rear, and commit a mean act!
  The soldier wants porridge with meat, but gets birch porridge from the commanders and a rotten pig put under his plate by the politicians!
  In battle, you need not only a sharp bayonet and a steel saber, but also a sharp mind and nerves of steel, with the golden hands of an inventor!
  The people need not a monarch on the throne, but a king in their heads; not the silver speech of politicians, but silver rubles in their wallets!
  Intelligence and courage, like husband and wife, give birth to victory only in pairs, and the godmother of any success - luck, will not be a third wheel at all!
  Youth is green but sweet, old age is bitter and moldy, and a woman is like a fly to sweetness, illness is like a gadfly to old age!
  It's better to be a young voter than an old politician. Youth also falls for sweet talk, but it can't stand being lied to!
  In youth, any undertaking goes smoothly, but in old age and idleness, it stalls!
  In youth there is more joy from work than from idleness in old age, so let us drink to the fact that youth does not end without any work!
  A girl is beautiful in her youth, a spoon for dinner, and a politician in the grave!
  Boys with bare heels are happier than adults who have been skinned by politicians and completely shod from the ears!
  A girl is better off barefoot than in high heels if she had to lower herself morally for them!
  CHAPTER No 17.
  Okay, that's where Pippi Longstocking's memories and dreams ended. The girl and her crew had effectively finished destroying the Japanese fleet. Building a new one would take a long time, so Tsarist Russia under Nicholas II effectively won the war.
  The only question now is: will the Romanov Empire stop there or will it try to conquer Japan as well?
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - Do the Japanese want to become a Russian province?
  Oleg answered confidently:
  - Not yet! But we'll convince them over time!
  Annika noted:
  "If Russia invades Japan, that would be too much. Everything needs to be fair!"
  Tommy, the boy, stamped his bare, childish foot and noted:
  "Really, why should we help an aggressive empire, one in which an absolute monarchy conquers the entire world? Well, in this case, Japan was the aggressor, we took revenge, and let the Tsar and the Mikado make peace!"
  Margarita objected:
  "If we leave Japan behind Russia's lines, then during the First World War, it will strike us in the back! No, we should land troops and turn the Land of the Rising Sun into part of the Russian Empire!"
  Pippi Longstocking suggested:
  - Then let's vote!
  Oleg objected:
  - These children don't have superpowers. They don't have the right to vote!
  Annika objected:
  - Why is that!? And you're a child too!
  Margarita objected:
  - We only look like children! But in reality, both Pippi and I are much older than we look!
  Tommy replied pompously:
  - Heroism has no age!
  Oleg shrugged and remarked:
  - It is better to have one king on one planet than a hundred lesser tyrants!
  Pippi Longstocking noticed:
  - Maybe this is better, but... People should have freedom of choice and the right, among other things, to live in a separate state!
  Annika confirmed:
  - Exactly! It's like a shared house, but everyone has their own apartment, which is much more convenient!
  Oleg suggested:
  - Then let's toss a coin! If it's heads, we continue the war and take control of Japan, and if it's tails, we end it and make peace!
  Pippi doubted:
  - I know these tricks, with your skills it will come up heads!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Then let Tommy quit. She doesn't know how to cheat!
  The girl stamped her bare feet and replied:
  - So, I'm ready!
  Oleg scratched his smooth forehead and remarked:
  - You know, let's fly to the universe where the Livonian War is going on for now. We'll toss the coin later!
  Pippi nodded sweetly:
  - Yes, yes! Where are we going? There are two bifurcation points there: the Battle of Chashniki and the Siege of Polotsk. We've already been to both. Where's the third point?
  Oleg noted:
  There was the siege of Reval by Ivan the Terrible. If the city had been taken, Livonia could have been subjugated. Another option was the election of Ivan the Terrible as King of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. And also the Russian army's march on Riga. Then, too, there were enormous opportunities for Russia! And for the Slavs as a whole, with their unification, a single state!
  Margarita answered with a sweet look:
  "And the siege of Reval was a good moment. Although the Battle of Chashniki was even better: the first time the Russian army suffered a defeat during the Livonian War!"
  Pippi Longstocking objected:
  "There was already a battle at Chashniki! Why keep helping Russia-it's also an imperial predator! Maybe it's better to help someone else!"
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  "Russia is a unique empire. It was distinguished by its particular resilience, and by the fact that its national minorities were not particularly eager to leave! And who are you proposing to help?"
  Pippi replied with a sweet look:
  "There are various options! For example, helping the Roman Empire? It's also a highly civilized empire, after all, and it has Roman law-they're not savages, they respect human rights!"
  Margarita noted with a chuckle:
  - And if only we could get back to the times of Nero or Caligula! That would be really funny!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  "Why isn't that an idea? Maybe during the time of Julian the Apostate! And let's say Rome became pagan again! I wonder what the world would be like!"
  Oleg nodded with a smile and replied:
  - And I've already changed this world! Should I tell you?
  Pippi Longstocking nodded:
  -Come on, it will be interesting and cool!
  Here he found himself next to Julian the Apostate. The renowned Roman emperor found himself in a difficult situation during a battle with the Parthians. But Caesar's heirs fought bravely and drove back the Parthians. But the emperor himself, surrounded by a small force, desperately tried to break through to his own side.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped out onto the hot sand. The boy-terminator immediately realized this wasn't quite a dream, especially since the blisters on his soles, still not quite healed, began to ache. But there was no time to think-he had to save the emperor!
  The young ranger, with a single blow from a flying leap, knocked down five Parthians who had already surrounded the emperor. Then, Oleg Rybachenko, deftly seized both swords and entered the fray. The first four Persian warriors fell, their heads severed. Then the boy threw a dagger with his bare fingers, and it twisted in flight, slitting the throats of three archers.
  Oleg Rybachenko exclaimed joyfully:
  - This is a man's battle!
  Then he launched a decisive offensive. His swords swung like a lawnmower. They cut down everyone in sight, slicing through the Persians' limbs. A major Parthian commander, trying to reach the emperor, lost his own hand. And then his head.
  Oleg Rybachenko hurled five daggers at once from a helicopter, cutting down an entire line of archers. Then he yelled:
  - Fortune's hour! It's time to play!
  And his swords decimated the Parthian army. The army's leader, King Indaemon of Persia, stared wide-eyed. The half-naked, muscular boy cut down everyone in sight, littering every approach to Julian with corpses. Never before had the ruler of Parthia seen such a fierce fighter. And the fact that he was merely a beardless youth inspired serious fear.
  Suddenly, the truly pagan gods decided to aid Ancient Rome, and instead of retreating, Julian brought the ancestral religion back to Earth! And now it's either Hercules or Hercules' son who's fighting the Parthian army.
  And Oleg Rybachenko grew increasingly enraged. He hurled heavy, sharp objects. He stabbed and struck at the enemies of Ancient Rome, and his swords seemed like irresistible bolts of lightning. The boy-terminator inspired the rest of the Romans. Shouting: "Hercules! Hercules is with us!" They rushed at the Parthians, doubling and tripling their forces. The emperor himself fought.
  Julian was only slightly above average height, but well built and handsome. He was only thirty-two years old at the time of his death, and it's unknown what would have awaited the Roman Empire had the apostate lived longer. But now, it seems, the Parthians have given way and are beginning to retreat.
  And the rest of the Roman army added to the fervor. King Indaemon attempted to turn the tide of battle, and with a select thousand immortals, he advanced into battle. But this was his fatal mistake.
  Oleg Rybachenko noticed a very large man-taller than Valuev, wearing a crown and shoulders like a wardrobe clad in golden chainmail. And the boy, seeing how they listened to this ruler's orders, realized it was time to act. He picked up the Persian's dropped bow. He quickly drew it back with his foot, nearly snapping the string. Then he released the arrow, mentally following its flight.
  And as it sped past, the barbed sting pierced the Parthian king's neck, severing his carotid artery. And the enormous ruler, weighing one and a half, perhaps even two hundred kilograms, fell from his cart elephant.
  The king's death was certainly a crushing blow to the army. Especially when a younger heir, like Oleg Rybachenko, attempted to assume command and shot an arrow at him. As a result, this enemy, too, was pierced by the scorpion. The Romans, seeing the emperor eager for battle, now cried out: "Apollo, Apollo is with us!"
  And Oleg Rybachenko beat the Parthians with his hands and feet.
  And this barbarian army fled en masse. Now the Romans were pursuing Parthia, and in this wolf-like race, forgiveness and mercy were out of the question. Woe to those who flee, and doubly woe to those who flee from the Romans.
  The Eastern army melted away before our eyes, while the Latin regiments, legions, and cohorts were relentless. Iron-clad and strong, they smashed and tore everything in sight, and slaughtered nobles...
  CHAPTER No 5
  Oleg Rybachenko approached at the emperor's beckoning. He looked at him kindly. People in ancient times were a bit shorter than they are in the twenty-first century, so Oleg looked about fourteen or fifteen by Roman standards. That is, he could already be considered a man, albeit without a beard. Julian glanced at his scratches and bruises and asked with a broad smile:
  - Are you a god?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered honestly and fairly:
  - I am a human!
  Julian sighed heavily and also answered sincerely:
  - It's a pity... It's a great pity!
  The boy-terminator was angered by this and he responded harshly:
  - There's nothing to feel sorry for! Man, that sounds proud!
  Julian nodded approvingly and patted the boy on the shoulder:
  - Well said! A man sounds proud, and he must be proud, and not clay in the hands of a potter!
  The army murmured approvingly. The field priest began preparing a pagan service to celebrate the victory. Julian decided to revive the old cults. One of them was the worship of Jupiter, Mars, and Mithras. Although it was clear that the pagan faith needed modernization. Various ideas were proposed. After all, there was already a doctrine about the Elysian Fields-a paradise for warriors and heroic men, learned men. So why not make it the official doctrine? Submit to the emperor, distinguish yourself in service, and receive a harem in the afterlife, where you can hold splendid feasts, remaining eternally young and strong! So why would the elite need the doctrine of Christ?
  Oleg Rybachenko, who also did not particularly like traditional Christianity, noted:
  - Man is the smith of his own happiness, and the potter of his own success!
  Julian extended his hand to the boy, shook it firmly and offered with all sincerity:
  - Be my son and heir! You are wise beyond your years, and you possess superhuman strength!
  After which, the emperor pulled the Caesar's ring from his belt. This ring is typically given to the person he chooses as his successor, and it is usually a sign of adoption.
  Oleg Rybachenko put the ring on his index finger and said with enthusiasm:
  - I hope to prove worthy of the fate of becoming the emperor's son...
  Julian routed the Parthian army and once again laid siege to their well-fortified capital. Oleg Rybachenko's arrival was greeted with joy. The Roman emperor kissed the boy and lifted him above himself with his strong arms, saying:
  - Thank the gods! I was already thinking that you were dead!
  Oleg, realizing that the truth was not so easy to explain, replied:
  - To be honest, your majesty, my real father is Apollo and he sometimes takes me to Olympus and other worlds so that I don"t get too used to people!
  The Emperor, known in real history as an apostate, was surprised:
  - Have you seen Olympus?
  Oleg Rybachenko, like all intellectually developed boys, loved to compose and therefore readily confirmed:
  - Yes!
  Julian exclaimed in admiration:
  - And I saw Jupiter!
  The boy knight, smiling broadly with his pearly teeth, replied:
  - My grandfather Jupiter sends you his regards! And wishes you success!
  The Emperor shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the gods! May they bring victory!
  The boy heir immediately suggested not to delay the assault, since the area was devastated all around and it was too difficult for the Roman troops to obtain food and drink.
  Oleg, armed with the finest Roman bow, which he had even improved, set out to hunt. It was best to plan the assault while keeping an eye on the fortress itself and killing enemies along the way.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired from a distance at a warrior with scarlet feathers on his helmet. A cloud of arrows flew at the boy in response. But the young warrior paid them no mind-they were just missing him anyway-and calmly picked off his opponents, walking briskly, occasionally breaking into a run, as he circled the wall.
  The city was indeed large, only slightly smaller than Rome, and surrounded by high walls. Trajan the Great and many other conquerors failed to take it. Yet this was, in fact, Parthia's main power. Conquer it, and your dominion, Rome, could extend as far as India.
  Oleg noticed that the city walls were almost everywhere large, thick, and crenellated. Taking such a city would require many long ladders, and it's not guaranteed you'll find them. The defenses are somewhat weaker where the city is washed by a river, where the current is turbulent. It's possible to divert the river, but it would take at least two months of hard work. So, what other options are there?
  For example, blow up the wall and break through the breach! It's the simplest way, but it requires explosives. But there's a sizable forest near the city. And with a little skill, explosives can be made from... sawdust, adding simple minerals and salts. And with his bare heels, the boy felt that these kinds of minerals and salts were present in the soil.
  The best place to undermine the highest part of the wall, where the largest number of enemy soldiers are concentrated, is at hand. Now the Parthians will regret ever daring to attack Rome.
  Oleg Rybachenko, having shot four quivers, returned to the camp and joyfully reported to Yulian:
  "The gods have shown me how to take the fortress! But let your warriors serve in our ritual!"
  The Roman Emperor gave strict orders:
  - Obey my son as you obey me!
  And the troops, having seen Oleg Rybachenko in action, barked a greeting in response. And the young Tsarevich was busily issuing orders. A ton of sawdust must be mixed with minerals, and then a powerful bomb from ancient times will result. It should be far more effective than gunpowder, and no worse than nitroglycerin. This was truly the idea of a young Terminator. Oleg himself chopped down the forest and ground the logs into shields and sawdust.
  Believing in the will of the gods, the Roman army worked harmoniously, efficiently, and energetically. Sawdust and powerful wooden shields were quickly assembled. However, the Parthians attempted a sortie. Oleg Rybachenko joyfully brandished two swords, and the cavalry struck from behind an ambush. A couple thousand Persians were surrounded. A young knight kicked their leader in the jaw, causing him to lose a ton of teeth. Then his pair of swords began to work as if they were razors. And the Parthians found themselves trapped, surrounded by the most valiant army in the world.
  Yes, many barbarians fought in the Roman army now, but this made it stronger, having absorbed both fresh blood and new combat techniques.
  Oleg Rybachenko was more successful than others at this slaughter. And the boy deliberately splashed into large pools of blood to splatter the Roman warriors. They loved it, as if they were receiving divine grace, strength, and good fortune from the son of Apollo himself.
  Just as many in Rome rejoiced at the return of the old pagan cults, and prayed to Fortuna with great pleasure. Christianity, however, seemed too hostile to life's pleasures and therefore unattractive. Moreover, would there even be a paradise? And has anyone living in the fourth century even seen the resurrected Christ?
  And their gods are simple, understandable, human... And no one put up any serious resistance to the revived cults!
  And now the Rice warriors, even though half of them are not Latins, but barbarians, enthusiastically carry out the orders of the Emperor and his Son and the Son of Apollo.
  Enough sawdust and minerals had already been prepared during the night. Oleg Rybachenko didn't wait until dawn, but ordered the wagon to be moved immediately to the central point of the enemy's defense.
  And the captured Parthian horses, carrying their deadly cargo, raced toward the kings' tower. They were urged on, their pasterns and legs scorched with flaming torches and blows from long whips. And although the Persians opened fire indiscriminately into the night, it was already too late.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in order to amplify his voice, shouted through a huge copper horn:
  - May the name of the Gods be fulfilled! May Jupiter be at our aid!
  The blast was so powerful that it knocked helmets off Romans' heads even a couple of miles away. But the Parthians suffered a thousand times more. The blast threw their main shelters higher, and the walls heaved. Hundreds of Persian soldiers were killed outright, and even more were maimed...
  Oleg Rybachenko, who was also thrown by the blast wave, fell to his knees but immediately jumped up. The young knight barked again:
  - And now to the attack, friends! For the glory of our God Apollo!
  And he rushed forward first, his bare, boyish heels flashing, their blood-caked dust clinging to them. And behind him rushed the entire Roman army, innumerable, at least in the nightmare.
  Oleg was the first to reach the Parthian positions and quickly climbed under the collapsed wall. The young terminator was in a frenzy of excitement. He cut down everyone in sight, though it was already clear the Parthians had lost the ability to put up a real fight. Their fighting spirit had plummeted, and any desire to resist the Romans had evaporated. But still, the slaughter continued, and the real slaughter was underway.
  Oleg Rybachenko, waving his swords and cutting another clearing, sang a whole ballad:
  I am a knight of Rome and the sword...
  The Lord has called me to battle!
  The world suddenly got an executioner,
  And you better praise Svarog!
  
