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Flag Of The Holy Motherland

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    The headquarters of the Wehrmacht OKW decided: to abandon active offensive actions on the Eastern Front, and to deliver the main blow in the direction of Egypt with an eye to Africa and the Middle East. As a result, the story went differently. Way!
  FLAG OF THE HOLY MOTHERLAND.
  ANNOTATION.
  The headquarters of the Wehrmacht OKW decided: to abandon active offensive actions on the Eastern Front, and to deliver the main blow in the direction of Egypt with an eye to Africa and the Middle East. As a result, the story went differently. Way!
  My holy Motherland is Great Russia,
  Your birch trees are pearls, emeralds ...
  Soviet country blooms under the blue sky,
  Greatness in the Fatherland and spring comfort!
  
  Serve your Motherland, you do not spare lives
  When the time comes - in rati scandal ...
  Full, alas, traitors of various prohindeis,
  Which mark, dollar - God and the king!
  
  They will sell all the gold for this with a smirk,
  And they will send their bill over the hill ...
  And somewhere drunks roam with a filled bottle,
  From bitter vodka only vomits!
  
  The fascists are bloody, they have pounced on all the pack,
  They want to beat us with fierce abuse ...
  But I believe that we will build a cool new world,
  In which the main king-bear!
  
  The horde is approaching, under Moscow itself,
  A bomb and a shell rumbles ...
  We are with faith, fighting mighty, holy,
  And we see the best result!
  
  A Nazi horde runs, we gave them a light,
  What are they really already Khan ...
  And somewhere communism shine gold gave
  Great Soviet country!
  
  At Stalingrad, brave soldiers win,
  Steep mountains soared above ...
  We find ourselves a place under the right hand of Paradise
  Without any words empty!
  
  When the war ends Berlin is a swoop taken
  We open the door in full,
  Christ will give me salvation, God the Light crucified,
  And Satan will perish into the abyss!
  
  All that are dead shall be raised, but to the conspirators is empty,
  Fascism has a full term ...
  But why does it make me sad
  Sorrow burns forehead, temple!
  PROLOGUE
  Four barefoot girls: Natasha, Svetlana, Zoya, Angelica got out of the tank ... The skewed Thirty-Four was heated in the May sun. The day was extremely hot, and the diesel engine gave more heat. The beauties are dressed in bikini poses put under the Lend-Lease and rush into a cool river. And so it is possible to cook in this metal pan.
  The girls were beautiful and sweaty. Three blondes and one redhead Angelica.
  Flickering, bare, round heels, the girls flopped into the silvery water.
  Snorting and splashing beauty, resembled mermaids with their lush hair, and managed to cover with fresh, golden tan, muscular bodies.
  Senior Lieutenant and Tank Crew Commander Natasha, pertly remarked:
  - We firmly hit Fritz ... It is a pity that the fascists cut off our communications, and we received an order to return!
  Beautiful blonde Svetlana breathy replied:
  - I so want the summer not to end ... So that it would be followed by a panther after me!
  Zoya, a charming honey beauty, shook her head:
  - So now, after all, only the end of May! Summer has not even come!
  Fire Angelica splashed water on her friends and said:
  - The most golden month ... And soon Fritz Kaput!
  Natasha frowned after these words. After a relatively successful winter, things went worse on the fronts. In Crimea, despite the numerical superiority, the Soviet troops suffered a heavy defeat. And now the offensive that started so successfully near Kharkov is a fiasco. The Germans went to the rear, and cut communications. And now the girls on the tank have to move away.
  Still, it"s good when there are only women in the car - they smell so nice, not like sweaty men. And their crew is so coordinated. And the four got close to beautiful.
  Natasha decisively says:
  - We will win, I know it well! Even stepping back to the Far East! Redhead Angelica, slapping a bare foot on the water, twisting, replied with a soldier"s song:
  - Finally, we were given the order to attack! Take away our span and blood! But we remember how the sun went back and almost went down in the east!
  Zoya and Svetlana answered:
  -Well said!
  Angelica has already added prose:
  - The whole of Europe works for the fascists, and plus resources in Africa. So we have to lift a very heavy bar!
  Natasha struck her fist in the water:
  - Lift and tear! Enough now! Already refreshed and back in the tank!
  Beauties did not object. Sweat with strong, tanned bodies washed away and okay. The girls have luxurious hips, and narrow waistlines, and a stomach with a relief press. They really are like statues of ancient goddesses. And the legs are so slim, and at the same time muscular, balls roll under the olive skin.
  They say about such girls: they will stop the galloping horse, they will enter the burning hut!
  Although returning to a hot tank and reluctance. Zoe splashed out of the bucket on the armor so that the car could get a little cooler.
  Natasha harshly remarked:
  "How do men in uniform fight in such steel coffins?" And we are almost naked!
  Angelica screaming large, pearl chubby burst out laughing:
  - This is a very interesting idea - send a bikini under a lend-lease!
  Svetlana replied angrily, banging her bare foot on the tank's tracks:
  - Yes, wonderful. Minimum fabric consumption, maximum ambition!
  Zoya, also jerking, only this time with her breasts, hoarse:
  - It would be better if they sent an extra tank! Or a plane!
  Natasha gloomily remarked:
  - Yes, they have crap tanks!
  Angelica scrambling on the tower, replied:
  - Not really! The newest Churchill is very good, especially in armor!
  Natasha frowned her forehead and asked:
  "Did you go to Churchill?"
  Fire devil whisper replied:
  - Not! But I accidentally found out that he had a frontal armor of 102 millimeters!
  Natasha rounded her face, tapped her graceful, bare fingers on the Thirty-Four armor and noticed:
  - Twice thicker than us? Well, what good!
  Zoya, joining the driver"s seat, asked:
  - A caliber guns?
  Angelica honestly answered:
  - I do not know ... But most likely either 75 or 76 - millimeters. Approximately comparable to ours.
  Svetlana, attaching herself to the spotter, remarked:
  - So maybe his driving performance is worse?
  Angelica shrugged her strong, muscular shoulders.
  "Maybe ... But the British already had a 600-horsepower Meteor engine, so I don"t think that Churchill was a death car!"
  Natasha asked another question:
  - And what are our latest designs?
  The red-haired devil sang with a tender voice:
  - This is a big secret ... Do you believe it or not?
  Natasha melody answered:
  - I certainly believe you! For such questions, you can very simply ... In the camp to thunder - where the polar bear!
  Zoya, starting the car, noticed:
  - Rumors say that a monster will soon appear - seven guns, and two rocket launchers as in the Katyusha.
  Angelica whistled and shook her head.
  - Yes, such a monster does not even turn around!
  Zoe pompously said:
  "But how painful it will be!"
  T-34-76 roared. I had to raise my voice to shout down the engine.
  Senior Lieutenant Natashka roared:
  - I heard that a new KV will appear soon, with very thick armor, and two engines. So the Germans will be Khan!
  Angela sang a joke:
  - We will dig up the tank, he will again start killing in two norms, will start supplying Khan to you too!
  And the whole four burst out laughing. The car gradually gained momentum. Despite all the fabulousness of the thirty-three, it was a rather difficult tank to operate. In particular, shifting the gearbox required considerable effort. Strong Zoe coped, sometimes she was helped by a red leg. But the box itself could break.
  Therefore, the "thirty-four" and did not put on the maximum transfer. So the tank was driving slower than it could. And there was a risk that in the afternoon, the notorious "pieces", the U-87, a very dangerous dive bomber, would find it.
  Natasha understood this and hoped to get to the forest faster. There is not much difference between their tank.
  Angelica whistled a little song. Redhead is always in high spirits, even when the sad news. Natasha remembered the beginning of the war. It happened at noon, when they announced on the radio. But in the morning ominous rumors spread. Then they reported on the radio that Germany, without declaring war, had attacked the USSR. Immediately several women rushed into tears.
  The mood of the people was mixed. Those that are younger, and intoxicated by propaganda, even rejoiced: they say that in two weeks we will overwhelm the Germans and they will have a skit. Those that are older vice versa zagorevali.
  Natasha also felt anxious. Her older brother died in the Finnish war, and the middle one returned, told many terrible things. In any case, it was clear that the level of the Red Army was not as high as propaganda insists on. And that the command is not up to par, and many tanks are burning like matches.
  The officers spoke about the Germans with respect ... They nevertheless conquered almost the whole of Europe. And the older ones remembered the first world one. Then the Kaiser troops reached the Dnieper, and Russia went to the humiliating Brest-Litovsk peace.
  So Natasha was very upset. I did not want to bury my loved ones again, and even more so to fight with such a strong adversary as Germany and her satellites. There is little hope for Britain. However these carnivorous predators would not unite against Russia.
  The first days and weeks confirmed the most pessimistic forecasts. The Germans attacked and took one city after another. Within a few days, Minsk fell. And less than a month Smolensk. Natasha volunteered for the front. She girls are strong and very hardened.
  She became a tanker accidentally, before that she fought in the infantry. The Germans continued to advance. The part in which the girl fought, was surrounded. Natasha made her way to her and stumbled upon an abandoned tank. Zoya was with her and together the girls were able to start the car. And even took her out of the front line.
  For this they received a medal, and they were assigned to tank troops. The preparation was very brief - only a month and a half. The girls managed to take part in the defense of Moscow.
  Here it already seemed that our border was on the verge. The advanced units of the Fritz saw binoculars in the Kremlin, joining the suburbs of the capital. But a miracle happened.
  The enemies were not only stopped, but they managed to launch a counterattack. No one planned the last operation. It proceeded spontaneously, but this was even more successful. The Nazis fled, throwing equipment and literally froze in the cold.
  And "thirty-four" showed their good quality - permeability. The Germans were stuck in snowdrifts, and the knights moved and smashed the enemy.
  After the threat to Moscow was eliminated, everyone thought that now and then we would attack. And that the Nazis ridge is broken.
  But now it's all different again! Like in a scary fairy tale! About shifters! When black becomes white and white becomes black.
  And now it has become much worse. Formed a boiler from which you have to get out.
  Svetlana leaned out of the tank. T-34 car, which, in addition to the tight gearbox, there is also such a disadvantage, as poor visibility. Because of this, this tank loses a significant part of its fighting qualities. The German T-3 is deprived of such a flaw, and through it everything is seen relatively well.
  The girl even climbed into the captured trophy, noting the more comfortable working conditions of the crew, and the good optics of the German. True, the 50-millimeter cannon is rather weak, and another projectile is three times lighter than the Soviet one.
  Red-haired devil also tried to lean out. But two girls cramped to look through one hatch. They began to push.
  Angelica roared hard:
  - This is still my place! You spotter and should sit at the sight!
  Svetlana snapped:
  - I should see everything on the contrary! And you know your place better!
  The girls began to fight. Braided muscular, tanned bodies, strained strong muscles. Even with them bras from the tension slid.
  Natasha screamed at them, then pulled both of her bare toes, forcing her to calm down:
  - Not only that the Germans seize, so you still have to fight! Save your ardor for the fascists!
  The girls stopped squeezing each other, but turned to the commander in chorus:
  - How do we follow?
  Natasha made Solonovy decision:
  - You will get out one by one!
  Angelica naughty noticed:
  -And blonde will cheat!
  Svetlana evil replied:
  - You would be silent redhead - shameless!
  Natasha snarled:
  - Enough! Or I swipe you on chicken legs! Will change a friend on my team!
  The girl was shown one another by the tongues and ... left alone hanging around in the hatch.
  Natasha said in a cold tone:
  - You sit red, Svetlana remains!
  Angelica genuinely outraged:
  - She's been here for a long time! I appeared recently! And in theory, I should change it!
  Natasha, raising her voice, and letting go of the meta - The orders of the commander during the war are not discussed, but executed ... Or should I whip you?
  The fire devil reluctantly hid in a cramped, hot tower, grumbling:
  - Order of the commander during the war, when the circle of bullets whistling! Full of love and great prices, sacred, for Russian soldiers!
  Natasha smiled. The conflict was resolved, and soon the forest, and they will be safely covered. Then the keen Svetlana suddenly shouted:
  - German on the tank ahead!
  This is already serious ... And Natasha was frightened not so much by a tank battle, as by the fact that the fascist would call on the walkie-talkie. However, there is hope that for the sake of a lonely Soviet tank, the Fritzes will not fly.
  Although the German hid behind a stack of old hay, Svetlana managed to look at it. It was a T-3, and in the newest modification with a barrel length of 60 EL. The caliber is the same 50-millimeters, but the initial velocity of the projectile is much higher.
  The T-3 in the previous modification could have pierced at a distance of no more than 100 meters and then not surely head-on. The Soviet T-34 could theoretically reach a kilometer, but in practice it was about five hundred meters. But this time, the odds are almost equal. And the optics of the Nazis better.
  Despite all the risks, Zoe turned on the last gear. The thirty-fours roared even harder, so it laid its hands, and the tank itself came to shake. But now they are much harder to get into. The German is standing still and waiting for the Soviet car.
  It"s easier to hit a fixed target, but when your car shakes like this ...
  Svetlana comes down and with the help of Angelica suggests and makes the first shot.
  The shell is torn ten meters ahead of the German.
  Natasha strictly warns:
  - Careful! We don't have too many shells left!
  Svetlana, casually nodding his blonde head, replies:
  - This is just a sighting shot!
  Angelica mockingly sang:
  - Tomorrow will be better than yesterday! Zavra will be better than yesterday! Hello sunshine
  Svetlana a little, but clearly said:
  - Fart off!
  The girl tried to aim again. The German was still far away. It is even unlikely that his 50-mm armor will penetrate the Zis-76 cannon from such a distance. The fascist has not yet fired, but caught the target. Small tower T-34 small target. It is difficult to get into it from a distance, especially when a tank rushes at full speed like that.
  Svetlana hesitated. Shoot now or later, coming closer. Thirty-four in motion shakes, and it is impossible to take an accurate sight. You need to either stop, or come close enough, and even better close.
  Natasha says, clenching her fists:
  - To the glory of the Holy Motherland!
