were killed! If He were near, would he have allowed such a massacre! This Advice was given to Him! It was at the very moment when His Warriors were bleeding!
Proud and … stupid. Couldn’t they have filed an SOS? Will manage by themselves?! We did it. It was not for nothing that I taught them. But why at such a price?!
* * *
Leopard, limping, rises up to the snow. Wounds will heal faster there.
The eagle flies ahead in wide circles. Indicates the shortest road. He is the Guide. He is a friend. They are of the same blood with him. They are brothers.
* * *
Batu ordered to put a minaret at the entrance to the gorge. Tatartup Minaret.
And engrave the inscription on it: “Faithful! There is no further move! There is your Death!”
* * *
Uastyrdzhi, straightening his cloak, easily took off on his horse. Hold on, Mughals! Call themselves the Great?! Impostors! I’ll arrange for Kuz’kina’s Mother! Together with St. George, we will grind you into powder! Let’s not see that Immortals!
The horse went up sharply. Apparently the Boss was seriously angry.
* * *
The Voice is torn in joy and tenderness: “… Oh, what a distant, unfriendly Climber you are, my Climber! Each time pulling me out of the crack, You scolded me, My rock climber! …”*
The Highlander smiles. He also knew climbers. And tourists too. Their best occupation is to insure. There is one hassle with these policyholders. What to insure, what to insure does not sound very good. Y-yes.
What am I talking about? Oh yes. Climbers. I recently read about one of them. Sandra’s name, however. And he climbs the mountains, and dances, and eats pizza with onions (and he wraps up onions with everything except sweet. The more, the better. And more pepper. He makes him sick of unleavened food). However, you need to get to know each other.
“… I’ll get in and say: enough, dear! Then he fell down, but managed to say: Oh, what you are not close, not affectionate! My mountaineer, my rock-lo-climber!..”*
The highlander, smiling with all his mouth, turns the steering wheel. Only the wind whistles. What Russian (and in his heart he is a Russian) does not like fast driving! It seems that she is also a Likhachka. Let’s sing! “… And you went to the top. And you were eager to fight! " * Beat – beat like that! Chest on chest! Who will sweat earlier (probably he is. Old, however. Wait and see.).
Until then, Sandra! We are all Travelers on the most important Road – Life.
Uastyrdzhi – Our General Patron (Minister of Ways of Communication). He does not divide Travelers by Faith, skin color, nationality. On the way, we are all His Children. But He hates Cowardice, Meanness, Slander, Envy, Laziness … These are His blood enemies. According to one of the parables, the drowning traveler prayed: Save, Uastyrdzhi! Was it not in your honor that I slaughtered sacrificial rams and raised toasts to your glory?!
Uastyrdzhi answered: I will help you. Only you yourself moved your hands a little! The walker will master the road. Even vodka does not flow under a lying stone. Glory to all Times, Uastyrdzhi! On behalf of Your Children
PS
Salma Hayek!
The next obligatory chapter is yours.
Chapter III. My years are my wealth
“… And we dream not of the roar of the cosmodrome, Salme Hayek, not this Icy Silence. Star, Actress, Artist, and we dream about Grass, Grass by the House! And finally – to the Beauty, I dedicate this chapter. Green, Green Grass … ”
Chapter III
“… My Years are My Wealth …”
The gray-haired Uryzmag glanced angrily at Shatana.
Why are you soothing me, Woman?! The split is coming!! All this Syrdon! Narts (Alans) split into three Parts. What Dogs and Other Enemies Couldn’t – did the vile language of Syrdon.
After That Battle with Batu, the ranks of the Elders, as well as the Warriors, thinned. Syrdon brought confusion into Their ranks. Save Childbirth, Save Childbirth! Is it possible to restore the number of Clans by Retreat? Shatana smiles. Are you, Old, going to Restore the Livestock?!
Still As I Will! Better than Young! Shatana just shakes her head. As he was in his Youth, he has remained the same (however, what a sin to conceal, He Can – She Knows It. Jealous, however).
Yesterday Nykhas Resolved:
– Alans, Leaving for the Great Caucasian Ridge, henceforth to be called Kudars! (In Russian Kuda-Rtsy!).
– Alans, in the Border with the Faithful regions of Iriston, henceforth, will be called Digors! (In Russian – Greek Di-Highlanders. Still, Politicians, Scientists, Philosophers, Well – And Lovchil Enough).
– Alans, Remaining in Iriston, although in the Mountains, (Native Mountains), will henceforth be called Ironians (by origin – Ir-Ontsy)! That’s the whole split. In which case, of course, Will Become Near. But It will take Time. This is not THAT when we were Near. And they were called the same – Alans, Ancestors of the Narts.
Shatana gently strokes Uryzmag’s back.
Everything will work out. We will be dearer on the Distance. Stupid woman. My woman. A miserly smile touched Uryzmag’s lips. Uastirdzhi Will Protect His Children! We will slaughter the best bull in His Honor and raise the Horn with arak in His Sanctuary for Health! Your name will not disappear in the Ages! Ame – Hsau! *
On the day of his birth, a New Star was lit in Heaven. The Highlander did not know then that it was his Star. Neither Her name, nor Where She is.
He was simply Born. After a while, flapping his eyelashes and opening his brown eyes wide, he could already look with amazement at the wonderful World around him. And Family Faces. Grandma, Mom, Dad, Uncles, Aunts, Relatives.
This is a little later, he will torture them with his Pochemuchkas. Grandmother (Bright Memory to her) smiled: “We have never had such an Inquisitive One!”
Then Trouble came (because of his childhood – he was not even a year old – he knows only from the meager stories of the Adults). Father was imprisoned. 25 years of heavy duty. Father has always been (Bright Memory) a Man in His Life! The Highlander was later told how old women came to the Court, to whom Father lent food (it was a hard time, post-war, Hungry. And Father worked as a seller in a rural store) and offered to collect their debts: some with eggs, some with a chicken, one even brought Goat – although she fed all her grandchildren