  We decided to revive the great dream,
  That man has become as strong as God!
  And they fell in love with wisdom and beauty,
  Which embodies the impulse of hearts into metal!
  
  No, Caesar was not a pagan,
  He knew no equal in battle...
  And Rome with radiant glory,
  Challenges fear-satan!
  
  All will turn to dust,
  But only the spirit is immortal!
  Let us find strength in words,
  Which we cannot say out loud!
  
  Believe me, a person is not a corpse,
  The best is in him, he always lives...
  The ray of glory has not faded...
  A star of love in the hearts!
  
  And what is blood,
  She gives us life...
  From pain there is love,
  And hold on to it!
  
  Believe that you are not weak,
  And he was strong in soul!
  Let the slave perish in the flesh,
  We can handle the bridle!
  
  When you overcome cowardice,
  And the wild horror will disappear...
  Then you soar above the rooftops,
  Counting the faces of the gods!
  
  Olympus will come and light the fire,
  And there will be radiant light...
  But don't touch the weak hero,
  An ophthalmologist's client...
  
  Who tramples a small worm,
  He himself is worthless in heart!
  And my great passion,
  Two sprigs of pepper under the tail!
  
  In short, Belobog, come,
  I will become Apollo...
  We'll cross out the zeros with a pen,
  Millions are behind us!
  The capital of Parthia had fallen, and the Roman flag now flew over it. Oleg Rybachenko took the key to Asia in his strong hands and approached Emperor Julian. Julian thanked his heir and handed it back to him, saying, "Glory to Apollo."
  Julian builds a new capital. Oleg also began to produce... Here he met Emperor Julian again. The Parthian kingdom, which had caused the Romans so many problems, and Julian, already called the Great, decided to rebuild Babylon.
  The appearance of Oleg Rybachenko, the emperor's adopted son and considered the son of Apollo, was perceived by the Romans as a sign from the gods.
  The Vestals showered rose petals before the boy. Oleg trampled them with his bare feet, proudly thrusting out his chest as he strode along like a triumphant cavalier. The petals tickled his bare heels pleasantly, and it lifted his spirits. Julian shook the boy's hand, calloused from his military labors, saying:
  "Oh, my son! I've ordered a golden statue of you cast from the treasures captured from the Parthians, with emeralds for eyes! Since you're the son of Apollo, you're like the god of beauty and martial arts himself!"
  Oleg Rybachenko answered modestly, crossing his arms over his muscular chest:
  - I am just like a god, being a human!
  Julian nodded to the boy and announced:
  - In your honor and in honor of the beginning of the revival of Babylon, we will organize gladiatorial fights!
  Oleg said sincerely:
  - Less bloodshed! Our gods demand not sacrifice, but courage and bravery!
  Julian agreed with this:
  - So be it! But those Parthians who did not submit must die in gladiatorial combat, so as not to cause further trouble for Rome!
  Rybachenko Jr. responded to this:
  "Let the gods decide their fate! Just don't let women and children participate in this!"
  Julian answered ambiguously:
  - Those who are not dangerous to us will not take part in the dance of death!
  The statue, cast for Oleg Rybachenko, was even taller than life-size, and his emerald eyes glowed. In his hands, the boy-god held two swords with steel blades and ruby-adorned hilts. The sculpted muscles were perfectly faithful to the original.
  Then there was a sumptuous feast, and during the feast, the first gladiatorial fight took place. The combatants were two carefully washed and oiled Parthians. They charged at each other with swords. The larger of the two took several sword blows to the chest and stomach and collapsed on the sand. The fight was brief, and almost all the Romans, dissatisfied with the outcome, nodded their heads in disapproval-"Finish him off!" Oleg refrained. He didn't want to appear either cruel or merciful.
  The Parthian shamelessly stabbed his compatriot to death. That, in fact, was the end of the gladiatorial performance. Only toward the end of the feast, when Julian, like Nero, sang, were warriors called to the lists again. This time, the fight was between two teenagers.
  They fought for quite a long time, inflicting numerous wounds on each other. Finally, completely exhausted, they pierced each other's chests with their swords and froze.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked with displeasure:
  - You, father, promised that there would be no children in gladiatorial fights!
  Julian responded decisively, slamming his fist on the table:
  - These aren't even children! They're already fourteen!
  This outcome caused some disappointment among the Romans, and they booed the dead combatants.
  CHAPTER No 18.
  Oleg didn't object. He himself didn't consider fourteen-year-olds children. If a boy can already be with a woman, then he's not a child!
  The gladiatorial fights began the next day.
  The Parthians fought each other. They were furious, attacking and stabbing. Much blood and sweat was shed.
  In the very first battle, there were twenty men on each side. Those who came out first wore green loincloths, and those who came out second wore yellow ones. The battle was a back-and-forth affair. The greens prevailed, with only three of them remaining standing, and even those were seriously wounded.
  The second fight turned out to be slightly less bloody than the first.
  This time, there were fifteen men on each side. Some wore orange armbands, others blue. Heavy boots slammed against the sand. The gladiators themselves were half-naked, many hairy, making the spectacle quite barbaric and tense. The orange gladiators seemed to be the stronger, though overall the fight was competitive. Blows were exchanged fiercely, and blood dripped.
  Both sides swayed like waves in a breeze.
  The orange ones proved stronger, with five of them remaining standing. The Romans showed no mercy to the blue ones who fell and were killed.
  The battles raged on a grand scale. For example, there were three lions and five Parthians with blunt swords. It was a bloodbath... This time, luck smiled on the lions; besides, the animals were spared, and the swords given to the captives were short, rusty, and long unsharpened.
  Then the teenagers entered the ring, armed only with daggers. There was so much squealing, screaming, and biting. They were locked in an embrace, stabbing each other with the daggers, butting heads, and kicking. The boys were so enraged that they didn't even care who was on which team. They simply killed each other, maimed each other, and finished each other off on the spot.
  One of them even tore out the other's perfection, causing the latter to die from severe pain shock.
  It's brutal and disgusting, yet bloody and captivating at the same time. You experience a mixture of excitement, pleasure, and disgust as naked, sweaty, bloodied, and cut-up teenagers tear each other apart with weapons and bite each other.
  In ancient times, children were born in large numbers, and a large number of boys participated in gladiatorial combat. They were less valuable commodities and less of a source of pity. Young slaves often fought completely naked, and always barefoot.
  Female gladiators are also almost always barefoot, with the exception of the most famous among them. These girls, to emphasize their higher status, wear elegant sandals.
  Slaves are not allowed to wear shoes at all until they reach adulthood. Only in freezing temperatures are they given rough wooden shoes to prevent the valuable livestock from freezing to death. And if the child is naturally strong and can withstand the snow, it is preferable to leave him without a tunic. To look less like slaves, the children of free Romans, and especially patricians, wear sandals or slippers, and boots in cold weather.
  Oleg Rybachenko, as the son of the god Apollo, was, of course, above such prejudices. But some Parthian captives, looking at the boy in shorts sitting next to the emperor, apparently mistook him for an honorary dermatologist and began whispering.
  Oleg's hearing is very keen, and it's unpleasant to think about you like that. Two half-naked slave girls approached the prince and began to give the boy's bare feet a pleasant massage. It's so nice to be touched by Asian girls. Apparently they were also captured slaves in conquered Parthia.
  Only one of the teenagers remained on his feet, although he, too, could not stand upright due to numerous wounds and was on all fours.
  The next battle was a little more exotic. Four crocodiles against twenty Parthians with sticks. And only one of them had an axe. The alligators rushed at the prisoners, who hit them back with sticks. Some Parthians fled. The crocodile is a very terrifying animal. Its jaws snapped, and the Parthian, bitten through, died in its teeth.
  Another warrior has already lost his legs, another his arms. And the gladiator eats crocodiles with great relish.
  A tall Persian with a hatchet slashed at the alligator. The alligator didn't even react: its skin was so tough. He batted away everything in sight and rushed to devour anyone caught in his fangs.
  A bloody mess appeared and began to spread across the sand and gravel.
  Oleg Rybachenko began to flirt with the slave girls... And then he moved back.
  Pippi Longstocking exclaimed:
  - Now let's help Ivan the Terrible!
  Oleg whistled:
  - Wow! Have you changed your mind? Do you still want to save the empire?
  Margarita slapped her bare, chiseled foot and chirped:
  "Supermen are saving the empire! Although, Ivan the Terrible's reign isn't an empire yet, and it's not quite Russia. But what can I say-an empire is being built, after all!"
  Annika noted:
  "But really, why not call it an empire? Muscovy during the time of Ivan the Terrible was already a large country. Larger than the Austrian or Japanese empires, for example, so it's perfectly possible to call it that!"
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Right! So let's skip the fuss and unnecessary arguments. Will the siege of Reval do?
  Pippi Longstocking objected:
  - Not the best idea! Remember, before the Livonian War, there was the Russian army's march on Vyborg?
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, there was such a skirmish! An episode that not everyone knows about or paid attention to!
  Pippi nodded:
  "Now, let's help Ivan the Terrible take Vyborg! Then Russian troops will have a stronger foothold on the Baltic Sea!"
  Annika giggled and replied:
  - Really? Are you crazy? Vyborg is a Swedish city! And we're Swedes, so you want to give our city to Russia?
  Tommy nodded:
  - Exactly! Ivan the Terrible fought against Sweden! So did Peter the Great! It would have been better to help Charles XII than the Russian Tsar!
  Pippi Longstocking nodded and replied:
  - And I was the one who helped Charles XII, should I tell you?
  The children exclaimed in chorus:
  - You are welcome!
  And the warrior with pigtails began to weave a story.
  Thanks to the intervention of Carlisle and the barefoot girl Pippi Longstocking, the Swedish king survived Norway's destruction, instead capturing it. As a result, Norway joined the kingdom. Carlisle, the eternal boy, and Pippi Longstocking created a hologram of a huge, transparent bird, in the form of a dove with a laurel branch. And Norway surrendered to Charles XII and joyfully accepted his rule.
  However, Sweden, exhausted by the war with Russia, could no longer continue, and a peace treaty was signed. Tsar Peter agreed to formalize the territorial acquisitions as purchases at considerable cost and to supply the Swedes with large quantities of grain annually free of charge.
  The war was over, but Charles XII thirsted for revenge. He gathered and built up his forces. And so, in 1737, when the Russian army was distracted by the war with Turkey, Charles XII's vast army took and besieged Vyborg. The fortress city was well defended and had a strong garrison.
  But this time, Carlson decided to help the Swedish king.
  And so a fat boy with a motor infiltrated the Russian fortress. He did it using an invisibility cloak, and the best protection against dogs is leopard fat.
  And so the boy wizard broke into the gunpowder storehouse and lit the fuse on the barrel. Then he left the basement.
  The fuse burned out, and suddenly there was an explosion. The wall collapsed along with the central radiator, leaving a colossal hole.
  After which, the Swedish army launched an assault. It was swift and fierce. But the Russian army was no longer able to effectively resist. And Vyborg fell. The path to St. Petersburg was open.
  And Charles XII's army laid siege to the Russian capital. Along the way, he was joined by some nobles, disgruntled by the autocracy and hoping that life would be easier and better in Sweden, a more democratic country with a parliament.
  A battle took place in the field. On one side was the Russian army, on the other the Swedish.
  The Russians were commanded personally by Biron, and the Swedes by Charles XII.
  The outcome of the battle was uncertain. The Russians still had the numerical advantage, albeit not by much. But once again, the fat boy from Stockholm, Karleseon, intervened. And once again, his intervention had a negative effect on the Russians. Besides the eternal boy Karleseon, there was also a girl, Gerda, who also wielded magic. She wore a ring on each toe of her bare feet.
  The blonde girl had once defeated the Snow Queen and now wanted to help her Swedish brothers.
  And her bare feet were not afraid of either snow or hot coal.
  And so these child wizards unleashed a wave of terror on the Russian cavalry. And the horses took fright and began to run away. The Cossack and hussar ranks mingled and clashed, stabbing each other with spears and sabers.
  And then the Swedes added grapeshot, and mowed down a ton of Russian infantry.
  Next, the Swedish lancers entered the fray. Charles XII launched an artificial maneuver, outflanking the Russians and attacking their rear.
  Carleson, waving his magic wands, fired pulsars at the Russian army and sang:
  May Sweden be beautiful,
  The greatest of countries...
  It's simply dangerous to deal with us,
  We are truly hurricane children!
  In some ways, Carleson truly is a child, though he's already several centuries old. And his father is a dwarf, and his mother is a mummy. And he can live for thousands of years in the flesh. And as we know, humans have an immortal soul, which can live forever, unlike the body.
  Even now, thousands of murdered souls are rushing to heaven, where the Almighty God and the saints will judge them.
  And people are dying in large numbers. Charles XII is already getting on in years. Thirty-seven years ago, he routed Peter the Great's numerically superior army at Narva. And now he's doing it again. Only this time, he has the strength of Carleson and Gerda on his side. And these children truly can work miracles.
  And then Pippi Longstocking returned. Also perpetually barefoot, with red hair that sparkled like the flame of the Olympic torch.
  Although these child wizards are bad for Russia. But Gerda is Danish, and Karleson is Swedish, like Pippi, and they can be understood. And why shouldn't Baba Yaga appear on the Russian side? Are we witches or not, are we patriots or not?
  But in this case, somehow, neither a wood goblin, nor a water spirit, nor Baba Yaga, nor a kikimora appeared from the Russian side.
  And the Russian army led by Biron was defeated. And Charles XII captured St. Petersburg. Then Anna Ioannovna moved the capital to Moscow and attempted to continue the war.
  Charles XII, having gathered his forces, began an invasion into the depths of Russia. The situation was exacerbated by the ongoing war with the Ottoman Empire.
  And the Crimean Khan attacked the southern regions of Russia, devastating Tula, Ryazan and Kyiv.
  The Ottoman troops then marched on Astrakhan. This time, they were well prepared and were able to lay siege to the city. They had powerful artillery that reduced houses and walls to dust. Meanwhile, Charles XII approached Moscow. The decisive battle took place near Russia's second capital.
  And then Carleson and Gerda, and with them the Swedish girl Pippi Longstocking, they all rushed at the Russian army in unison. And they started waving their magic wands.
  And then there were Pippi and Gerda-those eternal girls-snapping their bare toes, each wearing a ring with a magical artifact. And a terrible storm arose, blinding the Cossacks and hussars. They turned back and trampled their own infantry underfoot. Now that was truly hellish darkness.
  And Pippi and Gerda hurled artifacts at the enemies, literally piercing them. And then Carlson raised a monstrous storm. And stunned crows began falling into the sky, piercing the heads of Russian soldiers.
  And the girls, with their bare toes, launched fiery pulsars, and sang:
  We are the children of Sweden with the fate of Napoleon,
  Although barefoot even in snow, frost...
  Girls don't care about the cop laws,
  Because Christ brought grace!
  