  Svetlana finally decides and shoots. The projectile spits out of the barrel. The girl accompanies his mind convoy.
  Already closer, about a half meters, from the German. Considering that the thirty-fours are hard to see from the sight, this is a good result. Angelica, who, leaning out at the moment of the shot, barked loudly:
  - Almost a little bit more!
  Svetlana muttered angrily:
  - A little bit does not count!
  The red-haired devil cooed:
  - Fuhrer give in the face, will kill somehow! We are now a little bit like a bit crazy!
  Svetlana impatiently pushed the beauty with her foot:
  - If you can, shut up!
  Angelica snarled:
  - Bricks!
  Finally, the German could not stand it, shot ... The projectile flew with a whistle dangerously close to the car. But Fritz did not hit. What was he thinking about? He suspected that such beauties were sitting in the carriage or was firing automatically? T-3 has a commander tower and good visibility. In the forty-first year, this tank became the most massive. With the help of the Germans, they achieved great success, capturing the territories into four German borders of 1937 and in just five months.
  Tank showed failure. Especially against HF. At the end of the forty-first year, an option appeared with a longer barrel length, and therefore the initial velocity of the projectile. The German expects to hit the enemy, although the thirty-four and problem machine. Sometimes Russians manage to get from a great distance, and in motion. It is necessary to swat the enemy like a fly.
  Natasha realizing that the chance of hitting there is always a whisper:
  - Lenin, party, Komsomol!
  A crazy thought flashed through, and didn"t I turn to God? But the Komsomol is not supposed to believe in God. And in general, if He is, why does he allow all this? Would a caring Creator have allowed such a mess? Also old age and death?
  Natasha, perhaps, was more afraid of death to grow old and become ugly. How all this is not aesthetic. And indeed, if we assume that a person is mortal, for the sake of development and progress, then disfiguring people with old age is somehow not from the hand. And where is the aesthetics of the creator? Does he like wrinkled and hunchbacked old women?
  Natasha could not explain it and made a conclusion - God is an invention of people! And in fact there is evolution. And maybe the time will come when a person will develop to such a level that he can also raise the dead! And then those who died in the war will be reborn in the world of bright communism!
  Natasha whispered:
  - May God grant the victory of our atheistic party!
  Svetlana calmed down and fired a third time ... The shell seemed to strike at armor, but again flew past. But the German rider ... Hell, hit!
  The tower shook, a ringing came. Fortunately, sloping armor deflected a shot at the ricochet.
  But the main thing Fritz from still a decent distance managed to please in a fast traveling tank with a small tower. And this means that an experienced tanker sits there, and next time she may not be leading ...
  Angelica automatically inserted the projectile. Svetlana prayed to ... Artemis! Apparently the goddess of the hunt seemed more appropriate in this particular case. And the girl hit her bare foot in a sharp corner. Svetlana noticed in herself that when she gets angry, she shoots better. And ... closed her eyes, relying on intuition ...
  The fourth shot ...
  Natasha whispered softly:
  - Shroud of heaven like a bedspread!
  And Angelica again looking out from behind the hatch, screamed:
  - Similarly, the bull's eye! Hit the tower!
  The shell broke the German tank at the junction. There was a fire and began to break the combat kit. Here the redhead did not quite tactfully notice:
  - Lucky! And only from the fourth time!
  Natasha hurried to fix Angelica:
  - With such a shaking and not bad! With the fourth attempt!
  Svetlana unexpectedly took the side of the redhead:
  - Not! She is right, it was better to get it the first time!
  Zoe began to slow down a little, trying to move the levers as smoothly as possible. Thirty-four slowed down. The tank outwardly looked rather rude, but it showed its effectiveness in practice. The German completely tore off the tower, and the body split from the detonation into two parts.
  But one Fritz still managed to get out of the car, and crouched behind the bushes, pretending to be dead. By order of Natasha, Zoe stopped the tank. Angelica and Svetlana jumped out of thirty-four. The redhead jumped toward the German and, demonstrating her uncommon strength, lifted him with one hand by the collar. However, the fascist was not only short in stature. This is indeed some kind of kid, a child's little face, a thin body, even a mustache has not yet made its way.
  Muscular redhead asked in German:
  "Are you such an underdeveloped dystrophic, or really shack?"
  The boy scared muttered:
   - I do not shket. I am from Jungfolk, I had an internship on a tank!
  Angelica burst out laughing:
  - From Yungfolka? Yes, you, that even fourteen years old no?
  The boy nodded and replied:
  "I'm only eleven!" My uncle took a ride. Do not send me to Siberia! - And the boy whimpered.
  Svetlana, who understood quite well in German, suggested:
  - Maybe let go to their child?
  Angelica fiercely grinned:
  - Let go to your German? Never!
  Honey blonde spotter rationally remarked:
  - If we bring such a shield as a prisoner above us, everyone will make fun!
  Commander Natasha also leaned out and, looking at the boy, remarked:
  - He's kind of skinny. - And the girl asked in German. - Are you really from Jungfolk?
  The boy replied:
  - Yes Milady...
  Natasha logically remarked:
  - If we take it with us, we can send it to a good orphanage. And if you let go to your own, then you look at the child and kill!
  Angelica unexpectedly objected:
  - Where have you seen good orphanages? I myself am an orphanage, and I visited a youngster, and I want to say no difference!
  Svetlana turned to Angelica and roared:
  - you redhead sat on the youngster? I always suspected it!
  Angelica sniffed contemptuously and remarked:
  - Our colony was so active that there were no thieves in it! Type pioneers, but with very strict discipline. I don"t even know a gangster!
  Natasha agreed with this:
  - It happens ... I also visited the colony, and there all the pupils are so cultured and neat that you rarely find such people in the pioneer camp. Well, okay, maybe the German child will become an outcast with us, and it will be more humane to let him go! Angelica frowned and suggested:
  - Can leave it with us. Let him be the son of the regiment, we will teach him the Russian language ...
  Natasha frowned at Angelica and growled:
  - Do you need a toy?
  The redhead said harshly:
  - And what's worse with us than living in a fascist menagerie?
  Svetlana accidentally stepped on the spilled engine oil and now wiped her bare, graceful leg against the grass. But the dust stubbornly stuck. The spotter supported Angelica:
  - Yes, the boy really will be better with us than with this Hitler beast! He is small, thin, fit in the tank! We will teach him to fight and perform feats!
  Natasha frownedly remarked:
  - Thirty-four and so close for the four of us tank. And then there's the boy to plant. However, it's not just that. There will be then about us chatting all sorts of nastiness!
  Angelica angrily remarked:
  "You think too badly of other people." Will not!
  Zoya also leaned out of the tank and hoarsely:
  - Girls, let's live in peace ... Ultimately, whether to leave the boy, it"s not we who decide, but the commander of the unit ... Well, for now, take the child with us and ride with the wind!
  Natasha reluctantly nodded and growled:
  - You'll see, the commander will forbid us to carry him. There is war, not kindergarten!
  Angelica extended her hand to the boy and said in pure German:
  - Now I'm your mom! You will live and eat with us!
  The boy replied weepingly replied:
  - Do not need an aunt, I want to go home!
  Angelica shook her head menacingly.
  -Not! You are in our captivity! If you do not want to Siberia, then you will be with us!
  The boy wanted to be enlightened, but with an effort of will he kept his tears. Yes, and the man did not appear to cry. Svetlana took the boy in her arms and carried her into the car. Indeed, five in the tank has become closer. And the girls are not small, and the car is too cramped. The captured German was quieter than water below the grass.
  The tank entered the forest. And in time, two attack aircraft of the famous Ju-87 just flew by. By itself, this plane is not too terrible in air battles, but very accurately throwing bombs, it can get into a separate tank.
  Natasha noticed with a smile:
  - And we hardly missed time because of this boy. They would have blown our tank into shards.
  Svetlana shrugged:
  - We won a tank duel with an almost equal opponent, and apparently an experienced shooter. Prior to this, several guns were also shot down and survived. Of course, not everyone out of our comrades was lucky!
  Natasha looked at her body and noticed:
  - We are all four so smooth, without scars ... How fortune would not have us revenge!
  Angelica shook her head.
  - Usually a good start implies a good end. Be that as it may, we are still alive!
  Svetlana rubbed her toes with her toes and suggested:
  - Maybe stop and have a snack. In the morning, do not eat!
   Natasha agreed:
  - Come on! At the same time and feed the child!
  The dinner was modest: lard, bread and onions. The army ration was not enough for everyone, and they received a gift in the village. The girls ate, gave and the boy. He was evidently still afraid and ate only a thin slice of sludge and bread. But Natasha found some more milk, the truth is sour.
  After eating the girls relaxed and sang ...
  Zoe sang for a while with everyone, but then she started the engine and the car started to throb again. It is not easy to get away from pursuing a thirty-four with its loud engine. Diesel also has a lot of flaws.
  Radio did not work, and you just had to move to the east. Virtually move blindly. Natasha from time to time protruded from the hatch. I tried, there peer and Angelica. And Svetlana from the heat and broke up, the girl fell asleep.
  The boy was sitting in the same place and also nodded. Natasha also thought where to lay her route. There were plenty of ideas. But what will lead to salvation?
  I did not want to get captured by the fascists. Natasha has already seen what it is fraught with on the example of Dinky. The poor girl was caught during an intelligence raid. At first, the Nazis stripped her and carefully whipped her with whips. Then they drove barefoot through the snow to the next village. And there with frostbite legs forced to dance on the coals.
  Poor Dink was in great distress. Then she was strung up on the rack and almost naked forced to hang until the girl had naked from the cold. So Natasha commemorated that they were waiting in the event of captivity - torture and execution. In general, it is surprising that such a cultural people like the Germans turned out to be so, just supernaturally cruel. Natasha herself was amazed that the fascists simply did not feel pity for anyone. They even tortured children, and this caused amazement ...
  Especially when the pioneers quilted with barbed, glowing wire. Brr! Is the Nazis instead of the heart of a stone?
  During the movement, the girls saw several Soviet fighters pushing through the forest. Natasha ordered to stop the tank and offered to let the soldiers down. So inside there was no place, the soldiers settled on the armor - the tower and the corps. Even held hands that did not fall down.
  The soldiers were young, almost all of them did not even have stubble, only the major was older than the rest. Angelica, being, like most red women, temperamental, began to flirt with the fighters. She even took the hands of the cutest and laid herself on her chest.
  Natashka harshly screamed at the red beast:
  - Keep calm!
  The young man, blushing, removed his hands, and Angelica snarled:
  - Well, do not you feel sorry for these boys, weaned off from the female affection?
  Natasha, softened, replied:
  - But it is not in front of everyone to do it ... When no one sees, then do what you want!
  Angelica shook her hips in annoyance. Intimacy, pretty young men excited. And the redhead possessing hot blood, was suffering, which can not now satisfy the lust of the tigress. Svetlana was also excited, she wanted a man, but she knew how to control herself. Although already outlined a sacrifice among the young men on the armor. Here is the blonde with black eyebrows. When they stop for the night, then ...
  Natasha also felt a desire in herself, but the education of the Komsomol protests against animal instincts. It is impossible here with the first comer, just because he is like making love. Although it is a pleasure.
  Natasha drives these thoughts from herself, but the more she tries, the more she wants. Fortunately, another Soviet tank appeared ahead. And, judging by the size and shape - KV.
  The girl was distracted, and Angelica, because the radio did not work, gave signals with flags. She replied with a Soviet tank. Like, everything is fine, we will soon leave the boiler.
  Only Zoya looked alarmed - there might not have been enough fuel.
  The blonde girl shouted at the redhead:
  - Signal that we need fuel.
  Angelica gave the signal. And they answered her. That the supply truck will soon fall and be better. The redhead stroked the soldier on his still beardless face and ... smacked his lips sharply. The young man flushed again. The major, frowning, asked:
  - Why don't you kiss me?
  Angelica tactless replied:
  - You are too old!
  The major with a hurt voice replied:
  "I'm only thirty-three years old." Age of Christ!
  Angelica sniffed contemptuously:
  - I do not believe in God! - As Lenin said: God is just an illusion, but it is a very harmful illusion, it binds the mind!
  The major, with sadness in his voice, replied:
  "I didn"t believe in God either, but such an amazing incident happened to me that this can only be explained by the intervention of higher powers!"
  The red-haired devil was skeptical:
  - Everything can be explained from a materialistic position. It is only necessary to have relevant knowledge.
  The major shrugged, his hair was already streaked with gray, and he really seemed at least forty years old. Angelica is still preferred by younger guys. And not too interested in major, as a man. Although curious, what is he unusual saw? Maybe devils?
  Angelica held bare soles on the sharp part of the weapon. The heel became ticklish, and the fire beauty smiled.
  Then she asked the major:
  - And what have you seen?
  He unexpectedly answered:
  - You know, I'll tell you this at the next meeting!
  Angelica was skeptical:
  "But you can be killed?"
  The major with deliberate indifference said:
  - So this is the fate! Like you beauty!
  Redhead seriously answered:
  "I am a witch, and witches do not die in war!"
  The major burst out laughing and stroked the girl on the fire head:
  "An atheist witch ... It's so interesting!"
  Angelica answered seriously:
  - It does not interfere! In addition, not believing in hell, where bolder you are doing witchcraft!
  The major still wanted to say something, as three shells sank into the KV tank ahead. Carefully disguised, the Germans set up an ambush. Moreover, one tank was the newest modification of the T-4 with a long-barreled 75 a millimeter cannon, capable of penetrating close-range and frontal armor KV. Again, the girls had to engage in an unequal battle. But apparently this is their fate - to fight and win! And nothing can be done against this even with their heroism!
  Although when you win victories in this, then the whole charm! No fear!
  Natasha sings loudly;
  The fascist executioner pulls out his shoulders,
  Here is the rack, tongs, drills at hand!
  He wants to cripple the body of the soul,
  A worthless monster, but seemingly cool!
  
