steering.
We with Garda sat down near and continued a yesterday’s conversation. Proximity of the girl I was incredibly concerned also by her, obviously, at once noted it. The conversation passed to subjects of the relations of men and women what I did not understand at all, the yesterday’s kiss was my one and only experience.
Having learned that I am a virgin, the adventurer lit up the idea to immediately turn me into the real man. And to make it, according to her, followed on the deck in the rain and wind, during a storm that both of us remembered these moments forever.
I tremblingly in soul agreed. Who could oppose to a pressure of the charming beauty?
Soon we settled on a rostrum where we immediately undressed and carried out a reckless plan.
Hardly I comprehended a word meaning the man as in a board the crazy wave struck, and I appeared in the middle of the storming ocean. Without sandals and trousers. In only one next-to-skin silk shirt.
Fortunately, together with me overboard washed away a keg thanks to which I held on till morning of the next day when I was noticed by fishermen.
They demanded to give all valuable to gratitude for rescue or to jump back in water.
I left a gold ring of the scientist, silver earrings of the university and a shirt instead of which I received a rag to tie on hips. It was succeeded to keep only the sign of the calligrapher after I proved that the feather bronze and is only covered with a thin layer of silver.
In the evening of the same day I in one loincloth was landed in port of the city of the Comprehensive insurance located on Lush island that in the western part of the Archipelago of Thousands of Islands.
At the beginning I thought that I will not be gone and I will be able easily to support myself the skill, and also to find out more about chasteners, but very quickly my opinion changed and now I stood on the market suffering from hunger and fear to appear to be sold in slavery.
Four blows of a gong meaning that there came midday rang out.
I hissed for rage on own nonsense. It was necessary to move off in searches of the shelter half an hour ago, but hunger forced to forget about care, and the danger to appear by galleys over me hung.
Every instant was on the account, and I rushed off to the next gate, in hope that policemen though will a little be late. According to city ragamuffins, it quite often happened at local peace officers because of addiction to a merop, incredibly strong home brew which was served in the next tavern. Certainly policemen drank free of charge and in all used it.
«Though they would be taken before porosyachy squeal today and did not reach,» – I dreamed, maneuvring in crowd that anybody not to face and, thus, not to lose precious moments.
Alas gods did not hear my prayers. Soon I to the horror made out two policemen who leaned against a shutter of gate and short copies stopped the visitors of the market wishing to leave for examination. Two couples more moved to the opposite directions and checked all counter.
Everyone lashit in the childhood received a magic bracelet which confirmed his nationality and which did not leave all life. On lack of similar ornament which could not be forged the guards found visitors at once, and nobody managed to hide in crowd. Also it was necessary or to buy freedom for one day or to go to slavery.
I was developed and rushed off to opposite gate though the hope was scanty, but what I needed to do?
Very quickly I made sure that I was late again. This exit from the market square was blocked more reliably than a throat of a wine bottle by a corn stopper.
I stopped, greedy swallowing of air, and tried to think what to do?
Through gate not to break, policemen though tipsy, but know business and local with pleasure will help to catch the stranger as here call all visitors. To hide in broad daylight in the market will not leave. The local rags with pleasure will give out for a reward. To get over through the wall surrounding the market, in two human growth, it is necessary to be the spiderman, but not the clerk.
I grabbed with the shivering hand a medallion. Really I should sell it?
To leave the sign of the top skills which I received in eighteen years, having become the youngest master of a calligraphy in the history of the university, it seemed inconceivable. But how still to escape from slavery?
The feeling was such as if I intended to sell the past, a part of the soul, and inside as if everything stood and became empty.
With the eyes full of tears I removed a medallion and started turning the head, finding the dealer in jewelry. But instead of the jeweler saw the cart with barrels which just stopped at the wall. Gods heard my prayers!
I immediately got a medallion and rushed forward, hoping to jump in no time a wall, but could not make to a step.
Thick hairy fingers a grip of steel seized my shoulder.
CHAPTER 02.
I moved to run, but could not escape and by inertia was developed.
Faced me low, but strong, the man, with a cold glance of the murderer and a jaw of a bulldog. The stranger crookedly grinned several moments, perhaps, enjoying my confusion, and then unexpectedly squeaky asked:
– Do you want to Shrat?
– To me at first to eat, – I blurted out, having been taken aback from a similar question.
The interlocutor blinked one eye, inclined the head sideways and filtered:
– And I what I sprashivat? To Shrat, I speak, you want?
The stomach responded painful spasms, and I vigorously began to nod, confirming for fidelity with words:
– Yes, yes. Of course. Very much I want.
– Then went. At me for you put esht.
The big guy squeezed my elbow a grip of steel and dragged through crowd to gate, explaining on the run:
– Shonut me goshpodin the Pin. I am a person uvashayemy and spravedlivy. You to a napravd it is so dexterous to Ashley to peep you wave as hvashtat – you will be at me as Scheer in the mashl. Both food, and binge, and a lodging for the night, and girls, a vsha will be. Do the main thing that a shkasha, and to a sprosh – cheshtno answer.
He became silent for an instant as if he thought, and then continued:
– You, for example, how klinut?
– Lance, – I answered, without seeing the reasons to hide.
– Well, Lansh. Sheychas we will approach gate and I will talk highway lyagavy. You not vmeshivayshya, be silent. Got that?
– Of course. But why you call policemen lyagavy?
– Therefore that lyagavy they and esht lyagavy. But only in a muzzle so do not speak to them –