  I want to tell the hypocrites that you are just nasty,
  You condemn us all in vain...
  We girls are big bullies,
  Even Karabas doesn't scare us!
  
  Each of us is not just a child,
  Or simply put, he really is a superman...
  And Pippi's voice is very clear,
  I know the boy won't have any problems!
  
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Even though our feet are dirty and bare...
  And our business is the business of creation,
  In the name of our beautiful Sweden!
  
  We children, you know, are not cripples at all,
  And the warriors of the Holy Land...
  Let us glorify our Motherland, believe me, forever,
  In the name of our Swedish family!
  This is the kind of showdown the eternal children staged. And how hard things were for the Russian army soldiers.
  True, this time, the Tsar's army had a pair of wood-goblins on its side. They tried to send animated, walking trees toward the Swedes, waving their branches and roots threateningly.
  But Pippi and Gerda snapped their bare toes, and the trees burst into blue flame. Their leaves literally charred and pollinated. And the terrified trees, tormented and shaking with fear, fell upon the Russian troops. Now that was some fun.
  And the wood-goblins were in trouble. Then Carleson conjured up a large cage. And both bearded creatures found themselves in it.
  They were really pinned down... And the Russian army was under attack from three dangerous children from Scandinavia. It's no wonder they are descendants of Vikings. And when the Swedish lancers appeared in the rear, the outcome of the battle was decided.
  After the defeat on the Field of Mars, Tsarist Russia made peace with Sweden.
  They had to cede all the lands previously conquered by Peter the Great, as well as Novgorod and Pskov, and pay a huge tribute to the Scandinavians.
  What woe to the vanquished?
  But Tsarist Russia managed to recapture Astrakhan from the Turks. A period of peace ensued. Anna Ioannovna was succeeded by Ivan VI, still an infant, and then followed by Elizabeth Petrovna.
  And so she began preparing for a war of revenge against Sweden. Charles XII launched a war in Europe to reclaim his empire's former possessions and even expand them.
  At first, the Swedes, with the help of Carleson, Gerda, and Pippi Longstocking, were successful. But then Charles XII attacked Denmark. Gerda turned against him. Carleson and Pippi also up and ran away. Mighty Britain entered the war against Sweden. And soon after, Prussia, where the great monarch Frederick II reigned. By this time, Charles XII had grown old, decrepit, and no longer quite so brilliant.
  Kazakhstan also joined Tsarist Russia, and it became larger and stronger.
  And a large army began by laying siege to Novgorod. And then Baba Yaga flew in on a mortar. And started showing off all sorts of tricks and gimmicks.
  As soon as he waves his broom, a thousand Swedes will fly into the air at once, and then they will start spinning and turning.
  Baba Yaga just went and growled:
  - But pasaran!
  And then he'd twirl the broom again. And then the kikimora added in, now that was some fun. The year was 1754, and the King of Sweden was in his seventy-second year.
  He didn't have the strength or energy. In short, Russian troops stormed Novgorod with the help of Baba Yaga and the kikimora.
  Pskov found itself cut off; its garrison chose to surrender without a fight.
  After which, Russian troops laid siege to Narva. Meanwhile, in Europe, the Prussians and the British were battling the Swedes. And then the French joined them.
  Alexander Suvorov distinguished himself in the storming of Narva, and that fortress also fell. Tsarist Russia demonstrated its might, and under Elizabeth Petrovna, a revival took place. Russian troops recaptured both Riga and Reval in 1755. Then Vyborg was captured. The war with the Swedes continued. In Europe, the last Swedish stronghold fell in 1757, and they agreed to a shameful peace. The war with Russia raged for some time, until December 1758. Then, finally, Charles XII, who had lived seventy-six years-a considerable age by the standards of the time-died. His grandson concluded a peace, ceding all the territories the Swedes had managed to conquer under Anna Ioannovna, plus a little more.
  And so the war ended. Carleson and Pippi Longstocking never intervened, and thus, one could say, they committed treason. However, the wood-goblins, Baba Yaga, and kikimoras played important roles, and even a water spirit showed up towards the end. And it was great. The only thing was that when the Russian troops tried to march on Stockholm, Pippi Longstocking waved her magic wand and fire-breathing feathers rained down on the Russian ships, burning the Russian squadron.
  After which, Elizabeth Petrovna made a hasty peace. Three years later, she died, and Peter III ascended the throne, but that's another story.
  Oleg and Margarita exclaimed:
  - Hyperquasaric! And Carleson is right here!
  Afterwards, the barefoot team decided to take a break from saving the world and play football! They took the magic carpet and landed on land, choosing a suitable lawn.
  Oleg and Margarita on one side, and Pippi Longstocking, Annika, and Tommy on the other. Although there are certainly not enough kids, and it's not very comfortable to play, it's still a shame.
  The children nevertheless tossed the ball and laughed. It was fun. After all, the body influences the mind, and even when you're old but your flesh is young, you still have fun.
  Oleg remembered one alternative.
  Peter the Great didn't die in 1725; indeed, he enjoyed the health and strength of a hero, despite his bad habits. Continuing to wage war in the south, the great tsar conquered all of Iran and reached the Indian Ocean. There, on its coast, the city of Port began to be built. Then, in 1730, there was a major war with Turkey. It dragged on for five years. But Tsarist Russia conquered Iraq, Kuwait, Asia Minor and the Caucasus, and Crimea and its border towns.
  Peter the Great, as they say, consolidated his position in the south. In 1740, a new war with Turkey erupted. This time, Istanbul fell, and Tsarist Russia conquered the Balkans and reached Egypt. Vast territories came under Tsarist rule.
  In 1745, the tsarist army marched on India and incorporated it into the great empire. Egypt, Ethiopia, and Sudan were also captured. And in 1748, Tsarist Russia captured Sweden and Finland.
  True, the Tsar had grown decrepit-still, he was quite old. And he desperately wanted to find the apple of youth, so he could conquer the world in time. Or the water of life. Or any other potion. Like Genghis Khan, Peter the Great wanted to become immortal. Or rather, Genghis Khan was also mortal, but he sought immortality, though he failed.
  Peter promised the title of duke and a dukedom to the physician, scientist, or sorcerer who could make him immortal. And so the search for the elixir of immortality, or eternal youth, began across the world.
  Of course, there were a whole bunch of charlatans who offered their potions, but they were tested on elderly guinea pigs and, in case of failure, executed.
  But then a boy of about ten came to Peter the Great and secretly entered the palace. He told the tall old man that there was a way to restore his youth. In exchange, Peter the Great would have to renounce his throne and power. He would become a boy of ten and be given the opportunity to live his life anew. Was the Tsar ready for this?
  Peter the Great asked the boy in a hoarse voice:
  - What kind of family will I be in?
  The barefoot boy in shorts replied:
  - None! You'll be a homeless boy, and you'll have to find your own way in life!
  Peter the Great scratched his bald forehead and replied:
  "Yes, you've given me a difficult task. A new life, anew, but at what cost? What if I become a boy for three days to think about it?"
  The boy in shorts replied:
  - No, three days - only three hours for a trial!
  Peter the Great nodded:
  - It's coming! And three hours will be enough to figure it out!
  The boy stamped his bare foot.
  And then Peter felt an extraordinary lightness in his body and jumped up. He was a boy now. True, he was barefoot and in rags, but he was a healthy, cheerful young man.
  And next to him was a familiar, fair-haired boy. He extended his hand. And they found themselves on a rocky road. It was snowing wetly, and Peter was almost naked and barefoot. And it was dreary.
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, Your Majesty! Such is the fate of a poor boy!
  Petka then asked him:
  - What's your name?
  The boy replied:
  - I'm Oleg, what?
  The former king stated:
  - It's okay! Let's go faster!
  And the boy began to pad along with his bare, rough feet. Besides the cold and dampness, he was also plagued by hunger. It wasn't very comfortable. The boy-king asked with a trembling voice:
  - Where can we spend the night?
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - You'll see!
  And indeed, a village appeared ahead. Oleg had disappeared somewhere. Peter the Great, now a boy, was left completely alone. But he headed for the nearest house. He jumped to the door and pounded on it with his fists.
  The owner's gloomy face appeared:
  - Where do you need to go, degenerate?
  Petka exclaimed:
  - Let me spend the night and give me something to eat!
  The master snatched up a whip and lashed the boy across his nearly naked body. He suddenly began to scream. The master lashed him again, and Peter took off running, his heels glistening.
  But that wasn't enough. They unleashed an enraged dog on him. And how it pounced on the boy.
  Petka ran as fast as he could, but his dog bit him a couple of times and tore off pieces of meat.
  How desperately the boy-tsar screamed in pain and humiliation. How stupid and vile it was.
  And then he crashed head-on into a cart full of manure. A shower of excrement rained down on him, covering him from head to toe. And the manure-slurry stung his wounds.
  Peter screamed:
  - Oh, my God, why is this happening to me?
  And then he came to. Oleg stood next to him; he looked a little older, about twelve years old, and the boy sorcerer asked the king:
  - Well, your majesty, do you agree to this option?
  Peter the Great exclaimed:
  - No! And get out of here before I order your execution!
  Oleg took a few steps, passed through the wall like a ghost and disappeared.
  Peter the Great crossed himself and answered:
  - What a demonic obsession!
  The great Tsar and first Emperor of All Rus' and the Russian Empire died in 1750. He died after living a rather long life, especially for those times when they didn't even know how to measure blood pressure, during a glorious and successful reign. He was succeeded by his grandson, Peter II, but that's another story. His grandson had his own kingdom and wars.
  CHAPTER No 19.
  After defeating Japan, it wouldn't hurt to take a break. But the Tsarist regime and Nicholas II decided that the samurai would likely demand revenge. War with Germany and Austria-Hungary was inevitable. And it was better to wage it with the Japanese as subjects-the extra soldiers wouldn't hurt. So, as the saying goes, let's smash. And so the landings began.
  And so the landings began. There weren't enough steamships or transports. Longboats were used, and supplies were transported on cruisers and battleships, and many other means were used. The Tsar ordered the use of the merchant navy in the landings.
  The Russian troops repulsed the samurai onslaught, which attempted to drive them from the bridgehead. But the Tsarist army held firm, and the massive attack was repelled with heavy losses.
  During the assault, the witch girls chopped with sabers and threw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  They're certainly in the most dangerous positions. And then they started firing machine guns. Every bullet hit the target.
  Natasha fired, threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - There's no one cooler than me!
  Zoya, firing a machine gun, threw a gift of death with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  Aurora, continuing to fire from machine guns, and jumping up, snapped back and said:
  - For great Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to harass the enemy, bared her teeth and threw a grenade with her bare heel, aggressively:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  Pippi Longstocking waved her magic wand, and under the influence of her magic, the Japanese soldiers began to turn into lush flowers.
  The girl chirped:
  - I'm the strongest in the world, I'll wipe out my enemies!
  Annika is also armed with a magic wand and turns samurai into cheesecakes, liver, and gingerbread.
  The little girl squeals:
  - For holy Sweden!
  And clicks his bare toes!
  As a result, new transformations occur.
  Tommy also performs miracles with a magical artifact. And imagine Japanese soldiers shaped like ice cream glasses.
  A boy of about ten years old exclaims:
  - These are the stars of Swedish communism!
  The warriors continued to strike and pound. They were so full of energy. They fired at each other and crushed the advancing samurai.
  He has already killed thousands, tens of thousands of Japanese.
  And the defeated samurai run away... The girls are really lethal against them.
  And the Russians, with bayonets, cut up the samurai...
  The assault is repelled. And new Russian troops are landing on the coast. The beachhead is expanding. Not bad for the Tsarist Empire, of course. One victory after another. And Admiral Makarov will also be helping with his guns, sweeping away the Japanese.
  And now Russian troops are already advancing across Japan. And their avalanche is unstoppable. They are hacking at the enemy and stabbing them with bayonets.
  Natasha, attacking the samurai and cutting them with sabers, sings:
  - White wolves form a pack! Only then will the race survive!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes!
  Zoya sings along, with fierce aggression. And, kicking her bare feet, she too sings something unique and powerful:
  -The weak perish, they are killed! Protecting sacred flesh!
  Augustine, shooting at the enemy, chopping with sabers, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeals:
  - There is a war in the lush forest, threats are coming from everywhere!
  Svetlana, firing and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, took and squealed:
  - But we always defeat the enemy! White wolves salute the heroes!
  And the girls sing in chorus, destroying the enemy, throwing the deadly with their bare feet:
  - In the holy war! Victory will be ours! Forward the imperial flag! Glory to the fallen heroes!
  Pippi Longstocking snaps her bare toes and performs wondrous transformations on the Japanese soldiers. And already, vases of flowers stand in columns.
  The terminator girl roars:
  - I really became a celebrity!
  The girl Annika waves her magic wand and agrees:
  - Definitely so!
  And she clicks her bare toes. Miracles and amazing transformations happen.
  Tommy also waved his magic wand first, magically transforming the Japanese into chocolate-covered ice cream. And the boy snapped his bare toes, causing pistachios to rain down-wonderful.
  And he said:
  - Tsar Nicholas - win very bravely!
  Oleg Rybachenko is also fighting. This barefoot boy is launching something very destructive with his toes. And then he hits you like a hyperblaster.
  After which he will sing:
  We will be able to raise great Rus' from its knees,
  Russia will become a superpower again...
  And the Russian flag will shine over the planet,
  Let's give people happiness, peace, love!
  Margarita Korshunova, this feisty girl, also clicks her bare toes. She performs wondrous, fairytale-like transformations and sings:
  Nicholas the Great Tsar,
  Defeats the samurai...
  You fight and hold on,
  Let's make our Fatherland a paradise!
  And again the girls shoot and sing with a deafening howl:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us! The white wolves are crushing the enemy! The white wolves salute the heroes!
  The girls walk and run... And the Russian army moves towards Tokyo. And the Japanese die, and they are mowed down. The Russian army moves. And one victory after another.