  It promises money, steamboats in the sea,
  What even the title can give!
  Actually let you in expenses
  After all, for him you are just a corpse and a game!
  
  He wants to know about our business,
  What new chain to chain the poor!
  Therefore, chasing generously I get on,
  To forget the father and even the mother!
  
  But we will serve the Motherland hard,
  We do not break the cruelty executioner!
  The branch will bend by the wind,
  And babies bare crying is heard!
  
  Yes, I lost the first difficult round,
  But to recoup the Almighty will give a chance!
  And after that I will send the enemy to the knockout,
  My fist tight jaw reptile will give!
  
  Motherland gives me such strength
  What pain can all the torture overcome!
  And come out of this bottomless grave,
  So as not to gobbled up, angry bear!
  
  A little more and salvation is close -
  We will achieve victory over the enemy!
  To live under the cover of the light of communism,
  So that the sun flooded the house with gold!
  
  
  . CHAPTER number 1.
  The boy-child prodigy Oleg Rybachenko showed his girlfriend Margarita Bulgakova an intricate drawing made on the tablet. The girl, blinking blue eyes in bewilderment, said:
  - These are some scribbles ...
  The boy shook his head in reply.
  - Yes, no ... This is the original way of moving in parallel universes. As you do not understand, I made a discovery!
  Margarita laughed and noticed, pointing her fingers at the tablet:
  - Until I see in reality, I will not believe! You are not yet thirteen, and you are claiming to be open to the academicians!
  The light-haired boy with a haircut halfbox confidently stated:
  - I know what I do! You can go to my country house and I will show it really works!
  A tall girl with a quickly forming figure shook her long hair and answered, after a short pause:
  - Now we will go ... What time to pull!
  Oleg nodded to the girl, and politely suggested:
  - Follow me!
  Margarita went for the boy. Oleg Rybachenko was the pride of the school: a round high achiever, the winner of many olympiads, an athlete. But at the same time, it is disliked by many schoolchildren for their dissimilarity to the rest. In particular, in the classroom the boy wrote fantastic stories, which sometimes sadness in magazines, but their plot was often very elaborate. Often the boy didn"t say the smartest jokes. Often spoke negatively about the authorities, and in general was a black sheep.
  Perhaps that is why Oleg and worked hard on boxing, not to become an outcast, and not to be beaten. The boy's knuckles are full and large. The face on the contrary is round, pretty, and kind.
  Margarita is also an excellent student, and she loved to write different stories. The boy and girls became friends and went to the disco together. But at the same time, they often quarreled.
  But now, on the way to the courtyard, Oleg and Margarita were blocked by the high school students. They began to growl wildly and make vulgar jokes. The boy, without thinking twice, snatched a plastic pistol, and drove it along the offenders with an electric arc.
  The bugs fled in fear. Margarita showing them the tongue, and shouted:
  - Here you will be!
  And scared, she whispered to Oleg:
  - Get out sooner, otherwise you will get into a special school!
  The boy shivered. He really was almost shut in a beetle, for various skirmishes with high school students. Not only has already come home the policeman. Put the handcuffs on the child, and brought him into the yard, so that everyone could see.
  Under guard, in handcuffs, they took the boy to the institution. Here Oleg really scared. What is it really sent to a real prison only for children? Brought to the institution itself behind barbed wire. And forced to undress, squat stretched out his arms in front of a mirror. Then a police lady in rubber gloves put her fingers into her mouth. It was disgusting and humiliating.
  After various measurements, photographing in profile, full face, weighing. And then his hands smeared with black paint and forced to play the piano.
  It was all humiliating, embarrassing and scary. After that, he also shaved his bright head with the head off as a felon, gave off a robe and broken shoes that were not the size. Led along the corridors. Everywhere openings, grilles, mesh. Horror ...
  And then the camera itself, where he opened the door. There on the bunks slept the boys.
  Externally, however, not so scary. The room is spacious for eight people, there are several pictures hanging, and even a TV can be seen. The boys woke up. About his age, with short haircuts. Only who is older than fourteen years in tattoos. They asked a few questions. The eldest said:
  - Well, now to sleep ... here is the most terrible climb at six in the morning ... Postponement on the day off! Like a normal kid!
  Really flooded early, drove to the gym. It looks like a summer camp, but not very comfortable. But educators in police uniform and strict. The food is quite normal, not worse than in a regular camp, even oranges were given. Study in general from the bald, work only a few days a month ... In principle, you can live ...
  In the evening, even with the boys watched TV, frolicked on computers. I slept normally at night - children's sleep is strong. Oleg Rybachenko stayed in a special school for two days, and was returned back. It"s certainly psychologically unpleasant behind bars, but you can live. And the boy after that even became more impudent. In any case, classmates in front of him began to experience fear.
  The teachers appreciated the intellect and great abilities of Oleg, who knew several languages and pulled out the school at the Olympiads. But the episode with the special school really was. The biggest, albeit temporary loss - hairstyles. Although with a shorn skull, the boy has a much more awesome appearance.
  In the courtyard, they mounted motor scooters ... Formally, it"s still too early to drive such a car, the guys are quite large and smart, the police did not slow them down.
  Rushing down the street, the boy and girl were still talking on cell phones.
  Margarita asked Oleg:
  - And what did you really move in time?
  The boy nodded confidently.
  - Yes, and I saw something interesting!
  Margarita was curious and, she asked:
  - And what exactly?
  Oleg Rybachenko said with a laugh:
  - Well, I have seen so far only the past of the planet Earth. Including the Great Patriotic War.
  Margarita asked in surprise:
  - Was there also a Great Patriotic War in a parallel universe?
  The boy nodded his light blond head.
  - Yes, it was! And even worse than in our ...
  Margarita whispered:
  - Our country is still far away, tell us a little what you saw?
  The boy eagerly began to tell the girl, seen in an alternate universe.
  - The Germans abandoned plans to attack Stalingrad and transferred the burden of hostilities to Africa. Already in June 1942, a dozen fascist divisions were deployed on the black continent. And in July, the Germans defeated the British in Egypt, seizing Alexandria. In August, the fascists were able to break through to Iraq, where with the support of the local population they took Baghdad. At the same time, the British base in Malta was crushed.
  In September, the Nazis took control of the Middle East. A series of defeats showed the weakness of the British against battle-worthy German units. In October, the general German offensive began in Africa. Soviet troops tried to attack near Rzhev, but did not achieve significant success.
  November was held in an attempt by the Red Army to break through the defenses in the Kharkov region. But even here the Germans managed to press only a few kilometers and they withstood ...
  The boy fell silent and whistled to the lips. The girl noted with dismay:
  - But after all, so allies could fail at all!
  Oleg nodded and confirmed:
  "Most likely, but ... I did not see what happened next." And then everything could be extremely interesting.
  Margarita nodded and sang:
  There are many ways in the world - you won"t collect bones! Oleg Rybachenko sighed heavily ... Not all Shrovetide cat. Of course, it would be interesting to see how this alternative story will end. Is Russian warriors can not cope with Fritz and without unreliable allies?
  The boy, meanwhile, continued to tell:
  - I saw another universe in which they could not kill Rasputin and another bifurcation occurred.
  Margarita excitedly nodded to the little boy:
  - Well, let's tell!
  Oleg Rybachenko began to briefly state.
  - The fact that Rasputin survived, delayed the implementation of the February coup. As a result, the revolution did not happen. Already in late April, the Russian army launched a successful offensive in Galicia. Brusilovsky troops broke through the Austrian frontiers and surrounded Lviv. Only the approach of additional German divisions allowed the Russian offensive on the Przemysl line to be suspended. But part of the Romanian front also went on the attack. Bucharest was released. The Austrians could not withstand the stress of fighting, fled like mad hares.
  The Germans and then covered it was a gap. But the position of Germany turned out to be critical, moreover the United States also stepped into the war. The allies, using tanks, increased their onslaught. In July, the Russian army launched an offensive in the area of the western front. The Germans fought desperately, but the triple numerical superiority of the Russian troops, and the lack of shells from Germany, had an effect.
  German troops moved back here, went to Bug, and then after the resumption of the offensive and the Vistula ... There they became entrenched ... As a result, 1917 was successful for the Russian troops. In addition, impressive successes were achieved against the Turks. The Russian army reached the Mediterranean and united with the British. And in January 1918, the whole of Asia Minor was under the control of Russian troops.
  Germany found itself in a position of heavy strategic hold. And it is extremely difficult for her to escape from the clutches of the Entente. Then King William and offered to make peace with Russia and other countries. But the position of France was unequivocal: only unconditional surrender. By this time, the Austro-Hungarian army finally collapsed and the Russian troops, despite the winter in February 1918, launched an offensive on the southern flank.
  And reached the end of March to Budapest. Austria-Hungary capitulated. And on April 1, Germany announced its surrender. So ended the First World War.
  Peace talks were held in Peterhof, as a result of which Russia got itself Poznan, Klaipeda, Krakow region, Galicia, Bukovina. And from Turkey also Asia Minor with the straits, as well as Constantinople.
  Territorial conquests were considerable. In addition, Germany pledged to pay reparations to the parties.
  In Europe, several countries emerged on the site of Austria-Hungary, and Romania, in connection with Nicholas II, significantly expanded its borders. But Bulgaria has lost. The Ottoman Empire disappeared from the world map altogether. Syria became French, Iraqi English, like Palestine. Mecca and other lands in Saudi Arabia, the allies decided to share later.
  The authority of Nicholas II was strengthened and under the benevolent spirit the emperor dismissed the Duma and canceled his previous decree on elections. And so ended the era of parliamentarism in Russia ...
  Then came a series of small wars. In Afghanistan - which was shared with the British, in Iran - is also a division with Britain, and a joint company in the Middle East. As a result, the recent Islamic countries have come under the political control of the Christian world.
  For a long time until 1929 there was a period of stabilization of capitalism. Russia experienced rapid economic growth, coming in second place in industrial production and second only to the United States.
  But the Great Depression began. A strong blow to all world economies including the Russian one.
  The situation inside the country sharply worsened. The intelligentsia actively demanded democratization, liberalization, and a constitution. Everyone wanted freedom and at least some kind of democracy. In 1931, Japan announced the creation of a puppet Chinese empire in Manchuria, and invaded Shanghai.
  This was the reason for the declaration of the War of the Rising Sun. Despite all the self-confidence of the samurai, the royal troops under the command of Denikin defeated the Japanese. The situation was somewhat worse at sea, but when the squadron approached from the Baltic, under the command of Kolchak, the advantage was already on the side of Russia.
  As a result, a convincing revenge was taken for defeat in the former Russian-Japanese war. Russia regained control: Port Arthur, Manchuria, took Korea under patronage. South Sakhalin, the Kuril Islands, and Taiwan were also occupied by Russian troops.
  Russia became the largest Pacific power, and established hegemony on the seas. While the British Leo quickly weakened and lost their positions.
  The boy-child prodigy wanted to continue to tell, but they shouted. A dozen bikers in leather jackets cut the path of a couple that rode on scooters. Bikers looked awesome: bearded, overgrown with long hair. And something ugly said ...
  Oleg Rybachenko pulled out his pistol and cried out in the Sharikov style:
  - Indecent words can not be expressed!
  Bikers burst out laughing, opening their throats wide:
  - Like, we are afraid of you!
  In response, the boy pulled the trigger. Multicolored bubbles flew out. Once in the hairy creatures, they literally made them cluck and explode in abuse of pain. Bikers moved in different directions, howling and swearing indecent words.
  Margarita whimpered her face and remarked:
  - That's really from whom and should not take an example!
  The boy nodded in agreement and shook his pistol, answering an unasked question:
  - A kind of unstable electricity ... Very effective!
  The girl whistled and smacked the kid on the cheek, saying:
  - Yes, you're super! Made such a little thing! I knew you were a genius!
  Oleg modestly replied:
  - I'm just an inventor ... And while the government is not interested in my projects. - Here the boy spat contemptuously. - For a long time I want to go to college. In school, I have long been uninteresting!
  Margarita sang her ringing, pleasant little voice:
  - What a school life ... Where is the test every day! Addition, division, multiplication table ...
  Children on scooters have already left Moscow. The majestic, beautiful city was left behind. The capital of the most powerful country in the world, it makes an indelible impression on the entire planet. But the boy with the girl does not pay attention. One thing worries them - as if, the police did not slow down, and did not demand documents from the youngsters.
  But the rules, they do not violate the movement, adjusted to automatism.
  Oleg Rybachenko expressed his opinion:
  - The multiplication table is primitive ... I personally dream to refute Einstein's theory of relativity. In particular, the possible speeds exceeding light in a vacuum. And I have a lot of interesting ideas on this topic.
  Margarita shook her head.
  - You should not express them ... Theory is boring! And practice is expensive!
  The boy just giggled in response ... And he added gas. Yes, these girls do not like boring scientific reasoning. Give them something simple. Like, for example, adventures with greentails. And the soul wants something else. Fly to cosmic worlds. See life beyond the solar system.
  For example, a mixture of the Colorado potato beetle and pineapple. Shake hands with your brother according to reason. Or maybe a shaggy wing, or nose. How interesting must these aliens be. What do they eat for breakfast? Or maybe they replenish their energy with electricity! What are they still funny creatures!
  Oleg slightly tilted the scooter and asked Margarita:
  - What do you think about life on other planets?
  The girl shot her eyes and answered fervently:
  - I do not know ... Although the existence of other worlds is not contrary to science!
  Oleg agreed and nodded:
  - It's not even Newton's biome, but the Pythagorean theorem!
  Margarita giggled and rang out in a juicy voice:
  - As well, there is no dirty theory. We will learn necessarily connected ...
  He drove lush May grove. The air is filled in late spring. And everything is so joyful in my heart, and forget-me-nots are flourishing.
  The dacha of Oleg Rybachenko"s parents is rather large and elegant. With a fence and a large plot of land. The boy opened the door with an electronic key and invited the girl into the courtyard.
  Oleg was cheerful, and he was impatient to show the discovery to his friend. A boy with a smile on his lips led the girl to the basement. He was excited about his discovery.
  Margarita lingered. She looked at the bizarre paintings in a cubist manner and asked in surprise:
  - What do you have? Scripts by Picasso?
  Oleg shook his head:
  - No, it's my dad indulging. He is not only a famous science fiction writer, but also an artist. Some of his paintings cost a lot of money they were auctioned off.
  The girl whistled:
  - A decent cottage ... Three floors, and there is a kind of underground pool.
  Oleg nodded vigorously with his bright, short-haired head:
  - The pool is so-so - a splash pool. But next to the laboratory, which made great discoveries.
  Margarita expressed quite an adult thought:
  "I"m still afraid if we"re technologically behind the West." Somehow, science fiction is not fashionable!
  Oleg confidently stated:
  - As long as there are guys like me ... That"s not what we can do! For example, I think how to make a weapon that neutralizes a nuclear explosion. Then, for example, to us, any of the missiles will not be terrible!
  The girl giggled wittily and rounded eyes:
  - Neutralization of the atomic bomb? That's cool! The boy walked back in his arms. He was as clever as a chimp. Then he got to his feet opened the doors to the basement for Margarita. They walked along the corridor, Oleg opened another armored door. The children took a few steps and ended up in the laboratory. There was a mass of various devices, sensors, flasks and test tubes. Twisted the wires ...
  And in the very center of the laboratory there was something similar to a widescreen TV, but behind it were a lot of levers and buttons. Looked fancy.
  The boy proudly put his fists on his hips and said:
  - Here it is a time machine!
  Margaret chirped in surprise:
  - And this is a time machine? So much on the TV looks like ...
  The girl went to the unit, pointed at the screen with her index finger. Carefully held on the surface and whispered:
  - Well, you and the inventor ... And how does it work?
  Oleg Rybachenko took a serious look and, turning the lever, replied:
  - It shows parallel universe. We ourselves do not move in it.
  Margarita became even more curious and she asked the boy:
  "Well, show me something."
  The boy smiled and began to turn the levers and push the buttons. An image appeared on the screen ... At first, rather muddy, and then it began to become clear.
  Angular, small tanks appeared. They moved through the spring fields and fired. It was a real fight. Shreds of smoke rose into the sky, trenches burst.
  And planes roared in the air. Someone twisted spirals ...
  The image on the TV now and then jumped, and jumped up ... It was impossible to consider anything.
  The boy turned the lever again ... It became a little clearer. Now you can see how Soviet guns shoot at German tanks. Flashes blaze near German cars. Here is one got a projectile on the tracks. She stopped and began to shoot - a German in a rage. On it again lupanul. The armor cracked, and Hitler's mastodon caught fire ...
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - The brightest flame bonfire,
  My love is burning ...
  Though the enemy is treacherous and cunning,
  But he will be broken!
   Margarita was curious and, she asked:
  - How does this story differ from ours?
  The boy grinned and with a pleasant smile on his lips, answered:
  - It differs a lot! Now I'll show you the last entry.
  And the boy turned the two levers and pressed the button.
  The image has already painfully familiar man with a mustache. He spoke German, which Margarita did not know, but simultaneous interpretation followed.
  The Führer of Germany, as always, pronounced his long monologue:
  - Our troops were already near Moscow itself, and they saw the Kremlin through binoculars. But the hardest frosts forced us to retreat. We won not Russian guns, but nature. Not a Russian soldier, but Russian frost! But spring comes.
  At the cost of heroic efforts, the German people gathered new divisions. And now we are faced with a choice - who should be put out of action first: Britain and the United States, or Russia behind them. So gentlemen, I decided that after all the Leo's empire is much more important to crush. The Russian bear will still not be able to quickly develop its industrial potential. And we, in turn, will be able to quickly overcome the north of Africa and the Middle East from Britain.
  Every day, the British and Americans are releasing more and more tanks and airplanes that press us. No doubt this should be done as quickly as possible.
  Therefore, I command, reflecting the blows of the Soviet troops in the eastern direction, to refrain from conducting large-scale offensive actions, and to concentrate efforts on the Black Continent and the Middle East. It is from there that victory will come to us!
  Rosenberg politely asked the Führer:
  - And if the Russians will attack us?
  Hitler confidently answered:
  - Answer the active defense. We already have the newest T-4s with long-barreled guns that are not inferior to the Soviet T-34s. There is something to answer the Red Army. And soon there will be tanks and heavier, which will decide the outcome of the war in the east. In the meantime, promotion in Africa will decide the outcome of the war.
  Field Marshal Keitel enthusiastically remarked:
  - Rommel is a very talented commander. And if he is given more power, and not just two divisions, he will perform miracles. So the decision to attack in Africa, and not to go into the Russian open spaces should be considered reasonable. In addition, the attack in the Caucasus, which was proposed to us by the OKW, is operationally too risky. Since the councils can from the area of Stalingrad hit our troops in the rear. And this is fraught with the appearance of a boiler in the Caucasus.
  The Fuhrer drank a glass of orange juice in one gulp. From his saw like a typical drunk. Then he croaked deafeningly. - We will break them all! This is not a game for you to play ...
  Then the fascist number one moved his dog to the side - a blond shepherd. The animal rushed to hell, and knocked down a crystal glass. Ice cream, fell on the uniform of Hermann Göring. Fat Reichmarshal screamed desperately:
  - Sentry!
  The Fuhrer retinue burst out laughing. Everything looked extremely funny. Especially when Goering thick hands, began to smear on the uniform of the cream. From this, he only became dirtier. Female servants jumped and began to wipe the second man in the Third Reich.
  Hitler giggling, said:
  - And my successor is a jester!
  Himmler supported the Fuhrer:
  - Just some kind of clown!
  The Nazi and the people turned to his chief executioner and quietly asked:
  "Why does guerilla warfare grow in the territories liberated from the Bolsheviks?"
  Himmler timidly replied:
  - The Bolshevik propaganda is dumbing out people's brains. For twenty years of their domination, the communists so washed their heads of their citizens that they could not distinguish black from white ...
  The Fuhrer took a piece of cake from the golden tray, swallowed it, drinking it down with his favorite orange juice and rationally noted:
  - It is necessary to intensify the process of forming units of the former Soviet citizens in the occupied territories. It is necessary that local forces fight the bandits. In the police should take the former felons, all sorts of scum and scum. We will destroy the bandits with the hands of bandits!
  Himmler indulgently stretched out and reported:
  "This is already being done by my Führer!" More than a million former Soviet citizens were accepted into various, first of all, police formations. Priests of all denominations are invited to cooperate. Especially actively formed nationalist brigades in Ukraine and the Baltic States. Our recent success in the Crimea, led to the fact that the Tatars have become very willing to join the local formation. In general, to push the Soviet citizens together a lot is being done!
  Lame shorty Goebbels confirmed:
  - Propaganda is actively working. We shot several films for residents of the occupied territories. We distribute all kinds of tales about how well it will live under the auspices of the Reich. I even have an idea to create in Ukraine several exemplary settlements that it was rumored how to live well under the Third Reich, how nourishing!
  Hitler grimaced in displeasure.
  -It can be done! But best of all, our fighting power keeps the people in check. And I have to say an unpleasant discovery was that we are lagging behind the advice in military technology. Especially in tanks. I gave the order to our designers to create cars that are superior to Soviet designs. And on my birthday new Tigers were shown. Now the question is small - when will they start en masse to go to the front?
  General Designer Porsche modestly replied:
  - We are working hard my Führer. But the "Tiger" was too heavy. Because of this, a more powerful seven hundred horsepower engine was needed. Its fine-tuning and slows down the work.
  The Fuhrer interrupted, waving his fists:
  - We need a more powerful tank. And the average as a competitor to the Soviet T-34-76. Where is it? Shame on you!
  And Hitler splashed juice from the glass in the face of Porsche. He only snorted and bowed to the Führer, having babbled:
  - Oh, the greatest, will be ready soon! Our tanks will be tested and fire and sword at the front.
  The Imperial Minister for Arms and Ammunition Speer desperately confirmed:
  - The release of technology is rapidly increasing my Fuhrer. The economy is being transferred to a war footing. So everything will be in full openwork. A formidable Focke-Wulf with six firing points is ready to fight the enemy bombers. The newest Yu-188 bomber is unmatched in flight performance. I promise that due to the use of slave labor and the resources of Africa ahead of the enemy, both in quality and quantity of equipment produced!
  The Fuhrer nodded confidently and said:
  - We have enough slaves to repeatedly increase the production of weapons. Much is being done in this direction, but this is not enough! I will demand more!
  And Hitler stepped on the bad leg Goebbels. How desperately howled this shorty. As he began to jump, like a scalded dog. And the Fuhrer laughed wildly. He caught the girl-maid by the foot, tickled her bare heel, and blinked:
  - We must have a lot of just such slaves! They will serve me and bow! Already in the Third Reich twenty million slaves work, but they produce too little.
  The girl smiled and chirped:
  - I am ready to work my Führer!
  The fascist dictator bellowed: - So let it be the work of aerobatics! We will show everyone our valor! Let all our pilots, such as Marcel, to whom I hand over the Order of the Knight of the Cross, an iron cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds ...
  The Fuhrer did not have time to finish speaking as a powerful explosion followed. Torn TV showing the past of the parallel universe. A pair of the cleverest children came under the blow of a temporary tornado and spun in a whirlwind of eras ...
  . CHAPTER number 2
  Rommel offensive developed successfully. Pal Tolbuk, the British fled in panic. On the eastern front, the Red Army suffered a brutal defeat near Kharkov, finding itself in a boiler. But the decision to develop an attack on Voronezh was not followed. The Germans, having achieved private success in the east, switched to active defense. The liberated forces went to Africa with the aim of conquering the black continent and incrementing new resources. A kind of alternative war plan. The Red Army, having suffered several defeats, temporarily defended. May and early June turned out to be unfortunate for her. And the whole burden of fighting was transferred to the Black Continent.
  There are actively deployed reinforcements. Including something beautiful and unique in the grace.
   The company of girls from the special SS battalion "tigress" flew on a Me-323 transport plane to Tunisia. The girls-warriors were all as on selection, young and not yet married. Mostly high sports blondes, the color of the German nation, its blood and juice.
  Two girls honey blonde and fiery-red stand out among other warriors, who are also, by the way, worthy of the catwalk for their beauty and seriousness in their eyes. If all the other warriors were from among relatively experienced fighters who had time to smell gunpowder in France, Russia and the Balkans. But not so much that too much, for the transience of hostilities and not the desire, to send the girls into the thick of it. They had already fought, then the two were very young, almost girls the very last moment, replacing those killed during the air raid. Of course, they were also trained with all the German thoroughness, but such innocent ones were barely sixteen. Real roses thrown in the desert.
  The fiery redhead "tigress" asked her blonde girlfriend:
  "There are many blacks in the British army." They are very rude and cruel, but imagine Magda, what will happen if you are taken prisoner and torture begin?
  Honey blonde calmly replied:
  - I will try not to be captured by Christina, but if, after all, it is the will of God, we will not give the enemy anything!
  Redhead Christina said in a whisper:
  - Rumor has it that a big offensive in the east with Russia will begin soon. And the troops are pulling up, concentrating their forces. No wonder because the army called up so much infantry, the girls say that there are almost no men left in the villages!
  Magda agreed with a sigh.
  - Yes, it would be creepy! To wage war against the Russians: cruel and fanatical, with their endless spaces and harsh winters ... It will be something awful!
  The redhead objected:
  "The Russians could not win, even the tiny Finnish army, and we smashed, the biggest enemy forces!" Under us is the whole of Europe, and Rommel destroys the British in Africa. Why do you think you will lose?
  Magda reluctantly replied:
  "Russians have a large population, and endless spaces." They will swallow too many troops! And if we do not have time to take the capital of Russia before the winter, our soldiers will simply freeze, and the equipment will be upset, and get stuck in snowdrifts, it will be elementary terrible!
  Christine shook her head vigorously.
  - Oh, do not talk about such nasty things, let's better sing some romance. About love...
  Magda, smiling innocently, agreed:
  - Of course, the best sing!
  The girls of the "Tigress" sang with their clear, crystal voices:
  Pearly, trembling hairstyle,
  Worried, my chest trembles!
  I'm a girl like a timid birch tree
  I'm afraid, and move and sigh!
  