  And then they have a few adventures, and Anastasia, too, with a battalion of barefoot girls. And Skobelev is right there.
  So it made sense to conquer Japan entirely. And troops were transferred to the mother country.
  The girls and their battalion engaged the samurai on land. The girls met the samurai with well-aimed shots, sabers, and grenades thrown with their bare feet.
  Beautiful Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For the Tsar and the Fatherland!
  And fired at the Japanese.
  The magnificent Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For the First-Called Rus'!
  And she also nailed the samurai.
  Then the red-haired Augustine gave a slap and squealed:
  - Glory to the Mother Queen!
  And it also pierced the enemy.
  Anastasia also struck, launching a whole barrel of explosives with her bare feet, scattering the Japanese far and wide:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  And Svetlana fired. She swept away the Japanese and delivered a devastating lemon with her bare heels.
  She shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - To new frontiers!
  Natasha took a jab at the Japanese and squealed:
  - For eternal Rus'!
  And she also chopped at the samurai:
  Excellent Zoya took it upon herself to hit the Japanese. She threw a grenade at the enemy with her bare foot and squealed:
  - For a united and indivisible tsarist empire!
  And the girl whistled. It was obvious the teenager had grown much larger: high breasts, a narrow waist, and fleshy hips. She already had the figure of a mature, muscular, healthy, and strong woman. And her face was so youthful. With difficulty, the girl suppressed the urge to make love. Just let them caress. And better yet, with another girl; at least she wouldn't take her virginity.
  Pippi Longstocking fights very aggressively. She shows her fangs. She also waves her magic wand and snaps her bare toes. And the samurai turn into chocolate barrels filled with honey.
  The warrior exclaims:
  - Forward to Tokyo!
  Annika also produces a wonderful effect. Her magic wand is like a meteor. And her bare toes click.
  The warrior sings:
  There will be a city not on Venus,
  The Bolsheviks rose up...
  And to spite the cool chimera,
  The Swedish regiments have risen!
  Tommy also makes some cool bends while fighting. And the little boy's bare toes do something incredible and unique.
  The young warrior exclaims:
  - For cool communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko isn't wasting any time either. His hyperblaster is pounding the Japanese, frying some and transforming others.
  The Terminator boy squeaked:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground! Under the onslaught of steel and fire!
  The girl Margarita energetically confirmed, crushing the enemies and clicking her bare toes on her childish, nimble feet:
  - Yes, we did fly! And that's awesome!
  Cool Zoya nimbly tosses grenades at the Japanese with her bare feet. And she's quite successful.
  Augustina is a very redhead and also very beautiful. And in general, the girls in the battalion are so wonderful, simply the highest quality.
  Augustine throws a grenade with her bare foot and chirps:
  - Let Great Russia be glorious!
  And it also spins.
  What girls, what beauties!
  Anastasia is also jumping around. She's a big girl-two meters tall and weighs one hundred and thirty kilograms. She's not fat, though, with sculpted muscles and the rump of a draft horse. She loves men very much. She dreams of having a child. But so far, it hasn't worked out. Many are simply afraid of her. And she's a very aggressive girl.
  It's not her men who ask, but she who brazenly pursues them. Without shame or embarrassment.
  And she likes it. Being an active party.
  Anastasia is also a remarkable warrior, and has accomplished many heroic deeds. Anastasia commands their battalion.
  He also throws a grenade with his bare foot and shouts:
  - There will be light over the country!
  Svetlana throws a lemon with her bare foot and whispers:
  - Glory to Rus'!
  The magnificent Zoya also makes a throw with her bare toes and roars:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  Augustine squeals:
  - With unearthly sadness!
  And a gift thrown by a bare foot also flies.
  Oleg Rybachenko, jumping and kicking the samurai in the chin with his bare heel, squeals:
  - Banzai!
  Then Anastasia starts howling. She also throws a whole bunch of grenades with her bare feet.
  And the heroic girl roars:
  - In the Name of the White God!
  Natasha also sent a grenade with her bare toes and yelped:
  - In the name of Christ!
  And she fired a couple of shots.
  And Anastasia started firing the machine gun. She was very skilled at it.
  In short, the girl is a beast.
  Barefoot Natasha squeaked with aplomb:
  - I'm a superman!
  And she threw the grenade with her bare foot.
  Barefoot Zoya also fired. She shot down the Japanese.
  Chirped:
  - Glory to Russia!
  And with her bare foot she launched a grenade.
  Augustine also squealed:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Anastasia launched a whole crate at the Japanese. And then she started roaring with frenzied rage:
  - For Svarog!
  Natasha took it and squeaked:
  - For a new system!
  And she threw a grenade with her bare foot!
  Svetlana bleated:
  - To the muscles of steel!
  And she also launched a grenade with her bare toes.
  Barefoot Zoya also started squealing:
  - For love and magic!
  And bare feet in motion.
  Augustina the red-haired devil took and launched the box of grenades and squealed:
  - Beyond the borders on Mars!
  Anastasia will also throw a barrel of dynamite and mutter:
  - For the world order of Russia.
  And Natasha barked:
  - Here's to a new path to happiness!
  After which the girls burst out laughing.
  Pippi Longstocking is on a furious attack. And her magic wand works wonders. And again, incomparable transformations. And there were soldiers, and now there are chocolate and vanilla candies.
  The warrior squeaks:
  - Hyperquasar cock-a-doodle-doo!
  Annika also shows her highest level of determination, performs miracles and exclaims:
  - Megawatts and ducats!
  Tommy also does something unique. His magic wand is in constant motion.
  Terminator Boy says:
  - This will be a great step! The bald donkey will die!
  Oleg doesn't waste any time either. He takes a whistle from his bosom and blows into it. A wonderful sound emerges. The boy stamps his bare heel on the cobblestones and squeals:
  - There's a Russian spirit here! It smells of Russia here!
  Margarita clicked her bare toes. The luxurious glasses were recreated, and raisins and cotton candy began to pour out. The girl squealed:
  The Great Tsar Nicholas-
  He will build Paradise on Earth!
  Pippi Longstocking took the stocking and said:
  - It's not a problem if the king is a sadist, it's worse if the people are masochists!
  And this is so great! The girls are wonderful!
  The troops of Tsarist Russia were moving towards Tokyo.
  The Russian army stormed Tokyo.
  A boy and a girl walked in front: Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita.
  The children exterminated the Japanese and advanced toward the imperial palace. The Mikado solemnly declared that he would not leave the capital and would remain there forever.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired a burst at the samurai and threw a grenade with his bare foot, squealing to himself:
  - Rus' will never surrender!
  Margarita also threw a lemon with her bare foot and hissed, baring her teeth:
  - We win or we die!
  Pippi Longstocking flashed her lengthening swords and exclaimed:
  - Russians don"t die!
  Annika adjusted her bare toes by snapping them and releasing a deadly pulsar:
  - No, the Swedes don"t die!
  Tommy is a small but already quite muscular boy, he twirls two magic wands and squeals:
  - Our path to tsarism will be a merry one!
  And a battalion of girls breaks through to the Mikado's palace. All the girls are in uniform, wearing only panties. And so, almost naked, they fight like heroines.
  Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - Nikolai, you are the Mikado!
  Natasha also launched a gift of death with her bare limb and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - Our king is the coolest!
  And how she sparkles like pearls! And such a dazzling girl.
  Barefoot Zoya also chirps with delight and launches a grenade with her bare foot:
  - I am a winner in psychology!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  He crushes his samurai.
  Augustine, that red-haired devil, shoots too. And she does it so accurately. She mows down the Japanese.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to my holy country!
  And bares his teeth!
  Svetlana is also a powerful woman who can just take and launch a whole box of explosives.
  And the Japanese flew in all directions.
  The girls go on the offensive, crushing their opponents, achieving tangible success. They exude a formidable grace, tireless drive, and a lack of weakness. And their bare breasts are the best guarantee of invincibility and unsinkability.
  Oleg even noted:
  - This is somehow not very decent!
  Margarita noticed with a chuckle:
  - And this is already post-moderation!
  Pippi giggled and sang:
  Sweden is a beautiful country,
  There is a lot of freedom in it...
  Somewhere Satan settled,
  And the hellish den is dug up!
  Annika squealed:
  - Mikado will be ours!
  And she snapped her bare toes, her childish, chiseled feet!
  Tommy, having mowed down a whole line of Japanese, chirped:
  - For great and awesome victories! Glory to Sweden!
  Anastasia, cutting down the Japanese, chirps:
  - Hands of oak, head of lead!
  And with his bare foot he throws a grenade. Scatters the samurai.
  Half-naked Natasha also fires.
  Crushes the Japanese and blows them to pieces.
  Closer and closer to the palace. And a bare foot throws a grenade.
  The frightened Japanese surrender and fall apart.
  Terminator Girl says:
  - May Perun be with us!
  Barefoot Zoya, a gorgeous terminator girl, shoots herself and crushes the militarists. She bared her teeth.
  The girl croaked:
  - We are the knights of the greatest Russia!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare foot, scattering the enemy.
  Cool Zoyka took it and sang again:
  - Suvorov taught us to look ahead! And if we stand up, stand to the death!
  And she bared her teeth in a grin.
  Fiery Augustine also sang and roared:
  - To new frontiers!
  And she added with a grin:
  - And we are always ahead!
  Svetlana, the mighty girl, also struck the enemy. She scattered the imperial guard and squealed:
  - For the achievements of the era!
  And again, grenades thrown by bare feet fly.
  The girls are pressing the enemy. They remember the heroic defense of Port Arthur, which will be remembered for centuries.
  Eh, how could such an army lose in real history, and to the Japanese at that?
  This is a disgrace.
  Anastasia throws a grenade with her bare foot and whistles:
  - Beyond the Russian border!
  Natasha also launched something deadly with her bare foot and squealed desperately, baring her teeth:
  - To new successes!
  And she fired a burst at the Japanese.
  And then Zoya, barefoot, just went and started smashing. And then she even threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  And after that she sang:
  - We will not give in to enemy dictates!
  And she bared her little face!
  A beautiful, very young girl with the figure of an athlete. And quite courageous.
  And Augustine hits the Japanese like a bomb. She crushes them, and with her bare foot she very deftly throws a grenade.
  And scatters enemies as if bottles had flown off a ball.
  The girl cries:
  - Chocolate, that's our thing!
  Augustine really does love chocolates. And under the Tsar, the markets are filled with goods. What can be said about Tsar Nicholas? Now, the unsuccessful Tsar is becoming great before our very eyes. Or rather, the Tsar has gained Putin's fortune; Putin himself, on the contrary, has become as unlucky as Nicholas II. But then, the deeds of the Romanov Tsar are becoming great! And all it takes is for the girls to fight on the front lines and for Oleg Rybachenko to perform a heroic deed.
  And a pair of child heroes who prevented the Japanese from capturing Mount Vysokaya. When the fate of Port Arthur was being decided.
  And so the Russian Empire changed.
  Pippi Longstocking, turning samurai into plants, noted:
  - The planet is bouncing like a ball! We'll be able to hit you back!
  Svetlana also launched a barrel of murder and brought down the outer wall of the imperial palace with machine guns.
  Now the girls are running through their rooms. The war is about to end.
  Anastasia says enthusiastically:
  - I believe that good luck awaits me!
  And again he throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  Natasha, laying down deadly fire, chirps while embroidering her opponents:
  - I'll definitely be lucky!
  And again a grenade, launched by a bare foot, flies.
  And then barefoot Zoya unleashes a couple of chained bombs, launched from her bare feet, and destroys her opponents.
  After which he bursts into laughter:
  - I'm a comet girl.
  And again he throws out fiery tongues of death.
  And then along comes Augustine, that terminator girl. The way she just wiped everyone out. Simply magnificent.
  A warrior who is a true demiurge of battle.
  And squeaks to himself:
  - Our crew is in high spirits!
  And then Svetlana showed up. So cool and sparkling. Her boundless energy infects everyone. Capable of defeating virtually any enemy.
  And the warrior bares her pearly teeth. And hers are bigger than a horse's. Now that's a girl.
  Svetlana giggled and roared:
  - For eggplants with black caviar!
  And the girls screamed in chorus at the top of their lungs:
  - Apple trees will bloom on Mars!
  Oleg Rybachenko exclaimed:
  - And even Jupiter will become habitable!
  Pippi exclaimed with a smile:
  - Yes, gravitons will be converted into electricity and hypercurrent, I know it!
  Annika took it and snapped her bare toes, and made cakes out of the samurai, and muttered:
  - Superman-like aspirations!
  The Mikado hesitated to commit hara-kiri and signed the capitulation. Tsar Alexei II was declared the new Emperor of Japan. At the same time, the Land of the Rising Sun was preparing a referendum on voluntary unification with Russia.
  The war is almost over. The last units are stockpiling their weapons.
  A battalion of girls lined up the prisoners. The men were required to kneel and kiss the girls' bare feet. And the Japanese did this with great enthusiasm. They even enjoyed it.
  Of course, they're such beauties. And it doesn't matter that their feet are a little dusty. It's even nicer, and more natural. Especially when they're tanned. And so rough.
  The Japanese kiss bare soles and lick their lips. And the girl likes it.
  Anastasia remarks with pathos:
  - And who claimed that war is not for women?
  Natasha giggled in response:
  - No, war is the sweetest of all times of anticipation for us!
  And she stuck out her tongue. How wonderful it really is to be kissed so humiliatingly.
  They kiss Zoyka's bare, round heel too. The girl squeals with delight:
  - That's so great! I'd like a continuation!
  Red Augustine warned:
  - Remain a virgin until marriage! And you will be happy about it!
  Barefoot Zoya giggled and said:
  - Glory be to my holy land! Innocence only brings pain!
  The girl bared her face.
  Svetlana noted proudly:
  - I worked in a brothel. And I don't need virginity!
  Barefoot Zoya asked, giggling:
  - And how did you like it?
  Svetlana sincerely and decisively stated:
  - It probably couldn't be better!
  Half-naked Zoya said honestly:
  - Every night I dream about a man taking possession of me. It's so wonderful and pleasant. And I don't want anything else.
  Svetlana suggested the girl:
  - After the war, you can go to the most prestigious brothel in Moscow or St. Petersburg. Believe me, you'll like it there!
  Half-naked Zoya burst out laughing and remarked:
  - This is something to think about!
  Natasha suggested:
  - Maybe we should rape the prisoners?
  The girls laughed at this joke.
  In general, the beauties here are temperamental. And terribly amorous. War makes girls aggressive. The warriors continued to offer their bare, dusty feet to the captives for kissing. They liked it.
  Then, more interesting performances began. Fireworks exploded into the sky. And it was quite fun. Music played, drums beat.
  Tsarist Russia conquered Japan. Which, by and large, was expected. The Russian army enjoyed a very high reputation. There was a lot of singing and dancing by barefoot Japanese women.
  Everything is beautiful and rich... In Russia itself, there is also jubilation over the victory. Of course, not everyone rejoiced. For Marxists, this was a crushing blow. The Tsar's authority was strengthened. And his chances increased. Public support was colossal.
  After conquering Japan, Russia continued its policy of expansion into China. Voluntarily, Chinese regions held referendums and joined the empire. Russia's most successful tsar, Nicholas Romanov, pursued a highly successful policy of Russian expansion in the southeast. China was gradually being swallowed up.
  The economy of the Tsarist Empire, having avoided revolutionary upheavals, experienced a rapid economic boom. Roads, factories, plants, bridges, and much more were built. The country sold grain and a wide variety of food products.
  It produced the world's most powerful bombers: the Ilya Muromets and Svyatogor, and the fastest light tanks, the Luna-2. And it had a massive three million soldiers-a peacetime army five times larger than Germany's.
  Tsar Nicholas truly pulled a lucky draw. Now Russian troops are beginning their assault on the Japanese capital. And it's all so wonderful.
  The girls here are, of course, ahead of everyone else, and their drive and exploits are at a great height.
  Especially when they throw grenades with bare feet. This generally causes shock and awe among samurai.
  And here they are, climbing the wall of the Japanese capital. And chopping men and horses into pieces. They've smashed their opponents into pieces. They advance, the girls screaming and laughing! And with their bare heels they kick people in the chins. The Japanese fly head over heels. And fall onto their stakes.
  And the warriors wave their sabers even more powerfully.
  And the samurai suffered defeat after defeat. Now the Russian troops have taken Tokyo.
  Five child warriors slap their bare feet and say:
  - It's even a pity that such a fairy tale is ending!
  Mikado runs in fear, but he can't escape. And so the girls take him prisoner and tie him up!
  A magnificent victory! The Japanese Emperor abdicates in favor of Nicholas II. The title of Russian Tsar is significantly extended. Korea, Mongolia, Manchuria, the Kuril Islands, Taiwan, and Japan itself become Russian provinces. Although Japan enjoys a small, limited autonomy, its emperor is Russian, an autocratic Tsar!
  Nicholas II remains an absolute monarch, unlimited in every way. He is the Autocratic Tsar!
  And now also the Emperor of Japan, Yellow Russia, Bogdykhan, Khan, Kagan, and so on, so on, so on...
  CHAPTER No 20.
  Yes, luck was the main factor. Just notice how much luck Putin managed to conquer! The twenty-first century, alas, isn't exactly conducive to conquest!
  And what good does it do Russia that Putin's enemy McCain died of brain cancer? It's certainly a stroke of luck; you couldn't even dream up a plot to have your enemy die such a nasty and unpleasant death!
  But the return for Russia is zero.
  But for Nicholas II, Putin's good fortune and good fortune resulted in major territorial gains. And really, why would fortune give Putin gifts? How did Russia benefit from Sobchak's timely death and the avoidance of the appointment of head of the Constitutional Court?
  And Tsar Nicholas II of All Rus' was an extraordinary figure. Naturally, after such a great victory, his power and authority were strengthened. This means some reforms can be implemented. Particularly in Orthodoxy! Allowing nobles to have four wives, as in Islam. And also granting soldiers the right to a second wife as a reward for heroic deeds and faithful service.
  A fine reform! Since the number of non-believers and foreigners in the empire has grown, the number of Russians must increase. But how can this be done? By recruiting women from other nations. After all, if a Russian were to marry three Chinese women, he would have children with them, and what nationality would these children be?
  Of course, Russian on our father's side! And that's great! Nicholas II, possessing a progressive mind, was more religious in appearance than in soul. And, of course, he put religion at the service of the state, and not the other way around!
  Nicholas II thus strengthened his authority among the elite. This was something the men had long desired. He also accelerated the Russification of the outskirts.
  Well, the priests didn't object either. Especially since faith had weakened in the twentieth century. And religion served the Tsar, without much faith in God!
  But military victories made Nicholas popular with the people, and those accustomed to authoritarianism were reluctant to change much. The Russians had never known any other kind of government!
  And the economy is booming, wages are rising. Ten percent growth every year. Really, why change?
  In 1913, for the Romanovs' tercentenary, Tsar Nicholas II once again reduced the workday to 10.5 hours, and on Saturdays and days before holidays, to eight hours. The number of days off and holidays also increased. The date of Japan's surrender, the Tsar's birthday, the Tsarina's birthday, and the day of the coronation were also celebrated as holidays.
  After it was discovered that the heir to the throne suffered from hemophilia, Tsar Nicholas took a second wife. Thus, the question of succession was resolved.
  But a major war was looming. Germany dreamed of redividing the world. However, Tsarist Russia was ready for war.
  In 1910, the Russians annexed Beijing and expanded their empire. Britain agreed to this in exchange for an alliance against Germany.
  The Tsarist army was the largest and most powerful. Its peacetime strength reached three million and a thousand regiments. Germany had only six hundred thousand in peacetime. Then there was Austria-Hungary, but its troops were incapable of combat!
  But the Germans are still planning to fight France and Britain. How can they possibly manage two fronts?
  The Russians have the world's first mass-produced Luna-2 light tanks, as well as four-engine Ilya Muromets bombers, machine-gun-equipped Alexander fighters, and much more. And, of course, a powerful navy.
  Germany has no equal forces.
  And the Germans even decided to attack, into Belgium and bypass Paris. There was absolutely no chance for them here.
  But the war began anyway. Germany made its fateful move. And its troops advanced on Belgium. But the forces were unequal. Russian troops were already advancing across Prussia and Austria-Hungary. And the Luna-2 tank, with a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, is already a colossal force.
  And mind you, Tsar Nicholas was lucky that the war started. Even the Tsar himself wouldn't have attacked Germany. But the Russians had a vast, overwhelming superiority in forces, tanks, superior artillery, and superior air power in both quantity and quality. And a stronger economy, which helped them avoid the recession caused by the revolution and defeat in the war. And so it was, a steady rise and success after success.
  The Germans were clearly under attack. And now they themselves have launched their main attack against France and Britain. And what else could they do?
  And Italy went and declared war on Austria-Hungary! The only good thing is that Turkey entered the war against Russia. But that's even better for the Tsar; he can finally take back Constantinople and the Straits! So...
  And then there are the four witches, the eternally youthful Rodnovers Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana, in battle! And they're going to hit! They're going to hit both the Germans and the Turks!
  But of course there is also Pippi Longstocking, and along with her Tommy and Anika, and these children also use their formidable and very cool magic wands.
  And then Pippi Longstocking goes and hits the enemy with a pulsar. And bits of German soldiers fly in all directions.
  The girl exclaims:
  - Checkmate!
  Annika also hits the enemy with something extremely deadly, and at the same time turns the Kaiser's men into chocolate bars.
  After which he chirps:
  - Sweden is cooler than Germany!
  Tommy, this boy who also became a real terminator and is the coolest fighter, muttered:
  - We are invincible!
  And he waved his magic wand.
  Oleg noticed, making a windmill with his swords and cutting down the Germans:
  - And really, competing with us is like kissing sharks!
  Margarita giggled, cut at the Kaiser's men and noted:
  - Kissing sharks isn't so bad!
  After which the children burst out laughing.
  Then they shoved their bare toes into their mouths and whistled deafeningly. And the terrified crows, suffering a massive heart attack, fell to the ground, piercing the Germans' heads with their beaks.
  Pippi Longstocking muttered:
  - This is lovely!
  Annika corrected herself by launching a boomerang disk with her bare toes:
  - It would be more correct to say - hyperpulsar!
  Tommy countered, waving his wands and performing transformations:
  - More precisely, hyperquasar!
  And the children snapped their bare toes. As a result, a literal rain of chocolate drops and caramels rained down on the Germans. Marmalade and chocolate bars also fell, along with drips of condensed milk and vanilla, and many other sweet and fluffy things.
  Writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko woke up. As always, the young witch-sorceress fulfilled her promise, giving Nicholas II the fortune of Vladimir Putin, and now Oleg Rybachenko must fulfill his. Awakening was not easy. A harsh whip struck his boyish body. He jumped. Yes, Oleg Rybachenko is now a muscular boy, chained by his arms and legs. His body is tanned to the point of blackness, lean and sinewy, with defined muscles. A truly strong and resilient slave, with tough skin so hardened that the overseer's blows cannot cut it. You run with the other boys to breakfast, rising from the gravel where the young slaves sleep completely naked and without blankets. True, it is warm here, a climate like Egypt. And the boy is naked, only chains. They're quite long, though, and don't really interfere with walking or working. But you can't take long strides in them.
  Before eating, you rinse your hands in the stream. You get your ration: a mash of rice and rotten pieces of fish. However, to a hungry slave boy, this seems like a delicacy. And then you go to the mine. The sun hasn't risen yet, and it's quite pleasant.
  The boy's bare feet had become so rough and calloused that the sharp stones didn't hurt at all, they even tickled pleasantly.
  Quarries where children under sixteen work. Of course, they have smaller wheelbarrows and tools. But they have to work fifteen or sixteen hours, just like adults.
  It stinks, so they relieve themselves right at the quarries. The work isn't difficult: chopping stones with picks, then carrying them in baskets or on stretchers. Sometimes they have to push a mine cart, too. Usually, boys push them in twos and threes. But Oleg Rybachenko is assigned alone; he's very strong. And he wields a pick like a grown man. He has a much bigger task to accomplish than the others.
  It's true, they give more and more often. Three times a day, not two.
  The slave boy, whose body Oleg Rybachenko possessed, has been here for several years now. He's obedient, hardworking, and has mastered every movement to the point of automatism. He's truly incredibly strong, resilient, and practically tireless. Yet, the boy has barely grown, and now appears to be no more than twelve, though of average height for his age.
  But he has the strength... of several adults. A young hero. Who, however, will probably never grow an adult, and will never grow a beard.
  And thank God! As a writer and poet, Oleg Rybachenko didn't like shaving. You work and break stones, crumble them. And into the basket. Then you carry it to the cart. It's hard to push, so the children take turns.
  The boys here are almost black, but their facial features are either European, Indian, or Arab. In fact, the European ones are far more prevalent.
  Oleg looks at them closely. The slaves are not allowed to speak; they are beaten with a whip.
  Oleg Rybachenko is also keeping quiet for now. He's studying. Besides the male guards, there are also women. They're also cruel and use whips.
  Not all boys have skin as tough as Oleg's. Many of them crack and bleed. The guards can beat them to death. The work is very hard, and the boys begin to sweat profusely, especially when the sun rises.
  And here there's not just one sun, but two. And that makes the day very long. And there's a lot of work. The boys don't have time to sleep and rest. It's a real torment for them.
  Oleg Rybachenko worked, mechanically chopping and loading. He mixed things up...
  And I imagined what happened after Nicholas II gained the fortune of Russian President Vladimir Putin.
  Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, and Svetlana attack the Austrians in Przemysl. The Russian army immediately took Lvov and attacked the stronghold.
  Girls, barefoot and in bikinis, rush through the city streets.
  They chop down the Austrians and throw small discs with their bare feet.
  At the same time the girls sing:
  - Tsar Nicholas is our messiah,
  A formidable ruler of mighty Russia...
  The whole world is shaking - where will it pass?
  Let's sing for Nikolai!
  Natasha chops down the Austrians, throws a grenade with her bare toes and sings:
  - For Rus'!
  Zoya also crushes enemies and sings along with aplomb:
  - For the Tsarist Empire!
  And a grenade thrown by her bare foot flies! What a killer girl! She can crush a jaw and drink the sea!
  And Aurora, too, will throw the discus with her bare toes, scatter the Austrians and squeal:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  And he bares his very sharp teeth! Which sparkle like fangs.
  Svetlana doesn"t forget to give in either, and roars:
  - Rus' of the Holy and Invincible Nicholas II!
  The girl is showing tremendous passion. She's tossing things around with her bare feet and throwing presents!
  Pippi Longstocking is also full of energy and excitement. And her magic wand transforms. The girl chirps:
  Sometimes a birch, sometimes a rowan,
  A raspberry bush across the river...
  My native land, beloved forever,
  Where else can you find one like this?
  Where else can you find one like this!
  Annika giggled and also fired a fiery and lethal pulsar at the enemy, saying:
  - For great Sweden!
  Oleg snapped his bare toes, causing several multi-colored bubbles to fly out, striking the enemy troops, and corrected:
  - For a great Russia!
  Tommy, the fighting boy, noted aggressively, shooting lightning bolts from his magic wand:
  - A great victory awaits us!
  Margarita noted, baring her pearly teeth, sparkling them like a mirror:
  - For great achievements!
  Natasha, firing and chopping, and throwing lethal weapons with her bare feet, squeals:
  - I love my Rus'! I love my Rus'! And I'll saw you all apart!
  And Zoya also shoots and howls, throwing something explosive with her bare toes:
  - Great Tsar Nicholas! Let the mountains and seas belong to him!
  Aurora, screaming with wild, frenzied rage and throwing presents with her bare toes, howls:
  - No one will stop us! No one will defeat us! Dashing girls crush the enemies with their bare feet, with their bare heels!
  And again the girls are in a wild rush. They seize Przemysl on the fly and sing, composing as they go;
  Glory to our holy Rus',
  There are many future victories in it...
  The girl runs barefoot,
  And there is no one more beautiful in the world!
  