  And what is the fresh wind whispering in your ear?
  The sand crunches under the barefoot ...
  And there is no happier me on the planet
  When I walk with you in the woods!
  
  Open my favorite big secret
  How the heart managed to bewitch!
  But is your face so sad?
  On the forehead passed the wrinkles of the finest thread! I am a young man with anguish responds;
  For a long time to part with you war!
  To find us a place in the forests of paradise,
  Defeated, must into the thick of Satan!
  
  In response, the slender birch nodded
  You're more to me than a heart friend!
  Although the outcome of the battle may be tearful,
  But God is the shepherd with us!
  
  Shatter the hell of demons - evil shadows,
  So that the groves bloomed green!
  Stroke my tanned knees
  Tighten up cute hug me!
  
  And he answered like a maiden as a joke,
  Said by the sound of sprawling branches;
  - And will you wait for me you year dove?
  Strong temptation of hot cranes!
  
  In response, I told him so strictly
  - I will not stand at the machine stand!
  And to my taste is the road of war,
  I want to fight, vicious win!
  
  Came to the point - cut down the branches-braids,
  I was given a new disc with a machine!
  Though the herbs are crying like pearls of dew,
  Why innocence - became like a soldier!
  
  Then, that Motherland is more precious to me,
  Homeland above the stars is burning in the soul!
  Not the same gut that bart on the bed,
  And spend the night with a rifle in a hut!
  
  Victory will come, I believe in this holy
  After all, our business is always right!
  Well, smile more cheerful guys,
  Waiting for us, believe good fortune!
  The whole family sang with them, while the girls shook their heads and clapped their palms. But then their idyll was interrupted, the siren howled and English planes appeared in the sky! The Spitfires tried to attack the supply caravan. ME-109 from the convoy of escort bravely rushed to meet them. Fire-red Christine even jumped for joy:
  - Here it begins the battle in the air! It'll be cool!
  Magda excitedly confirmed:
  - Now ours, they will succumb!
  The English Spitfires were eighteen, and the German Messers were fifteen, not much difference. They scored machine gun bursts and aircraft guns. Christine chuckling, pointed finger:
  - Look at how our our thresh! Beauty!
  Magda philosophically spoken:
  - In a fight, not the strongest will win, but the meanest will win enough to provoke her, and not get involved himself!
  - War is a competition where everyone is disqualified before the start! - supported Christina.
  He from the English "Spitfire" has already caught fire, and began to fall, after him began to fall and the German ... The battle began to flare up with even greater bitterness. The British planes had machine gun armament, and the Germans had guns in one 20-millimeter one piece, the other as many as three 20-millimeter guns, but such machines had only two ... Speed characteristics and maneuverability are almost the same, perhaps even the ME-109 even he weighs less and turns faster. But the British are not so simple, so three of their fighters rushed to the transport, not paying attention to the cover fire. Inside the tigress girls screamed:
  - Come on guys do not miss! Forced light fire!
  Redhead Christina will scream:
  - Powerr! Foerr!
  Me-323 is a huge transport capable of carrying up to 200 people landing, it has six machine guns of defensive weapons. They are located in the "hedgehog" system and start scribbling ... Fighters are firing, and large-caliber bullets pierce the skin and pierce the coating. Female warriors bounce, while squealing like pigs:
  "The lion bitch."
  One of the girls hooked and she convulses. A girl doctor jumps up to her and immediately states:
  - struck through! - And makes her dressing. - That calms down and tries to keep groans. But then the Messerschmit comes to the English fighter in the rear, accurate shots and it lights up and falls. Tiger girls roar:
  - Wonderful! This is our boyfriend!
  At this point, the machine gunner covering the fuselage (and this is a man) falls pierced through the bullet. Magda rushes like lightning, clings to the wire and falls, her boots fly off. A young girl flickering bare, pink heels in a pair of jumps through knocked-down bodies, jumps to the machine gun and presses the trigger. Lead is spat out of the barrel and the Spitfire loses control, begins to collapse into a tailspin.
  Tigress girls scream enthusiastically, and chant:
  - Puck! Washer! Germany vs Britain two-zero!
  Magda, however, did not have time to bring down the second fighter, it was destroyed by German pilots. Air battles were fleeting, and having lost more than half of the fighters, the British fled. The score was 11 against 3 in favor of the Germans. The girls shouted in response, so joyfully and shook hands with each other. The blonde Magda, who was not taken aback, and praised the first shot down plane, her victim, was also praised! The girl flushed with great excitement and muttered:
  - Yes, I did not remember myself! Was it something like that? It is already unthinkable! I am in a trance ...
  Christine with a displeased grin murmured:
  - But I myself can not forgive the delay. So just took when braked!
  Company Commander Margaret Consoled Christine:
  - There is still so much fighting! Here it is Africa!
  Kristina giggled and cut off:
  - Small children are not for nothing, do not go children to Africa for a walk! In Africa there are sharks, in Africa there are gorillas, and in Africa there are big crocodiles! But the Great Reich; told us - do not drift!
  All the tigress girls laughed in unison. How cool it was ...
  The capital of Tunisia, also bears the name, Tunisia it houses the main base of the Nazis in Africa. Germany"s main ally: Mussolini entered World War II only on June 17, five days before the capitulation of France. He wanted to "win", or rather kick, an already defeated enemy in order to gain considerable territorial gains. Well, in the case of the failure of Germany, to open the second southern front against the Third Reich! The Italian army acted, not very successfully and in spite of the overwhelming numerical superiority, was able, at the cost of enormous losses, to advance only a few kilometers. But so Mussolini did not particularly successfully entered the war. In the future, the Italians fought very poorly. Bits in Greece, despite their numerical superiority, in Ethiopia, having almost five times more power than the British, and in Libya, having lost almost the entire territory from the already started developing oil wells.
  But Rommel, a young general who joined the Nazi party, even before Hitler came to power, struck the strongest counterstrike against the British. And he began the offensive even before the transfer of the main forces having only ten tanks and fifty disguised as a truck tank. Prompt throw, was captured by the best British general Calico, and almost all of Libya returned under the control of the Nazis. However, the well-fortified fortress Tolbuk, so ineptly surrendered by the Italians, still holds! Rommel has only two hundred tanks, all T-1 and T-2, that is, light, and another two hundred Italian are generally machine gun wedges weighing 2.7 tons. Of course, with such forces it is difficult to fight with Matilda: having a frontal armor of 78 - millimeters and 70 - millimeter "Cromwell". While the front is temporarily stabilized, both sides are accumulating strength ...
  This was followed by a relatively successful English offensive. The Germans retreated, thirty thousand Italians were taken prisoner. Then Rommel, taking advantage of the concentration of the English forces, struck a series of blows. Resulting in Tolbuk conquered. And new successes have been achieved.
  The SS company landed at the airport and, immediately, hot African air blew on them. Still summer, June and Africa! The girls, however, tried to fasten and did not show that they were hot. And then Margaret ordered:
  - Make a march throw across the desert! And at the same time we will test sunscreens, jump in swimsuits!
  The tigress girls frowned in disgust: they were experimenting again with them. Although of course in a bathing suit in such a heat is much nicer than a uniform, and even body armor, which can also be made to wear.
  The girls quickly dressed in a bathing suit, painted to match the color of the desert, began to smear with a protective cream, which, by the way, should also help them tan faster. Magda helped Christine smear, and ta Magda. Redhead noticed:
  "These are still what Tunisia, on the outskirts of a slum, only in the center of fifty stone houses and a dozen mosques. I've read fairy tales and expected to see the Arabs magnificent palaces with a fountain and gardens!
  Magda answered with a sigh:
  - Alas, if in our world it was like a fairy tale! Christina continued:
  - But man is smart, progress is nice! Though it seems, the Lord forgot it!
  Left alone bathing suits, and slightly before applying the cream rinsed in cool water, the girls-beauties experienced some relief. If the plane itself was still not so hot, then at the airport and the city is just hell. True, other tigresses have already managed to make war in Greece, where April is warm, but still not as in Africa in summer.
  After the shower, the girls were in leather slaps, but Margaret ordered:
  - Pick up another cream and thoroughly lubricate the soles! You will march through the desert barefoot! What is blinking - understand, so proceed.
  Tigress girls smeared their graceful feet of bare, girlish feet, without much enthusiasm. After all, the sand of the Sahara is an almost red-hot frying pan. True, it is still close to the coast, and grassy meadows often fall. But run bare soles over stones, gravel, sand, that heated the African Sun? This is generally wild!
  However, girls-tigresses are not so sissy, the elite training program includes forced marches for girls from the Women's German Union, and also often barefoot, and cross-country terrain. So that warriors do not argue!
   Generally for fascist Germany character, craving for various experiments. Hitler is an ardent admirer of Nietzsche"s theory of the superman, or the man of the future. It must be stronger, faster, clever and cruel than modern people. A true German soldier must be: strong, fast, hardened - because he is Aryan! But the Aryans, who give birth to the heroes, must themselves be warriors, and force should be brought up! Therefore, the most well-trained girls are hard trained, hardened, raised! So their kind, genetically gifted beauties, must undergo extreme hardening in African deserts: to prove that an Aryan and Aryan have all the tests and not the barrier that the Third Reich cannot take that barrier!
  And so the company, leaving the military camp, runs along the narrow, rocky fishing rods of Tunisia.
  Bare girlish heels prick black, sharp pebbles of the road, and cruelly bake. But the lubricant does so slightly soften the burns, and when you run fast, it does not bake so much, although the sun has passed for noon and the temperature is maximum. However, the grimy Arab kids are shrinking, little black heels, without any cream and do not even frown. It can be seen stuffed his calluses on the soles. On almost naked girls in bathing suits, and with developed muscular bodies, Arab men look; open-mouthed, and women are quickly distributed to the sides, even more wrapped in a black veil.
  And the muscular tigress girls are running; holding on his shoulder machines and each backpack with supplies and grenades. And this is a total of twenty kilograms ... Even if we take into account that the girls were picked up physically strong, and not the first year of training in Spartan conditions, it is still weight, especially if the heat is over fifty degrees in the shade, and you need to overcome the marathon distance.
  Magda runs, trying to breathe as best as possible, so that she can have enough strength for a long time. Although she didn"t have lived too much, her last eight years, she spent in a special school for children of the genetic elite. But this does not mean that they lived in comfortable conditions. On the contrary, getting up at five in the morning, pouring ice-cold showers, hard charging, an hour-long run and then a couple of hours of work. Then study, before dinner, again training, including combat sparring. Military training, study, training, up to ten hours, then hang up. Fed, however, not bad, but the meat was not given, vegetables, fruits, fish, pastries and sweets, only on the Fuhrer's birthday, Christmas and May 1. There is practically no free time, everything is strictly regulated ... Of them, people of the future were prepared who were to rule the Earth. Himmler himself the head of the SS kept under control a similar program.
  What did Magda think about fascists and Hitler? That is what they were taught that Hitler is the greatest genius of all times and peoples, invincible commander and future ruler of the Earth. And just like the first Aryan Jesus Christ, the vicar of the Most High God who commanded to conquer this and other cosmic worlds!
  And indeed Germany won, and the faith in the Fuhrer grew stronger! But now, she is actually at war. They are running, brown from the grease of the girls in the desert, bare feet hardening a mixture of sand and gravel, and already growing fatigue is beginning to be felt; pain in the calves, back, and dry mouth. But she is a true Aryan, and she will never break! Rather, let her heart burst, than she will surrender. And not the first time Magda, here to run. I remember they made a march through the mountains.
   Barefoot, girl Magda with a submachine gun on her shoulder, ran along the sharp stones of the pass, completely cutting off the soles, so blood stains remained on the stones, but about It was necessary to start from something in order to pass to the end of the test and to believe in the future Victory! And not Germany: she doesn"t doubt that, but victories over herself!
  Already it becomes easier, and a second wind opens in the trained lungs ... The sun is already declining towards the sunset and the suffocating heat recedes. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, but retreating!
  Redhead Christina also suffers, but attached. She and Magda were old friends, even the beds in the girl"s barracks were next to them. Often they sparred with each other. Two friends deprived of childhood and matured early. However, life is a struggle, an eternal struggle. And perhaps the greatest tragedy for humanity and for each individual person will be when there is nothing to fight for!
  For the first time, Christine saw Hitler at a rally; when she herself was only five years old or even a little less. Then he was not yet the Fuhrer of Great Germany, but just one of the opposition politicians. But in something felt, something special: the inexpressible charisma of this leader, with a small mustache! What exactly the future Führer was talking about, Christine did not remember. Adolf Hitler spoke very emotionally, energetically swinging his fists, often saying the words: Great Germany, valor, honor, chivalry, strength, dignity! And the whole crowd just growled in indescribable delight. And what was the applause. And even then Christine realized that God was incarnate before her!
  So she remembered that day! Her parents adored the Fuhrer, long before Hitler came to power. They joined the party in the late twenties, when the chances of the Nazis to come to power seemed slim, and the Nazis scored two to three percent of the vote! Well, well, the Führer was already then a Führer and a true leader! But it took a brutal crisis that shook the foundations of society to the ground, so that Germany would find its leader in it. The girl grew up in the harsh conditions of an elite barracks, where she spent eight years, but never in her heart hated the Fuhrer.
  Even when she and other girlfriends were cruelly flogged with wide belts (so as not to cut the skin!), Or sent to a punishment cell, where they had to push the wheel in front of them. The punishment invented in the SS is also sophisticated. You spin the wheels, and the body is stuck with sensors, of which it beats the current. The faster you twist it, the weaker the electricity, and when you slow down more. A kind of mixture of punishment for misconduct and physical training. They were tempered and trained in the style of ancient Sparta, which was admired by Hitler and his chief policeman, and the executioner of the Third Reich Himmler!
  As the Führer said: "A German boy must, from childhood, endure beatings and get used to cruelty!" Well, Himmler spread the same thesis to the girls! So he liked to quote Nietzsche - cruelty, cruelty, and once again cruelty cementing the nation!
  A distance of fifty or even a little more than kilometers has already been covered, an enormous load in this heat and with a load for such little girls. Magda, Christina no longer felt their bodies, they ran like somnambulists, feeling something tearing muscles, and a dull pain in the head. But now comes the command:
  - Go to step! For the first time enough!
  The girls are slowing down and are already walking fast. Heels start to itch, even stronger. Magda whispered to Christine:
  - From hell to purgatory!
  A friend did not agree:
  - From purgatory to paradise!
  The stony ground is over and the bare, exhausted legs of the girls enter the soft, emerald grass. Magda exclaimed:
  - And how bliss, after torture with prickly stones, and the burning sands of the desert, walk like a velvet natural carpet!
  This time Christina willingly agreed:
  - Of course, this is really paradise! After such a harsh march! But I think it will be even harder.
  When the tigress girls finally came to the landing, Margaret stopped them and ordered them to lie on their backs. She rudely felt the top ten female footprints and said with obvious satisfaction:
  - Charming! And the skin does not peel off, and there are no blisters on the sole. And even the heels are not dusty, they remain pink, as if you just left the bath! - She grew up Margaret, paused, and suddenly with a speed of lightning threw a dagger. The blade flashed like a sun-bunny as a schoolboy from the mirror, and the point nailed a large, black scorpion. The voice of the SS officer became rougher, and the beautiful features of the girl's face hardened. - Tomorrow we will run from morning to evening. What crooked faces - are you Aryans or not? If so, we must endure those who fall, we will shoot on the spot! On the first, second, calculate.
  After the recalculation, the girls were still forced to do push-ups, and to press, and then mercifully sent to bed. While you can relax.
   Magda dreamed that she fought in the Germanic horde, against the Roman legions. In a rage, the girls are attacking the warriors of Rome. Female warriors only slightly covered breasts with plates, and thighs with loincloths he suffocates of pressure and splashing, of swift swords swinging. And the Roman soldiers, hacked into pieces, with felled heads, fall.
  Magda screams at the top of her mouth:
  - I'll be the champion!
  Her sweeping sweeps, slanting movements are irresistible. Here falls a Roman centurion struck with a sword. Magda shouted deafeningly:
  - Evil spirit - go to hell!
  The girl dodges the swing of the sword, and kicks in the groin. The enemy falls. And the beauty bellows:
  - My true in language!
  That falls roman flag cut down by Christina. Girls trample him with their bare, slightly dusty feet. Graceful traces are left on the canvas.
  And overlap the ranks of the Romans. The warriors fall, and the girls scream at all times:
  - Puck! Washer!
  Magda received a heavy blow with a sword and flew back. She was attacked by a mighty legionary. The girl struggled to fight off his long weapon. The blonde, slightly receding, made the opponent miss. He roared like a buffalo. Made a wide scope. And the edge of Magda"s sword, for a moment, beating the burglar, plunged into his throat.