  We are dashing Rodnovers,
  Witches are always barefoot...
  Girls really love the guys,
  Of your furious beauty!
  
  We will never give in,
  We will not bend to our enemies...
  Even though we have bare feet,
  There will be a lot of bruises!
  
  Girls prefer to rush,
  Barefoot in the frost...
  We are truly wolf cubs,
  We can punch!
  
  There is no one to stop us,
  The formidable horde of Fritzes...
  And we don"t wear shoes,
  Satan is afraid of us!
  
  The girls serve God Rod,
  Which is, of course, great...
  We are for glory and freedom,
  The Kaiser will be a nasty bit!
  
  For Russia, which is the most beautiful of all,
  The fighters rise...
  We ate some greasy porridge,
  The fighters are unbending!
  
  No one will stop us,
  Girl power is gigantic...
  And he won"t shed a tear,
  Because we are talent!
  
  No girl can't bend,
  They are always strong...
  They fight fiercely for the Fatherland,
  May your dream come true!
  
  There will be happiness in the universe,
  The Sun will be above the Earth...
  With your imperishable wisdom,
  Bury the Kaiser with a bayonet!
  
  The sun always shines for people,
  Over the vast country,
  Adults and children are happy,
  And every fighter is a hero!
  
  There is no such thing as too much happiness,
  I believe that we will be lucky...
  Let the bad weather dissipate -
  And shame and disgrace to the enemies!
  
  Our family God is so supreme,
  There is no one more beautiful than Him...
  We will become higher in soul,
  So that everyone would be angry and vomit!
  
  We will defeat our enemies, I believe,
  With us is the White God, the God of the Russians...
  The idea will be a joy,
  Don't let evil into your doorstep!
  
  Well, in short, to Jesus,
  Let us always be faithful...
  He is the Russian God, listen,
  He lies that He is a Jew, Satan!
  
  No, in fact, God is Supreme,
  Our Holy Main Family...
  How reliable He is as a roof,
  And his Son-God Svarog!
  
  Well, in short, for Russia,
  There is no shame in dying...
  And the girls are the most beautiful of all,
  The woman's strength is like that of a bear!
  There are already six girls: Anastasia, Aurora, Augustina, Zoya, Natasha, Svetlana.
  And with them are five more magical children, capable of doing something extremely extraordinary.
  Oleg took it and exclaimed:
  - We shouldn't fall on our knees!
  Margarita agreed with this, clicking her bare toes:
  - We will show no mercy to the executioners!
  Pippi Longstocking, beating the enemy, blurted out:
  - The Kaiser's axe awaits!
  Annika added with a smile:
  - To the big races!
  Tommy squeaked:
  - And roll call!
  They are all such beauties that appeared as a result of the shift in the time fields of the hypernoosphere.
  The incredibly lucky Putin passed on his phenomenal good fortune to Nicholas II, and the payoff was colossal. And witch girls began appearing more and more often. Of course, six witches wouldn't win a war alone, but who said they'd fight alone?
  What was somewhat worse was that Tsar Nicholas II, despite such phenomenal luck, didn't fight very often. Although he did fight often. His empire, like Genghis Khan's, was swelling. It had a large population, the largest army in the world. It included both Persians and Chinese. Now Russian troops had entered Baghdad, advancing from the east and crushing Turkey, which had carelessly entered the war.
  And there the girls are fighting... Przemysl has fallen... Russian troops are advancing. And they are still singing songs.
  Autocracy rules in Rus',
  You, Lenin, missed your chance for power...
  Christ faithfully defend the Fatherland,
  To kick the enemy straight in the mouth!
  
  A bandit attacked my homeland,
  The enemy wants to trample the royal chambers...
  I love Jesus with all my heart -
  The soldiers go on the attack singing!
  
  In Russia, every knight is a giant,
  And he's been a hero almost since he was in cradle...
  Our king is like God on the whole Earth, one and the same,
  The silvery laughter of the girls flows!
  
  The Russian world is beautiful no matter how you look at it,
  In it the glory of the Orthodox shines...
  We cannot stray from the blessed path,
  The falcon will not turn into a parrot!
  
  Russia is the greatest of countries-
  The holy one shows the way to the universe...
  True, a hurricane of death swept through,
  Here is a girl running barefoot in blood!
  
  We, the knights, will unite and win.
  We will unite and throw the Germans into the hell...
  A cherub guardian over the Motherland,
  I believe the bandits, it will be extremely bad!
  
  We will defend the throne of the Fatherland,
  The land of Russia is proud and free...
  The Wehrmacht is facing a crushing defeat,
  The blood of the knights will be shed nobly!
  
  We will finish our journey by conquering Berlin,
  The Russian flag will decorate the universe-
  We, together with the autocrat, will command:
  Throw all your strength into peace and creation!
  The girls sing and fight really well. They bring their enemies to their knees and make them kiss their beautiful, dusty heels.
  The Kaiser, of course, realized he was in deep trouble. The Tsar's army was stronger and had more equipment. True, Skobelev was gone, but there were other, younger and equally capable commanders. They were crushing the Germans and forcing them to surrender.
  And the galaxy of girls is completely immortal and sings to themselves;
  We are angels of harsh goodness,
  We crush and kill everyone, without mercy...
  When the horde invaded the country,
  Let's prove that they are not monkeys at all!
  
  We have known pain since early childhood,
  We've been used to fighting since we were in diapers...
  Let the feat of the knights be glorified
  Although my figure looks terribly thin!
  
  Believe me, you can"t stop me from living beautifully,
  It is even more beautiful to die beautifully...
  So don't cry in tears, baby,
  We are links of a monolithic collective!
  
  And the land of the Soviets is soft,
  In it, every person is always free!
  Know the peoples, one family,
  And the Russian knight is brave and noble!
  
  It is given to comprehend the feat of the knights,
  To the one who is brave in his own proud hearts...
  Believe me, our life is not a movie,
  We are under cover: gray, black!
  
  A cascade of streams poured out like diamonds,
  The fighter laughs like a child himself...
  After all, you are a child born of Rus',
  And the voice is young, loud, very clear!
  
  Here is the dragon of a hundred heads defeated,
  We will show the world our calling...
  We are millions of people from different countries,
  Let us immediately feel the breath of the Lord!
  
  Then everyone will be resurrected after death,
  And paradise will be beautiful and blooming...
  The Most High will be glorified on Earth,
  And the edge will bloom in radiance, it will become thicker!
  This is how the final stage of the conquest of new lands for Russia took place.
  EPILOGUE
  Pippi Longstocking, Annika and Tommy were on their way back to Sweden.
  They were quite cheerful and happy. Oleg and Margarita were with them. A boy from another era suggested:
  - Do you want to play?
  And he turned on the bracelet's hologram. Tommy perked up and asked:
  - What are we going to play now?
  The boy-terminator readily answered:
  - Anything! We have the widest choice! But we boys, of course, love to play war!
  Tommy laughed and asked:
  - Will I have my own army?
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - Of course it will!
  Annika giggled and replied:
  - Although this is great, I am already so sick of war that it is terribly boring!
  Pippi Longstocking noticed:
  - Yes, war gets boring. And yet, no one can do without it.
  The whole history of mankind is one continuous war.
  Tommy chirped:
  - Well, then let's cut ourselves!
  Five kids decide to play something space-themed on the computer. True, at first you're given only five units-in this case, barefoot girls in bikinis. And a thousand units of certain resources, including food. Then you start building without ceremony. First, a community center for producing other units. Then a mill, wells, mines with deposits, and much more.
  This is how cities are built, and of considerable size. Of course, there's an academy of sciences, a military academy, a mint-all of it.
  Of course, when you build them. And they also have barracks and factories. At first, more primitive ones. From bows and spears, swords. And then the production of ballistas, catapults, and much more. In particular, something like Greek fire. Which also burns fiery.
  And then guns appear. At first, more primitive ones, loaded from the barrel. But then more complex ones, which fire from the breech. And then bombs, and unicorns are created. And much more.
  And the Academy of Sciences is working. Annika, to her surprise, discovers the world of computer games. And not just simple ones, but military-economic strategies. How captivating it is. It's like running a real empire.
  Here are the first tank factories. There's plenty of room for development here. The very first tanks are pretty cool-from the Entente era. And the first planes-they were just airplanes. But things got more complex later. And bombers. First twin-engine, then four-engine. That's a real force, too. And the game is superb. And Annika made her moves...
  Unnoticed, the girl mechanically took a sip of her chocolate cocktail and fell asleep, dreaming.
  A small, beautiful house was nestled in a blooming garden. Vineyards grew here, lush flowers bloomed, and it was wonderfully pleasant and beautiful. Even a fountain in front of the house sent forth clear, crystal streams. Everything seemed wondrous, magical on this spring day.
  Yet the beautiful, slender, fair-haired woman seemed so sad. Her gloved hands held a fan, which she waved away.
  A beautiful, rosy-cheeked girl of about sixteen ran up to her and asked with a smile:
  - Mom, why are you so sad?
  The woman replied with a sigh:
  - Girl, I just heard terrible news - your father died!