  The whale, as if thrown to the ground, threw a fountain of blood and began to collapse.
  Magda grinned and roared:
  - This is how tigresses fight!
  Then I chirped:
  "That means the war is going on ... The bad aunt and the bitch is she!" - The girl jumped, played the turntable in a jump, knocked out the Roman and continued singing. "But without her, it's so boring on Earth." Battles affectionately found in a dream!
  The girl was hacked by the Romans, cramped on legionaries. The warriors fell, and the warriors fell down with them. There was an offensive of the German maiden army. Christina struck the opponent's heel in the bridge of her nose, and broke it, forcing her to let a trickle of blood. The girl chirped:
  - We are warriors of Attila! And very nice!
  The first legion of the Romans was almost completely interrupted. His remnants fled. But two more selected legions joined the battle. The girls flew darts, and the warriors began to suffer losses. But still, with fierce fury, they pounced on the Romans. Those used the construction of "turtle" and literally shook under the girl's onslaught.
  Magda picked up the blade of the tortoise and snarled:
  - I am a warrior of light! Warrior of snow and wind!
  She managed to cut off a brush to a Roman soldier, a dart landed in it. The girl hissed:
  - It will only make you worse!
  Warriors, stumbled upon a turtle, slightly confused. But the fighting spirit of the beauties did not die out at all. But they resorted to tactical deception. They rushed to run, flickering with bare heels. And counting on the fact that the Romans will rush to pursue them.
  So it happened. The enraged warriors of the empire threw after them. In addition, the sweaty girlish bodies too shone seductively for the legionaries who were hungry to caress. But it was just a tricky trap. The girls easily jumped over the stakes, and when the Romans ran heavily, the stakes rose and sank into their chests.
  . CHAPTER number 3.
  Oleg woke up, finding himself in a broad meadow. Next to him lay Margarita. Although the children did not receive any burns or any other injuries, they still felt dizzy. The boy-wunderkind sat down and in order to appease the pain in his head he tried to meditate ... Immediately there was an idea about the time where he pleased ...
  The end of June 1942 ... There is a temporary lull on the fronts, only Meinstein storms Sevastopol. The Germans abandoned the offensive, and accumulate power. Battles take place in Egypt, where parts of Rommel gain one victory after another.
  And they were somewhere in the German rear. Stupid of course. Now, however, the very top of the summer is hot ...
  She woke up and Margarita. The girl was up, jumped up, but then sat down, too, dizzy. So they sat back to back. Something, reminding Alice and Pashka from the works of Cyrus Bulychev. Unfortunately, this classic died before it became fashionable to send popadans to the Second World War. Otherwise, surely there would appear a work in which Alice her friends would fight the Germans.
  Oleg from these thoughts was fun, and the boy burst out laughing. But my head was spinning with laughter. The boy suggested to Margarita:
  - Let's try while the sun has a little sleep. And then we'll see ...
  The girl agreed:
  - God will give the day! God will give food!
  Oleg lay down on the mugs and almost immediately fell asleep ... He dreamed of a wolf's den and a fascist sit-in.
  Fascist Germany, the capital of Berlin, the building of the imperial office. A low-spirited man with a small mustache and cold eyes of a piranha nervously paces through the luxurious cabinet. No one else in the history of mankind has ever caused such strong emotions. Nobody hated so fiercely, and so ardently loved. A person or even a beast that shook the entire planet, which many considered to be the antichrist or the devil in the flesh. The one who has achieved unprecedented success and even more amazing defeats. The torch eclipsed all its predecessors and scattered into dead ashes. In the spacious office hang portraits, Frederick the Great, knight-emperor Barbarossa, Bismarck, several German Kaisers, Charlemagne, and a large unfolded map of the world. On it all countries are lined with semiprecious mosaic, and the Third Reich itself is rubies. The USSR on the map is a brown color from selected amber. The nervous man stopped and poked his fingers in the chest, a tall, fat dork with Marshal's epaulets and a hog face.
  - You're Herman just fat beast! Because of your miscalculations, it was not possible to break the spine, the British shabby lion. Now he snaps and pushes our allies to the Italians. But the most important thing is still to come!
  The face of Hermann Göring, despite the threatening tirade of the Fuhrer, remained complacent and dull, he replied in a languid voice:
  - Our pilots showed miracles of heroism and valor. Aces fought like lions, showing the superiority of our aircraft over the British. New fighters Messerschmitt-109 modification "G", have no equal in the totality of combat indicators not with one aircraft of the world.
  The Fuhrer twisted his nose and asked:
  - And the characteristics?
  Herman happily answered:
  - Three air cannons in 20-millimeters and two machine guns in 13-millimeters. This machine is superior to the Soviet counterparts. In Russians, only MIG-3 has five fire points, and then they are all machine guns.
  The Fuhrer softened a bit:
  - Well, the new fighter will help us seize air supremacy. But this is little goering. More promising is Focke-Wulf with six fire points and especially ME-309.
  Herman sighed heavily and answered with some reluctance:
  - The last car will be ready by the end of the year. There will be seven fire points at once in it, three of them are the newest 30-millimeter cannons. In addition, Tank has already begun to develop the TA-152 which will be the evolution of Focke-Wulf. With powerful weapons and armor, but with great flight characteristics ...
  The Fuhrer relaxed ... Then he made a gesture to the servant. She poured the number one chocolate milkshake to the fascist. Hitler took a little sip, and suddenly as a splash in the face of the Reichsmarshal.
  Goring gurgled like a busted tire in the depths of a river. Milk mixed with chocolate flowed over his fat face. The fat man mechanically licked him and hoarse:
  "Oh my Führer, how fair you are!"
  Hitler asked Nazi number two with interest:
  "And when will our troops be in Alexandria?"
  Goring scratched his ear a little and answered uncertainly:
  - I think soon my Fuhrer! Rommel is getting more and more new reinforcements, which means the victory is near!
  Fascist number one burst out laughing ...
  A short man with a monkey yellow face squeaked subtly:
  - Do you hope you are satisfied with my lie?
  Hitler strongly replied:
  - In war, lies, like poisonous gases, only not one respirator will not save! Slander pierces armor rather than a shell, and blows the head off steeper shrapnel! This is your task Goebbels, incite one Soviet people to another! Let the muses charge the guns!
  Goebbels gave a decisive passage:
  - Everything will be executed as you want my Führer. This is my personal innovation, the creation of special propaganda units in the army. Even in the Red Army there is no such powerful art of PR as we do not have! Although red propaganda, much more total and comprehensive than in Western countries!
  Goering roared like a hungry boar:
  - Is there much confusion in idle chatter?
  Goebbels replied:
  - Do not tell me! And who spread the army of allies. The British, the French, the Belgians, the Dutch had more soldiers than us, cannons, tanks, and the resistance was largely minimal, thanks to our informational influence.
  Goering rationally objected:
  - These are swift blows of our troops, repelled the desire of the rip from the enemy! And what propaganda!
  Goebbels issued bulk:
  "One hundred forty-seven divisions, eighty brigades, almost four million soldiers, surrendered. And you think it happened without our impact! For half a year the two armies stood against each other and did not move, the guns didn"t shoot, and we propagandists worked tirelessly.
  Goering, shaking his triple chin, squealed:
  - The language can not penetrate the tank armor!
  Hitler interrupted the squabble between subordinates: - Of course, I recognize the services of Goebbels. His car worked for glory! Language can not pierce the armor of the tank, but neutralize the crew! The French did not particularly try to fight. However, the cause was the blood damaged by the Negroids.
  Himmler bowed to the Fuhrer and replied:
  - We are conducting experiments to create a man of the future. I believe that soon we will have such soldiers that against their background the most terrible guard will look pitiful. In addition, we are adopting what is effective among the Bolsheviks, and this will undoubtedly give the maximum return.
  Hitler is insane and at the same time a genius parasite, nodded:
  - I also introduced elements of socialism into the capitalist system. Now the bourgeoisie cannot, as it used to absorb most of the surplus value! Oligarch in personal consumption receives only six percent of the profits - this is a kind of salary. Our workers have incredible privileges. They can almost run free in Europe. Unemployment is over once and for all!
   At the moment, we lack oil and food. Ukraine will provide us with food, the Caucasus oil. Millions of well-trained and educated Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians will become our almost free worker. Our landless peasantry will be enriched; every German will receive property. And there will be Russians ...
  Himmler replied:
  - Destroyed!
  Hitler shook his finger:
  "We will initially exterminate only those Russians who will be disobedient to our will." The calculating owner does not exterminate working animals. Caring for conquered peoples, such as pets. Without a reason not to beat, but to break any discontent with force. In particular, what are the considerations of Rosenberg.
  Oriental Land Specialist Rosenberg replied:
  - Of all the Slavs, it is with Belarusians that the largest percentage of fair-haired and blue-eyed representatives of the ethnic group. They, as well as Balts have the largest admixture of German blood. I believe that the most pure and gifted Belarusians can be Germanized.
  Hitler shook his head:
  - Belarusians are extremely cowardly people! They are weak, unable to fight. And the true German is, above all, a warrior. In addition, there are too many Jews in Belarus. This bitch tribe spoiled both the blood and the moral image of the Belarusians. No need to carefully check this people, for the presence of Jewish blood. Everything about which, there is doubt, should be eliminated. It is best not to waste bullets on these freaks, bastard mucus, and just burn, as did the medieval Inquisition.
  Himmler replied:
  - In Europe, we did not do that with the Jews. They simply drove into the ghetto and looked for six-pointed stars. And so cruel reprisals against Jews and half-bloods will alienate us, many allies in the United States and Britain. After all, the majority of Western oligarchs and magnates are Jews by origin. Should I set up against the powers that be!
  Hitler roared, kicked his feet and hit the bulldog blond with a stick. The dog with the pedigree of the queen howled and bounced with a screech. The Fuhrer rushed at Himmler and began to shake him, splashing his saliva:
  - Oh, you dog! Pig, puppy, it means that you are also standing up for this nasty, Jewish offspring that covered the whole earth with feces!
  Himmler muttered, his head shaking:
  - No, my Fuhrer!
  Hitler hit Goering's boot in the ass:
  - And why are you silent hog!
  Goering hoarse:
  - The Jewish people - a nation of bandits!
  Hitler turned into a scream:
  - This is not enough!
  Goering continued:
  - Hell mold!
  Hitler slapped Goering on the cheek:
  - I see you are not able to hog, even swear as it should! Well, I'll take over the Jews myself. And you tell Himmler whether you will hurt the Jews!
  Himmler answered briefly:
  - The order is an order!
  Goebbels remarked:
  - The fact that the majority of oligarchs in the West are Jews, skillfully used by our propaganda in order to incite hatred among the poor against the rich. After all, we are fighting against world Zionism, which means for the happiness of all the poorest segments of society and the world.
  Hitler giggled:
  - For happiness! That is well said! When the iron boot of the Third Reich comes on the throat of the whole world, this will be happiness. As we say, the war of liberation in order to throw off the yoke of the Bolsheviks and the rich from the people.
   Goebbels, squeaking in a thin voice, said:
  - We strongly risked launching an offensive in France, without providing adequate protection from the East. Ten divisions of recruits extremely weak defense against Stalinist tanks. In particular, our intelligence mined a document that back in 1939, Stalin promised to deploy up to ten thousand tanks, six thousand aircraft, one hundred and twenty only infantry divisions and more than four million soldiers. Against such a power, our weak forces would not have stood. Be a blow in May - June 1940, it was fatal!
  Hitler shivered:
  - I myself was afraid of this! But the heroic resistance of the Finns knocked with Stalin. The Soviet army showed its weakness! What is Finland? All three and a half million people, the army which does not have a single tank, all five hundred light cannons, and a hundred plywood airplanes. And they fought with the Red Bear which has more soldiers than the whole population of Finland. And they did not move, Stalin failed to swallow Finland.
  Himmler grinned:
  - Aryan blood!
  Goebbels remarked:
  "But the Russians broke through the Mannerheim Line, with a frontal attack." The losses are huge, but I heard from the Finns about the use of the new powerful KV-2 tank, with a 152-mm howitzer.
  Hitler noted with a frown:
  "And we faced this in the forty-first year." Especially with the menacing T-34 tanks. That superiority in technology prevented us from taking Moscow. It was then that we began to talk about the harsh Russian frosts. It is generally outrageous that our Aryan spirit was weaker than metal. And we sank under the thirty fours.
  I confess that this is also my mistake - he did not insist on the development of heavy tanks.
  Although before the war, two prototypes of the Tigers were ready, with 88-mm cannons, but weak armor! But now our heavy tanks will be plowing next year, as the USSR follows. And lead to victory. But now the eastern front will be sleeping!
  Goering confirmed:
  - You, as always, are wise to the Führer! First allies, and only then Russia. Beat the enemy in parts much more convenient!
  Himmler noticed with a smirk:
  - Our "Tigers" are stronger than the thirty-five, and the Panther will also have an advantage over the Soviet tank. Here the calculations are quite correct.
  Tired of Hitler standing still, the Führer jumped to a huge crystal vase, grabbed the pink color and began to knead nervously in his hands. Injected about a thorn and howled:
  - Here are the buggers! Why not cut the thorns.
  Two slim, beautiful blond girls in blue dresses appeared. They began to vigorously cut thorns with tiny scissors. Hitler put his fingers in his mouth, sucked some blood and suddenly jumped, hitting the girl on an elastic, round bottom. She shrieked, the Fuhrer in Gypsy click the tongue:
  - But the horse!
  Himmler continued:
  - The T-34 tank is capable of penetrating 76-millimeters from a cannon and a projectile initial speed of 630-kilometers 50-mm T-3 armor at a distance of more than a kilometer. However, the 100-mm armor "Tiger" will reflect the shot of the Soviet machine, even at close range. Similarly, the frontal armor "Panther".
  The Fuhrer, grabbing the girl by the hair and pulling her like a mare, wheezed, in the voice of a rusty pipe:
  - I have already read this report! But after all, the optics of the T-34 is so weak that this tank is not capable of firing from a distance exceeding 500 kilos ... ugh, meters. In any case, with chances to hit!
  Himmler willingly agreed:
  - Yes, the optics of the councils noticeably lagging behind! But intelligence has reported that they are building a new, with the most modern technologies, plant for the production of optics near Sverdlovsk. So in two or three years, the Russians are closing the gap.
   Hitler, winding on the arm, the hair of a blond beauty, trying to hurt her, whined:
   - The more we had grounds to hit the USSR first! A few more years and the tips would have become so strong that we no longer had the slightest chance.
  Surrounding the choir replied:
  - Yes, it is so great!
  Hitler poked his beautiful face in a lush, pink bush. She did not dare to resist, because she is commanded by the living God, the Führer. Thorns pierced the tender face, puncturing smooth skin. The girl wanted to cry out, but in Hitler's icy gaze death was being read, as if paralyzed, several drops of blood fell on the damp ground of the vase.
  The Fuhrer liked her submissiveness, and once more, slapping her on the pope, Hitler released the unfortunate servant: - Went a bitch! "Then nervously several times, jerking his head, said:" To overwhelm means to win! " The commander, warning of his strike, either an idiot or a saint, that in fact the same thing! Holiness is the surest sign of degradation, with the attractiveness of the bright coloring of the Amanita!
  Goebbels applauded:
  - what are the wise words!
  In place, Hitler replied Himmler:
  - A group of sorcerers and magicians, has developed a special, extrasensory weapons. It leads us to the astral contact of higher spiritual forces and allows us to contact the sovereign of being. He promised us a warm and dry winter.
  Hitler grinned:
  - Last time, magicians influenced the combat capability of the British and French in such a way that they died having lost their morale. The same will happen now.
  Goebbels remarked:
  - Count on magic in the age of the atom!
  Hitler hit his foot in a vase (Goebbels did not want to beat, he was too small and fragile, you can seriously hurt) Porcelain made according to special recipes stood, and the Fuhrer grabbed his leg and screamed:
  - Oh, it hurts!
  Goebbels rushed to the Fuhrer and began to rub his leg:
  - O great our lord! I did not expect this.
  Hitler suddenly nervously laughed:
  - Yes, I played you stupid! Now let's get in order. Laboratory studies have established the fact of telepathy. Is not it!
  Goebbels nodded:
  - Yes, so my Führer!
  Hitler rubbed his hands:
  - I'm a hypnotist myself! So this is what it says! There are certain higher astral and mental powers. Magic is indeed reality. As the transfer of thoughts at a distance.
  Goebbels replied:
  - With me there was such a case. The house should have collapsed, I felt a mental order and hurriedly left it. It seemed that the voice said: get away it's dangerous! And three minutes later this happened.
  Hitler confirmed:
  - And with me it was during the First World War. I received an order to leave the trench before the bomb exploded.
  Goering testified:
  - And I was kept by higher powers. Sometimes, you sit at the controls of the aircraft, and then once the team to the right. Some kind of flair! You leave, the enemy airplane is shot down, and you are alive! I went through the whole war without a scratch, and shot down fifty-eight airplanes. One of the best assov Germany - I
  Hitler replied:
  - I know your merits Herman. And do you believe fortunetellers?
  Boar grunted:
  "One of them predicted that my life would be in grave danger, but I would be able to escape the noose!"
  Hitler grinned:
  - You will not leave me! If I want to hang you, I'll hang you without any delays or appeals.
  Goering made a clumsy attempt to worship: his stomach was in the way. He even grunted from the tension:
  - O Führer!
  Goebbels said timidly:
  - We need to ask the Pope to anathematize the Bolsheviks. I think Mussolini will have a similar effect.
  Hitler snorted:
  - Benedito is too weak! He still suffers a weak-minded monarch, although it is long overdue to establish a republic with a duce.
  Goering replied:
  - I have long advised to tune the king an accident.
  Hitler snorted:
  "Mussolini did not heed my advice without declaring war on Malta." Because of this, the British are now tormented by Italy. Foolish pasta with its limited leader. Rams driven by rams. Having a numerical superiority, the Italians are defeated, after defeat, and they also call themselves the descendants of Ancient Rome.
  Himmler barked:
  - Corroded blood!
  - Or rather!
  - Previously, the Romans were blond and blue-eyed, until they mixed with the Moors. Negros spoiled genetics!
  Hitler clenched his fist:
  - Exactly! Pathetic creatures!
  Goering proposed:
  "Maybe we"ll order Scorsel, bang the king, and replace the Duce with a younger, more energetic politician."
  Hitler squinted: - I doubt it is a good idea! Among the sheep is difficult to find a wolf. Germans are a nation of leaders and heroes. We are fully capable of building and hiding everyone. Split reinforced concrete rear. But in general, at the expense of Mussolini, we'll talk more about Russia with him. I did not dedicate it to my plans.
  Goering asked:
  - And why?
  The Fuhrer reluctantly replied:
  - So that he does not think that he was able to convince me not to press on the eastern front, but to transfer the burden of fighting to the Mediterranean. Already he is proud. What do you particularly know about Mussolini?
  Himmler smiled horribly:
  - We even have a correspondence! Our agents kidnapped the originals, replacing them with copies. Do not worry my Führer, Mussolini is overlaid by our agents like wolf flags.
  Hitler calmed down:
  - Italy has forty eight million population, not counting colonies. Her troops, we will be very useful. However, France, together with the colonies, had a population of over two hundred million, more than the USSR, and crumbled like a house of cards.
  Goebbels shouted in response, like a student in class:
  - Large colonies, it is strength and weakness! Many Arabs and Indians are ready to support our troops.
  Hitler grinned:
  - In general, I have always treated Islam with much more respect than Christianity. The teachings hit you on the right cheek - turn left: idiocy. It turns people into slaves. Only stupid Slavs can be Christians. And faith in Allah is good for wars.
  Goebbels agreed:
  - Islam has a lot of good! For example, polygamy!
  Hitler laughed:
  - I will definitely introduce polygamy!
  Goebbels dutifully bowed in three deaths:
  - My wife does not mind! We Germans must populate the entire globe. And women can be recruited from conquered peoples.
  Rosenberg confirmed:
  - There are so many beautiful, fair-haired, slim women in the East.
  Hitler remarked:
  - Not full!
  Rosenberg countered:
  - Physically, the Slav women are very strong. They are able to give birth to many strong healthy children. I think that the most beautiful and clever of them can be given away as younger wives of the SS, and to distinguished Wehrmacht soldiers, so that they give birth to children and work on the farm.
  Hitler shook his head, it is not clear what he wanted to say, yes or no. Then a dull voice sounded.
  - You can also try! Only photos of these women in new passports must be nude.
  Goebbels giggled:
  - It is very reasonable! We will select women, without physical flaws! Each creature has a pair!
  Hitler replied:
  - The most outstanding are three and four! Here, for example, in addition to the iron cross with diamonds, to give a naked busty Slav with a magnificent breast and wide hips.
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Why? It will be great! I also love high slavyanochek.
  Goering predicted:
  - This is from the fact that you are short!
  Goebbels offended:
  "Napoleon and Nelson were also short." After all, as they say: from head to toe head, from head to foot brute!
  Goring snorted:
  "That's why you don"t miss a single skirt." Little giant of big sex - cool Goebbels!
  Shorty foul squeak:
  - Not that you are a boar!
  The Fuhrer bellowed like a sliced ram:
  - They chat a lot!
  Himmler replied:
  - SS will shorten tongues! We only last month, caught almost five hundred spies!
  Hitler asked:
  - Everyone admitted?
  The chief executioner of the Third Reich made an unsuccessful attempt to pout his chest:
  - Most! We are in the issues of torture large docks.
  - It is necessary to bring the figure to a thousand. - Hitler bit off a couple of rose petals and chewed. - Arrest with your families. Torture the children in the eyes of parents, try the parents in front of the children. Forget about pity, we have a great goal - world domination and all who interfere with this, must be destroyed! To the glory of great Germany! Himmler replied:
  - Many of our investigators are embarrassed to use brutal measures against women and children!
  Hitler flooded his feet, splashing saliva:
  - Slabak in a concentration camp! In a convict prison. Who should serve in the SS should know: the good is a traitor, the soft is a traitor. Every German must become a steel machine of destruction. Ideally: the country should be one solid barracks and a prison.
  The environment shouted in unison:
  - Heil Hitler!
  Marshal Goering sang:
  - Guns spank instead of oil - this is not a fairy tale! That crawls tank - not "Purdy"! The tale will come!
  Everyone burst out laughing:
  - Ay yes Goering, ah yes as! A boot with a swing in the eye!
  Hitler snorted:
  - Come on, Herman do it!
  . CHAPTER number 4
  The next day, the girls continued their barefoot run. Neither technique nor sense of proportion. Like a survival march. And so on to the very end. And the rumors about the loud victories of the German arms are getting stronger. So why not get to the front, and die of thirst and sunlight in the desert? And then, when it is darker to fall into the hardest sleep?
  But in a dream you can watch the continuation of the battle. Magda saw that her opponent, not quite backing, was standing steadily, suddenly jumped, fucking, with his bare little leg under his knee. And when the moor began to fall, the edge of the sword passed between the bronze plates and the ribs. Christina also began to wave her swords where more energetic. The girls simultaneously squealed like pigs. Although their swords were moving differently, synchronization was still felt.
   Magda grappled with a large Roman warrior, whose helmet was, decorated with peacock feathers. This time she really had a very experienced and strong opponent. Golden stripes also spoke about the ego of experience and merit. Having repulsed several attacks of a fair-haired girl, a thug, apparently a noble grandee went on the offensive. Magda backing, whistled:
  - And you are not Italian!
  Terrible patrician replied:
  - And you just barefoot slut! How many do you think you can hold out, against the ancient Roman blade?
  Magda retorted:
  "I don"t know against the blade, but you bearded and have nothing to resist!"
  However, despite all the optimism radiated by bare-legged Magda, the girl had to move backwards. The Romans brought fresh reserves into battle, girls and boys were increasingly injured or stabbed to death. The boys, the archers, however, tried to shoot over their heads, shattering the appropriate cohorts.
  Christina, meanwhile, carefully laid down another adversary, and another cut down a brush. The warrior sang:
  - Nuclear sword, wants to cut you! Hellfire blazing laser beam! But you do not think how to save your life, true to love, you will be until the end!
  Magda was surprised:
  - And you sing like a real scientist!
  Christine in the report sang:
  - It's great when pilots in physics, they move their science forward! But the main issues are solved in the ranks, in the ranks, in the ranks!
  Magda confirmed picking up:
  - It is pleasant to live among fire and smoke! And hear the chirping machine gun! Lead us to the Fuhrer invincible! Forward, forward, forward!
  Christine supported:
  - When the shells are torn day and night, soon go the ranks and orders! Let over the world rumbles violently - war, war, war!
  Charlotte was inspired to feel the pulsating energy in his athletic body. And the speed suddenly became, like the flapping of dragonfly wings. And so the warrior of ancient Rome missed the point of the poke. And distracted, and warrior Magda ripped his tendon on his right arm:
  - Do not dare to be rude lady!
  The thug, with his peacock feathers tugging at his lower lip, replied in frustration:
  - After all, it was just a joke! After all, it was just a joke!
  Magda mockingly, hacking on a weakening hand, replied:
  - Do not joke with a tigress!
  And when the Roman hero fell on his knees, the warrior banged his knee on the chin. Kristina approved:
  - This is quite in our SS style!
  Magda here got a tip in the shoulder, and gasped:
  - Well, you are dorks!
  Kristina advised:
  - Make the mill! And twist your swords harder! Here archers of the Romans entered the course, it was heavy in armor, and their weapon was about a man's height. Of course, the long arrow and a half meters, too dangerous weapon against half-naked girls and boys. Attila apparently realizing that it is impossible to wait any longer; threw in the attack of cavalry, which he personally led into battle.
  This giant rotated immediately with two swords, each with a knight's tournament spear!
  Magda smiled and winked.
  - Here, finally, our handsome comes!
  Christine giggled.
  - It is necessary to beat strongly and most importantly on time! At the moment when the effect of this will be maximum!
  And big arrows all fell from above. Girls and boys deftly bounced off to the side, and even shouted:
  - That will be our way! You can get away from the bullet, and what an arrow.
  But some people still hit the arrows. And not only the representatives of the German regiments of Attila died, but also, and in large quantities, from the presents of their own Roman soldiers. However, the barbarian horsemen, bypassing their ranks, attacked the enemy infantry. Well, and Attila himself, looked just chic.
  Magda threw back the sticky gentleman:
  - Do not paw, not yours!
  Christine shook her head.
  - And the guys here are not bad, although not like ours! Our Aryan falcons!
  Magda, hacking with the sword of a Roman, agreed:
  - Of course, no match! German power Rome believe no match! Crush like a louse and, hand does not tremble!
   Kristina confirmed:
  - Yes, even if the sword is not shit!
  The tiger girls briskly added, twirling a pretzel with their swords and singing:
  - We are fighting for the right cause! There is no compromise with the bayonet! The sun will not close over the clouds! Do not cover the darkness of the early dawn!
   Finally, Attila herself broke through to the archers of Rome. However, judging by the magnitude, these bows were clearly made in Britain. Fighting Magda, remembered the story. Under Edward the Third, called the Great by the English, it was the archers who became the main arm of the troops ... And some of them were mounted on a horse! The superior forces of the French were mercilessly beaten. In general, both Jungfoling and the Union of Germanic girls, hats and capsidism were not welcomed ... The British were recognized as dangerous by the enemy, having won more lands than any other nation in the entire history of the planet Earth!
  But now the horsemen of the barbarians crushed the archers, cutting them with powerful blows up to the camp. Magda, faced an opponent from China. He was not too tall, but he famously twisted his shod shoes in boots with spurs:
  - Germans are parasites - there will certainly be bits! - He roared.
  Magda answered with a dagger lunge:
  - In vain, the enemy believes that he managed to knock down the Germans! Who dares to attack in battle, enemies will violently beat!
  Christine picked up:
  - Will not comprehend the planet dashing trouble! And in vain the enemy threw strength on the march! Defeat the enemy in a terrible battle! Darkness will crumble to dust - the time of light will come!
  Magda waved again with even more energy, summing up:
  - The word is not a sparrow, but verbiage turns it into a crow!
  Christina held:
  - When the tongue grows small, a lump in the throat is baked from flour!
  Magda with a powerful, even if not for a female sword blow, struck the fighter who had jumped from the left and then grappled with the Chinese again. The blonde warrior screamed fiercely and loudly:
  - You're not taking a lie!
  The Chinese warrior replied:
  - And you do not need to take, you have everything in front of me.
  Magda giggled back:
  - Close to the elbow, but do not bite!
  Here the edge of the sword clawed a girl-tigress like a cobra, cutting the armor plate and exposing the breast: fluffy and with crimson nipples. The Chinese man roared sadly:
  - And now you just have to pray! Which church do you prefer: Catholic or Gospel?
  Magda evil replied:
  - The church differs from the prostitute in that bliss always postpones for later!
  The Chinese bared their crooked teeth:
  - And that sense of humor has not changed you! Oh girl how I feel sorry to maim such beauty as you!
  Magda bared her teeth:
  - And I do not mind! In general, it is a pity for the bee, and the bee is on the Christmas tree, and the tree is in the forest! Where the forest - on the nose!
  The Chinese roared back:
  - Germany has a lot of enemies! Magda deftly retorted:
  - Many cooks - spoil the porridge!
  After the next outburst of a narrow-eyed warrior, a bloody streak remained on the girl"s chest. Gerda oyknula and retreated. The Chinese growled:
  - Here you get!
  The girl replied calmly:
   - Who does not get on the brain, he will never wiser! Brains like a wallet, you need to get to fill them!
  The Chinese snapped:
  - Well, you love sophistry! For the first time I see such an educated and erudite girl. You know, maybe you'd better go to the army of Great Rome. With us, any person, regardless of nationality, can occupy the highest position under the emperor!
  Magda replied:
  "Better to die than betray!"
  The narrow-eyed warrior remarked:
  - This is not reasonable, look at the battle goes our cavalry ... And when you get captured, you will literally howl from the pain on the rack!
  Magda calmly replied:
  - It is better to calmly strike once than to scream a hundred times!
  But alas, the Chinese seem to be right; thousands of Roman horsemen, led by the emperor himself (his armor is as if covered with a crust of diamonds, rubies and emeralds!), Are being sent to the barbarians. However, the horsemen of Attila had already managed to kill most of the enemy archers, the boys of the barbarian troops themselves began to intensively send arrows to the enemy ranks. Desperately chopped Christina cheered her partner:
  - Do not give up Magda! Do not give in to his promises! Better pull yourself together and resolutely win!
  Attila, along with his warriors, entered the Roman system. His gigantic swords, like the blades of a screw, beat up a bloody mixer. And the thug himself went forward, trying to break into the emperor.
  Magda philosophically remarked:
  - Want to become a herdsman herds, do not be a sheep!
  Christine agreed:
  -Each ram wants to become a shepherd while the wolf is far away, and the rifle is near!
  Here Magda received another wound in the stomach. The girl retreated again. Her bare foot suddenly stood on the point of the dagger protruding and Magda squeaked:
  - Oh oh oh! How painful!
  Christine herself has already received several injuries and leaned back. The warrior screamed:
  - Take care of your strength, the Romans will not stand a long cut!
  But the barbarians really had to be tight. More and more Roman troops entered the battle. Here in the brutal fight the horsemen in golden armor rushed. Above them fluttered banners with wolf heads. And the bogatyr rushed ahead, perhaps even larger than Attila. At the same time, the Romans even tried to reach the army of barbarians from the flanks, launching two regiments of the powerful with spears and bronze armor, bypassing the main battlefield. Magda prayed:
  - We are running out of power, we are about to lose!
  Kristina suggested:
  - And you sing back! The song helps us to build and live! Under the drum under the red banner of the campaign! And the one who walks with a song in life; he will never be lost anywhere!
  Both girls sang in chorus, and despite the injured voice; was like a pipe:
  There is a call of the soldiers,
  Not a profession, not a title!
  Though sometimes a hundred pounds automatic,
  There is no march, flesh-torment flesh!
  