  The girl threw up her hands:
  - Charles D'Artagnan is killed!
  The woman nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, my daughter! And this is terrible news!
  The girl was torn apart and burst into tears.
  A boy ran toward them. A fair-haired boy of about twelve, very much like his mother. He shouted, waving his sword:
  - I will avenge you, D'Artagnan!
  The woman nodded and, having calmed down, said:
  - He died in the war with the Dutch! And that happened a few months ago!
  The boy stamped his booted foot and growled:
  - I want to go to war and fight!
  The mother nodded to her son:
  "You're a great guy, a real hero, and just like your father! But you're still too young to join the army! Grow up and learn!"
  The boy remarked aggressively:
  "D'Artagnan's son is already an academician from birth! And I'm ready to go further and conquer different countries with my sword!"
  Mom shook her head and said:
  - You naughty boy! Finish school first! And then you can join the musketeer regiment!
  The girl noticed:
  "Our father is a count! That means Edmond D'Artagnan will now inherit the count's title and his estate!"
  The young woman nodded in agreement:
  "That's true! But we need to submit special papers to the king for approval. They contain a written confirmation from the bishop of our marriage and D'Artagnan's recognition of our children. And, of course, a will for our family!"
  The boy's eyes flashed and he said:
  "I'm a count now! So I'll go to Paris right now and enter the royal service!"
  The young woman remarked:
  "Yes, you will go, but you will study at the university! And you will be accompanied by an experienced and seasoned servant. Together, you will present the papers to the king and enter into your inheritance rights!"
  The boy whistled and noted:
  - I've always dreamed of visiting Paris! It would be so wonderful!
  The young woman nodded:
  "Grimaud will accompany you! Get ready for the journey, my little rooster. Just remember, you're still young and no match for grown men in a fight, so don't pick on anyone needlessly!"
  Edmond shouted back and clenched his fists:
  - I can stand up for myself!
  The beautiful woman nodded:
  "You'll go with Grimaud tomorrow morning... But for now, let's get to the table, children! Let's remember your father and after dinner we'll go to the chapel and light candles for the repose of his soul!"
  The boy slammed his fist hard on the table and declared:
  - My father will be an archangel in God's garden!
  The girl nodded:
  - God willing!
  And the children ran to the table set by the servants, ready to honor the memory of their famous father, glorified by many exploits.
  The table looked quite decent and rich, although the family had been living in debt for a long time.
  Chevalier Constance de D'Artagnan's mother was preparing her son for the journey. She was a noblewoman of rare beauty, from an ancient but impoverished family. She had blonde hair with slightly curled curls. She was very similar to her first love, Constance, only much more graceful, with a sense of aristocratic lineage and brighter, lighter hair.
  Constance has a girlish waist, and you wouldn't think she's more than twenty-five. Her face is fresh, and her teeth are pearly. She's not so simple, and she's an excellent swordsman. It's no wonder Charles D'Artagnan fell in love with her with all his heart and soul.
  And he married her in secret, but practically no one knew about it. Not even D'Artagnan's friends!
  And everyone thought that such a wonderful and charismatic person had passed away without leaving any legitimate heirs.
  But D'Artagnan's beautiful daughter, very much like her mother, is tall and beautiful, and so is her son. He's also a very handsome boy, with snow-white hair from his blonde mother, though his father is black-haired. Edmond doesn't look much like his father in appearance, but he's just as bold, agile, of normal height for his age, and an excellent ambidextrous swordsman.
  The father loved his son and taught him, and the mother had been a swordsman since childhood. It was quite a story when they met the father.
  Charles D'Artagnan had a reputation as a perpetual bachelor and womanizer. So he chose to keep his secret marriage a secret from the public. His will was also kept secret, even from his friends.
  The four had an agreement to inherit each other's fortunes. Apparently, the captain of the king's musketeers was embarrassed by this and secretly wrote a will in favor of his wife and children.
  And D'Artagnan's fortune was considerable. First, he inherited the estates of Porthos and Athos, and second, the king himself had granted him a title and a county. Plus, there were his previous savings. Now, all of this was going to Aramis. But Aramis was already a duke, a general of the Jesuit Order, and his fortune was immeasurable. So what good was D'Artagnan's inheritance to him? In any case, Constance was certain that the last of D'Artagnan's surviving friends would refuse such a gift.
  And his son, Edmond, will inherit the count's title and a considerable amount of land. Plus Porthos's three castles, Athos's castle, and D'Artagnan's own. And their cozy little house.
  The boy kept jumping up and down, restless. Grimaud's servant was a tall, broad-shouldered man of middle age. He was also a skilled swordsman, an excellent shot, and physically strong. Constance was confident that, should anything happen, he would protect her impudent son. He certainly fought like a devil, but was still a small boy-a mere child.
  It would be a good idea for him to study at the University of Paris and then obtain a rank in the royal guard.
  The boy swung his sword and cut the butterfly, growling:
  - I will avenge you, father! May the murderers be cursed!
  Constance replied with a smile:
  - This is war! And I hope you will also become a Marshal of France!
  Edmond replied boldly:
  - No! I want to be emperor! And create my own empire like Genghis Khan. Conquer a hundred nations and take two hundred capitals!
  Mom laughed and kissed the boy on the forehead:
  - My Genghis Khan! Be careful. There's so much evil and envious people in the world! Danger lurks everywhere!
  The boy looked at the lilac bush, which was blooming so lushly and emitting a pleasant scent, and chirped:
  - Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a fight with hell, don"t cry and don"t be shy...
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that with a smile on your face, the road is more fun!
  They had a farewell breakfast together. Edmond's sister, Elvira, was sad. She felt sorry for her father. It was also a shame that they were informed of his death half a year later.
  After D'Artagnan's death, the war was no longer as successful as it had been at the beginning. The Dutch resisted stubbornly. The Sun King waged war and expanded his domain, seeking new colonies and greater glory. His right-hand man, Colbert, became Minister of Finance, effectively the first minister, overseeing the economy and finances, among other things.
  D'Artagnan's successor has still not been determined, with various groups vying for the position.
  Edmond ate quickly, like all boys. He gobbled down the meat salad, devoured the suckling pig, and felt heavy. The child's full belly was pushing him down.
  And the boy hurried to mount his horse. He was eager to reach Paris, even though the journey was quite long. And he was eager to enjoy battles, fights, and other adventures.
  Mom handed him the belt and said:
  - It contains the papers relating to our marriage to your father, the will, the recognition of our children, and the inheritance we are to receive. You should be a count!
  Edmond growled:
  - I will become a duke! No, an emperor!
  Constance pointed her finger:
  - Don't chatter! They don't like chatterboxes in the courtyard, and you could end up in the Bastille!
  The boy answered boldly:
  - I will break all the bars and pierce the commandant"s belly with a sword!
  Mom laughed and turned to Grimaud:
  - Make sure my son doesn't get into trouble!
  The servant remarked:
  - I'll do my best! Your son is a real devil! And he loves to fight...
  Constance sighed. Her son loved to fight, and would attack the village boys at the slightest provocation. And yet, he was easy-going and cheerful. Like all his peers, he had tried wine early, and loved to sing and use his fists. He was strong beyond his years, and most importantly, agile. He would go far!
  Unless, of course, he breaks his neck. And that's possible.
  The boy mounted a white horse. His was a fine specimen, from the royal stables. In this regard, Edmond was a clear winner compared to his father. His horse was a beauty, with such a lush mane. Only the rider himself looked a bit small in comparison.
  But the boy sat so dexterously in the saddle that there was no doubt who was the rider and who was under the saddle.
  Servant Grimaud rode on a black horse, and it was even beautiful: black and white together.
  Edmond wore shiny boots with spurs and a luxurious suit. He was a musketeer himself, albeit a small one.
  After saying goodbye to their mother and sister, and several other servants, the couple moved on.
  Edmond pranced on a white horse, a handsome and very smart boy with a sword and a pair of pistols in his belt.
  A heavily armed servant accompanied him. They made an interesting pair: a young nobleman and his escort in a black suit.
  The sister remarked with a smile:
  - You little knight are simply gorgeous!
  Edmond agreed:
  - I am a great warrior!
  After which, the couple began to walk away from the flourishing and lush estate. The boy immediately spurred his horse-he longed for speed and space.
  The boy joyfully began to sing his father's favorite song, which he often performed in front of them;
  It's time, it's time, we'll rejoice in our lifetime,
  To the beauty and the cup, the lucky blade!
  Bye-bye-swaying feathers on their hats,
  Let us whisper to fate more than once: Merci Boku!
  
  The worn saddle creaks again,
  And the wind chills the old wound,
  Where the hell have you ended up, sir?
  Is it really that peace and quiet is beyond your means?
  
  It's time, it's time, we'll rejoice in our lifetime,
  To the beauty and the cup, the lucky blade!
  Bye-bye-swaying feathers on their hats,
  Let us whisper to fate more than once: Merci Boku!
  
  Paris needs money - C'est la vie,
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  And he needs knights, even more so!
  But what is a knight without love?
  And what is a knight without luck?!
  It's time, it's time, we'll rejoice in our lifetime,
  To the beauty and the cup, the lucky blade!
  Bye-bye-swaying feathers on their hats,
  Let us whisper to fate more than once: Merci Boku!
  The boy sang and began to turn his head in all directions. How wonderful it is in the south of France in spring, everything is in bloom and the air is filled with honey and the scent of herbs and exotic fruits.
  Edmond drew his sword from its sheath and began swinging it. He acted energetically, with great enthusiasm. And his blade traced circles in the air. And this mesmerized the boy.
  A boy rides down the road, waving his weapon vigorously. Then he starts chopping down branches with his saber. Leaves and various trees scatter in all directions.
  Edmond is completely delighted, and it seems to him that the enemies of France are falling under his blows.
  And he fights with a whole army...
  Along the way, two children, about ten years old-a boy and a girl-appeared. Seeing the menacing boy chopping branches and his equally menacing-looking servant, the children took off running, their round, dusty, bare heels flashing.
  Edmond shouted after him:
  - I'll give you a beating!
  And how he laughed... Grimaud noticed:
  - There is no need to frighten children of valor!
  The boy almost poked the servant in the eye with the tip of his sword and yelled:
  - Shut up! Or you'll become crooked like Hannibal!
  And the boy burst out laughing... and stuck out his tongue. He'd been told to. He felt like a grown man, and a real fighter. It felt like he could move mountains.
  Grimaud noted:
  - There might be more serious guys in the city!
  Edmond squeaked:
  - I will fight for the king and for myself!
  And he twirled his sword again. He was terribly cool and interested in literally everything.
  And the boy was bursting with curiosity. He wanted a lot and right away.
  But as they rode through the forest, nothing interesting happened. Then two peasant women passed by. One was a woman of about thirty in rough shoes, the other a very young girl, barefoot and wearing a shorter, more modest dress.
  They bowed to the boy. He leaned over and tickled the girl's bare, round heel with the tip of his sword. She smiled back and squeaked:
  - Monseigneur, whatever you want!
  The boy giggled and replied:
  - Nothing yet! Although you do have some milk!
  The girl held out a small jug. The boy drank a little and nodded to them:
  - Go in peace!
  The woman and the girl moved. Edmond thought that when he was older, he would have a wife. Or maybe even several. Just like the Arabs - harems! It would be nice to have three hundred wives!
  And they would dance and sing songs! Women are so beautiful when they are young.
  But the years spoil them terribly, turning them into old women - hunchbacked and wrinkled.
  And it"s such an ugliness - it"s disgusting to look at!
  But in their youth, almost all women are beautiful, and you admire them. I especially like them when they have light hair; then their faces acquire a unique charm.
  Here is his mother, young and beautiful, and he hopes she will never grow old.
  And when he grows up, he will surpass his father and become the greatest warrior.
  The boy began to sing D'Artagnan's favorite song again;
  Draw your swords, nobles!
  The dust of Paris is ashes.
  There's blood everywhere - on the Lille fabric,
  On Brabant lace.
  
  If he himself gave you swords,
  How can I stop it?
  Metal flying into the chest,
  Bloodshed, bloodshed?
  
  Duelists, bullies,
  You have crossed blades again.
  You fight for the sake of fighting,
  You shed blood for the sake of laughter.
  
  And when the dying cry
  It will flutter like a bird,
  Your conscience is not for a moment
  It won't wake up, it won't wake up!
  
  Even for the throne on the battlefield
  This is not the first time you have shed blood,
  But there is much more of it
  On the Parisian pavement.
  
  If he himself gave you swords,
  How can I stop it?
  Metal flying into the chest,
  Bloodshed, bloodshed?
  Annika woke up, Tommy poked her in the side with his finger:
  - What are you sleeping for? Oleg has already taken over your planet!
  The girl was indignant:
  - Why didn't you wake me up?
  Pippi Longstocking answered confidently:
  - Because you're really tired! And we're tired too! And we wouldn't mind sleeping!
  Margarita noted:
  "Although there have been many events, you still have time. You could go somewhere else. For example, would you like to travel to an alternate universe where Hitler first conquered Britain and all its colonies, then the USA, and only attacked the USSR in 1946?"
  This is very interesting!
  Oleg confirmed:
  "Hitler has millions of soldiers, including foreign divisions, under arms, E-series tanks, jet aircraft, even disc-shaped aircraft, and ballistic missiles. And then there's Japan advancing from the east. With such a balance of power, war is quite interesting!"
  Tommy squeaked:
  - Wow! This is an interesting mission! I see you're real monster kids and you can do anything!
  Margarita corrected:
  - Outwardly, we are like children, and not monsters, but we serve good!
  Annika noted with a chuckle:
  - But was Stalin good?
  Oleg answered with a sweet look:
  "Stalin, on the one hand, is evil, of course. But the Communists never put one nation above another and were internationalists. But the Nazis did. So..."
  Pippi Longstocking cried out at the top of her voice:
  - For our victory over the enemy! Glory to Sweden!
  Annika nodded in agreement:
  "The best thing would be to help Charles XII defeat Peter the Great and conquer the world! That would be so much cooler!"
  Tommy confirmed:
  - That's exactly it - it's much cooler!
  Oleg chuckled and replied:
  - Then guess the riddle! If you can, we'll help you defeat Peter the Great, who was also a kind bastard!
  The Swedish boy stamped his bare foot and squeaked:
  - Okay, make a wish!
  The Terminator boy asked a question:
  - What is faster than the wind and slower than a turtle!
  Pippi giggled and remarked:
  "That's too easy a riddle! And why the wind? A cheetah can run faster than the wind, let alone a race car or an airplane!"
  Margarita confirmed:
  - That's exactly it, you should say faster than a photon! Then it will be more accurate!
  Oleg noted:
  "Then the turtle isn't the slowest person. Maybe we should compare it to something else, like a slug?"
  Tommy chuckled and replied:
  - But isn"t the meaning of the riddle abstract?
  The boy-terminator confirmed:
  - Yes, abstract!
  The Swedish boy replied:
  - Then it's thoughts! A thought is simultaneously faster than a photon and slower than a turtle!
  Oleg whistled:
  - Wow! You're something else! How did that happen!?
  Tommy replied:
  - I think - therefore I exist!
  Annika squeaked:
  "Well, my brother guessed it right! Now, go fulfill your promise and fly and help Charles XII win!"
  Pippi Longstocking confirmed:
  - Exactly! If you promised, then keep it!
  Oleg noted:
  - What about the fact that they wait three years for what's promised? Or even three centuries?
  Tommy flared up:
  - No! We'll fly right now!
  Margarita remarked:
  "The deadline for fulfilling the promise is not specified! Remember how in the cartoon Petya and the Wolf, a contract was signed with Likho without a specified deadline!"
  Annika squealed and cried out, stamping her bare feet:
  - This is not fair at all! Come on, help Karl!
  Pippi Longstocking replied and summed it up:
  "Of course we'll help Charles XII! We can't do without it! But for now, let's go with this mission: World War III-the USSR on one side and the USA on the other!"
  Oleg growled:
  - I will not fight against the USSR!
  Annika squeaked:
  - And I will not fight against the USA!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, we have differences here! We are all united against Hitler, but in this case, I think Pippi is more for America!
  The girl movie heroine replied:
  - We can even cast lots here! I'm completely neutral in this case!
  Tommy suggested:
  - Then let's fight against Hitler, who has taken over the entire world! That will be much better than other ideas!
  Oleg took it and sang:
  We are peaceful people, but our armored train has managed to accelerate to the speed of light. We will fight for a bright tomorrow, and we will butt heads!
  Margarita objected to this:
  - It's better to kiss! And love each other!
  Pippi Longstocking summed it up:
  Immortal glory was won in battles,
  For Sweden, the Motherland, together with Russia...
  We will achieve victory in all generations,
  And believe me, we will be the happier people in the universe!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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