  But we go, putting forward a step,
  Because we serve the Fatherland!
  Believe, the evil enemy will be defeated,
  To have fun while living!
  
  We were taught from the cradle almost,
  For the Fatherland to fight with courage!
  There used to be swords from steel,
  And now the RPG in a strong knapsack!
  
  Do not step back or step back
  Though the bodies of the grave side!
  We shall cut a row of foes
  May the Most High add strength to us!
  
  Tanks rod, planes fly,
  Bombs raining and tearing shells!
  Do not hold us for vile puppies,
  Soldiers are hardened! Here is a comrade died like a hero
  You will not put anything under the cross!
  Often people play with fate,
  But love will be stronger - believe me!
  
  Though in a battle where nailing is hard,
  Recall our illustrious ancestors!
  As we went to Rome for a long time,
  What not to eat slaves in the vile scraps!
  
  Did not appear to bow to us to beat,
  Do not put our world on your knees!
  We're krechety - we beat the game ourselves,
  Representatives of all generations!
  
  That effort is also a throw,
  The enemy is already visible, finely shaking!
  The bullet almost hit the temple
  Darkened in the eyes of our sun!
  
  But we went up to attack,
  Smash nasty bayonets butt!
  We will burn out the Fritz, if you need fire,
  Our fighter has become without prices - just a treasure!
  As soon as the girl-tigress died, the main hero of the Roman army in gold with sapphire cornflowers fell from the blow of Attila. A Chinese-inspired girl cut it down even earlier, and now attacked the representative of the commander of the infantry. He entered into battle with the present, one-eyed giant and even began to crowd him, waving his sword:
  - You monster will not cope with us! Because we are Germans!
  The thug rudely replied:
  - Germans are peppers! Nation crippled!
  Magda got really angry.
  - Not! We are Germans a priori nation of great warriors. That nation that used to win and not in front of anyone not to bend!
  The giant curled his lip and immediately got the edge of the sword in the throat. From the bull's neck the fountain danced ... He staggered, and immediately received a shot under the heart ... Magda exclaimed:
  - Heroism has no age!
  Christina cheered her friend:
  - Truly crush them my dear stronger ... There will be even more rapid pressure!
  At this moment, one of the barefoot archer boys dumped the Roman emperor with an accurate shot. And it was necessary to please the arrow directly into the eye!
  Magda sang, singing:
  - Wow! Not in the eyebrow, but in the eye!
  Christina twisted her finger to the temple:
  - And what! Better to hit one time than curse a hundred! Well, now the enemy will run!
  Magda chopped down another warrior, confirmed:
  - The enemy from fear will tremble and jump away will jump!
  Indeed, the ranks of the Romans hesitated and began to yield. Generally, when the army takes flight it is creepy. Even if it is such a disciplined army as ancient Rome. No wonder, after all, Genghis Khan, in the event that one dozen had escaped, ordered the execution of a whole hundred ... Although the accuracy of the last order is questioned whether it is not a fiction of historians. Even in Rome, every tenth was executed while fleeing. Flickering bare legs, girls and boys rushed to pursue the enemy. And the horns began to play ...
  Magda woke up, abruptly jumped up, the girls quickly lined up. We washed, brushed our teeth and again smeared with protective creams with a forced march through the desert. So they are barefoot in some swimsuits and rushed through the sandy hell.
  The Arab kids showed their fingers in surprise and whistled:
  - Deutsche Akbar!
  Magda looked around and looked at the retreating palm trees with anguish, then whispered to Christine:
  - Again in hell!
  The red-haired diva answered with a smile:
  - All people are sinners, and the hell is the natural state of sinners!
  Magda winked back.
  - A man can not sin!
  Christine nodded her fiery hair and on the run began to explain:
  - I agree! Even a thousand times agree! In general, sin is a relative and purely human concept. For example, if we take the morality of the ancient world, then in it, it was good that it benefited both the man himself and his tribe-clan. For example, adultery was considered a blessing, not a sin!
  Magda willingly agreed:
  - Right! The Führer himself believes that it is better for a woman to become pregnant from a war hero than from her, not always valiant husband. Especially if she has a husband, there are signs of harmful, impure blood.
  Margaret screamed at the girls:
  - Take care of the girls' breath, this time we run to exhaustion!
  Magda smiled back.
  - It is possible to be tired, but it cannot be exhausted.
  Half an hour the girls fled, silently, and then Christina whispered:
  - Do you know what a strange dream my friend had?
  Magda was surprised:
  - Yes, I confess too! Why?
  Christina grinned, replied:
  - Nothing! Such a dream, as if I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Atilla. And we fought with the waxes of ancient Rome. And everything was so beautiful and cruel at the same time ...
  Magda giggled back:
  "You know, I dreamed of that too!" Even a surprising coincidence. I've seen you in a dream!
  Christine winked back:
  - And I love you! You fought well, although a narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior almost killed you!
  Magda was not joking this time, surprised:
  - Can not be! It does not happen that two people have the same dream at the same time?
  Christine retorted:
  - If the flu is collectively sick, then the dream may be the same. Then how will it lead! I heard that in Tula society there are special mediums who take a potion, and breathe in tinctures of herbs, and then sink into visions! And they quite manage to be prophets!
  Magda, jumping over a cobblestone, agreed:
  - Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require supernatural forces, it is just that there may be quite material, and as yet unresolved, physical laws in nature. But what is this dream about?
  Christina, with a shrug, answered:
  - I do not know! Maybe the Third Reich will conquer Britain and the United States behind the Lion, or ... One can guess for a long time!
  Magda wanted to say something, when suddenly her ear caught another audible noise of motors. Despite the remoteness, it was obvious that the aircraft engines were noisy, and that they were approaching significantly ... Margaret, commanded:
  - What is the stage of exercise number two: disguise.
  The girls-tigress stopped, removed from their backpacks camouflage cloaks, painted the color of the desert. Then they began to promptly dig in, at the same time, that from above it was not noticeable, which is unnatural. Here Magda thanked the fate that they both had weapons and engineer shovels. Otherwise, the girls in the desert could be easy prey for British attack aircraft or dive bombers. Christine, scraping the sand barefoot, said:
  - It seems we will have to smell gunpowder, still in Tunisia ... The ways of the Lord are inscrutable!
  Magda replied slyly:
  - The lack of accurate knowledge is always bad, with one exception, if we are talking about the plans of the Almighty!
  Two dozen British airplanes flew over the masked tigress girls, they probably did not notice anything, and were already beginning to dissolve beyond the horizon, when suddenly new suspicious sounds were heard. Margaret commanded:
  - Everyone lie down and do not move!
  The girls-tigress froze, they were waiting for something. And here came the light conveyors and trucks because of the sand dunes. Judging by the design, English and American production. They slowly moved towards the capital of Tunisia. Madeleine was a little confused. He believed that the front line was still far away, which meant that the British would not have time to appear. Rather, should not appear. And then rushing a whole column. Although, perhaps, less than a battalion ... Who are they, some kind of battle group, bypassing the deserts is not a solid front wants to rummage around the rear. It seems to be logical, although with technology they are easy to see in the desert. In any case, you need to pass on your radio, and the fire does not open. Especially because there are only a hundred people, and the British are more than three hundred!
  Magda whispered to Christine:
  - Here they are English! For the first time I see them so close!
  The red-haired girlfriend, also pretty nervous, replied:
  - Nothing special! And among them are so many blacks!
  Indeed, at least half of the English were black. And the colony was moving slowly, and the negros still something howled ... They are getting closer and closer ...
  Here the nerves of one of the girls could not stand it, and she hit a submachine gun. In the same second, the other warriors opened fire, and Margaret barked belatedly:
  - Pl! Several dozen Englishmen were mowed down at once, one of the trucks was flaming. The rest of the British opened indiscriminate shooting. Margaret caught the moment, screamed:
  - Offensive grenades to throw together!
  Girls from the elite SS battalion "Tigress", hurling grenades far and accurately. And what since childhood they have been trained, and more special methods have been passed. This is when you train with a current, a little slow with a shot and you discharge. They threw their presents and Magda with Christina. And the British somersault and upside down ... It's funny so. They shoot randomly, and the blacks still scream in an incomprehensible language. That's exactly scumbags ...
  And Magda shoots and throws, while still singing:
  - The SS pupils nightmare! One jump - one hit! Tigress we - our method is simple! We do not like to pull the cat by the tail!
  Christina responds in the same way. The bullets fired by her are broken into fragments of the skull. And then another knock out his eyes. Here is one frightened black man, how he stabbed a white-haired partner in the side with a bayonet. That blood spit in response. Christine sings along:
  - Angels of star gloomy hell! It seems that everything in the universe will destroy! In the sky soar fast falcon need! To save the soul from destruction!
   The British are unorganized, most of them colonial soldiers: blacks and Indians, Arabs. They: now fall, dying, then, on the contrary, suddenly jump up and start to rush like angry hares. However, girls shoot accurately, and even grenades and fragments fly far, but it is thick! Now there are few enemies left. Margaret shouts in English, her voice is so deafening and loud that you don't even need a horn:
  - Give up and we will spare your lives! In captivity you will have good food, wine and sex!
  It worked instantly and once already surrendered ... Hands up and ...
  Fifty prisoners were gathered, half of them wounded. Margaret commanded:
  - Finish the wounded!
  "Tigress" without ceremony, they let bullets in the temple, those who could not stand on their feet, and the rest were loaded into cars and drove them to the nearest base.
  After the hot desert sand, Magda"s bare legs are very pleasant to feel the soft rubber. She even moans blissfully ... American trucks are very comfortable, and do not shake during the trip. Having won the girls cheerful. Christina asked Magda:
  - How many did you kill?
  The tigress girl shook her shoulders in bewilderment:
  - I do not know? I was not the only one to shoot ... But I think that a lot!
  Kristina counted:
  "There are a hundred of us, about three hundred enemies are killed, that means three each for a brother, that is, for a sister!" An impressive start to the war!
  Magda waved her hand indifferently.
  - It is not important for me! The main thing is that no girlfriend died. Although this is of course statistics, three hundred enemies have been destroyed, and from our side only two female tigress warriors are slightly injured. I even wonder how we have not captured Africa entirely, with such warriors.
  Christina immediately spoiled the mood:
  - So in fact, we lost to these unfortunate warriors in the eighteenth!
  Magda shook her brightly, lightly, as if spattered with New Year's snow with her head:
  - This is because of betrayal! And in fact, we were closer than ever to victory, and it was obvious to everyone who is not blind! Alas, we were prevented!
  Christina agreed, deftly scratching her bare foot behind her left ear:
  - Yes, betrayal, sabotage, mediocrity of the military ... And we still broke the Russians, forcing them to surrender in the eighteenth year! Ah, it would be nice to take a walk around the expanses of Russia, it's cool there, and here it's hot!
  . CHAPTER number 5
  Goering performed the dance of a hippopotamus. He was so carried away that he made an attempt to climb the table. But he did not succeed, and he flew with a crash, dragging along a paperweight, a Napoleon figurine, a bust of Hitler and a bunch of folders. The bust of the Fuhrer split from hitting the boar"s head. There was a wild scream, and blood poured. Hitler commanded:
  - Help him!
  Several bare-legged girls in a blue uniform flew in, they picked up Goering and began to bandage his head.
  Goebbels snorted:
  - The head can not hurt! This is a bone!
  Himmler muttered:
  - Oh, it's not easy work, from the swamp to drag the hippo!
  Goering was taken away, and Hitler, looking around at him frowningly, barked:
  - Get out cretins, you're tired of me!
  The environment flew out of the vast Führer's office. Hitler got up on all fours and barked after him:
  - Woof! Woof! Woof! Kukareku! I mop you up! He walked on all fours, scratching his ear with his foot. Left alone, Hitler climbed onto the table and thought about it, began to talk to himself:
  - I am surrounded by bastards and cretins! They are all cowards! Low vile panties every one and insidious sycophants. Oh my God what idiot I am surrounded! Conquer all of Europe, raise your nation from its knees, and ultimately remain in complete solitude.
  But honestly speaking, he is a great ruler of Hitler. Only eight years of government, and the country destroyed by the crisis has not only been restored, but raised to unprecedented heights. The industry has grown by more than three, and with the conquered peoples and countries as much as six and a half times compared with 1932. Russian for one Finnish war put a lot more soldiers than he Hitler captured the whole of Europe. Such a triumph the speed of conquest, which would envy Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great. His name is booming around the world. And there is only one person before whom he - Adolph is in awe! Stalin - the son of a Russian nobleman Przewalski and a simple Georgian peasant woman! Not a Jew, but very capable, by cunning and deceit, to give odds to any Jew. Stalin is a fool, of course, in order to allow Hitler to conquer Britain and Africa, he will sow a backstab in the Third Reich. In any case, He - Hitler there would have acted in his place!
  Alas, Goering is not born a leader, and does not understand basic things. He, therefore, the Führer, therefore appointed Goering as his successor, because by virtue of the near mind of a hog, he is perfectly safe as a conspirator. There is always the danger that a successor announced by you will want to speed up the process and kill you. Here he is Hitler only a few years older than Goering. Unlike a hog, does not smoke, does not drink, does not overeat, watching for weight. But the thick live less. It is unlikely that Goering will be able, you will not experience a force majeure to survive the Fuhrer. So this is the successor, so for the odds. Another type of Goebbels. In propaganda, just an ass, his services to the party are enormous. Pretty cultured, educated, brave, but weak! Can the Führer of a great nation be almost a dwarf and a cripple? True, Hitler himself is only 166 cm, even slightly below average and by no means a hero. When he studied in village schools, he was a daredevil and a ringleader. But here in the gymnasium he was beaten and humiliated by stronger students.
  And for the boy, who was initially imbued with the awareness of his exclusivity, it was very painful. He was not evil since childhood, even now he sometimes gets scared by the flow of blood and his atrocities. Right now, he led to his entourage like the last fool. How it was affected by the injection of anphytamines. And also the desire to hide ostentatious swagger, their own helplessness and vulnerability. Yes, he understood that he was behaving badly, but the devil was squeaking in his head. Be a tyrant, crush everyone and crush! Be a cruel despot! You are the Führer, you are God, you must mock everyone. And what if you create a new religion and your Trinity, the head of which could be the Führer. How to say science develops. and scientists of the Third Reich and other conquered countries can at least make him immortal. In any case, the magicians promised to find a potion that returns youth.
  Then Oleg Rybachenko woke up, a drop of rain fell on his face. The boy jumped up.
  It was already completely dark, and there was a warm, judging by the climate, Ukrainian night.
  Margarita woke up a little earlier and sat on his haunches. The summer rain intensified, and the children hurried to hide under the tree.
  The heads had already stopped spinning and Oleg said vaguely:
  - Well, how?
  Margarita delightedly replied:
  - You're just a genius!
  Rybachenko pouted himself a wide chest and proudly said:
  - What did you think! My machine works!
  The girl exclaimed indignantly:
  - Yes, it would be better if she did ... did not exist! What will we do now?
  Oleg shook water from his hair and sincerely replied:
  - And what usually do people like in this situation? We will perform feats!
  The boy fumbled in his pocket and exclaimed indignantly:
  - Yes, I dropped the gun ... But I will make nothing for myself a new one!
  Margarita indignantly uttered:
  - Yes, do ... Here you are not the twenty-first century! Try it out of the tree to craft a starship!
  Oleg roared hard in response:
  - Now is not the Middle Ages! What to do, then I will do it! And in general, we now popadantsy, and it sounds good!
  The girl answered with admiration:
  - Yes, of course, the trappers! But unlike a fairy tale, everything is more severe and much more prosaic!
  The boy-wunderkind confidently stated in an ironic form:
  - The fact that the light of the doctrine, in winter and spring ... I say without exception to all the evil forest!
  Margarita approvingly confirmed:
  - Yes, a sense of humor has not left you! And this may be the main thing!
  Oleg Rybachenko replied in a poster with The girl burst out laughing ... And the summer rain intensified. The tree covered from the jets is very bad. The guys soon got soaked to the skin. And to dry it where.
  Rain, however, suddenly stopped, blew a cool breeze. To keep warm children moved through the woods. Dear sneakers squished, and Oleg took them off, as well as the socks left barefoot.
  Margarita, frightened, remarked:
  - You're so cold!
  The boy confidently stated:
  - I never had a cold! In general, walking alone is a pleasure. Go and you! This is not Moscow, no one will turn a finger at his temple!
  The girl shook her head:
  - Feet in the dark beat! I'll interrupt somehow!
  The guys moved through the night forest. Oleg went ahead: bare feet are light. And the fact that the bare sole feels every tubercle, bump, twig, even gives pleasure. The girl does not understand this, and is behind in his squishing sneakers. The boy comes back and tries to pick one:
  - Do not let me! Soon we will go to the people!
  Margarita capriciously exclaims:
  - So and soon!
  The girl is somewhat fat, perhaps full, and gets tired much faster than a sporting boy. But sneakers categorically refuses to remove.
  - Not! In the forest barefoot do not go! Get the legs out!
  The boy shook his head:
  - Nonsense! How many I never bosychil not cut myself! And even in the autumn it"s great to wind up miles in the forest. Drop the pads and you will feel better!
  The girl firmly objected:
  - Not! I am not a beggar, but a noble family! You run like a jagger once you like it.
  The boy frowned and roared:
  - Have a sissy! And spank like a lady!
  Margarita was silent ... It took several hours and already completely bloomed. Even the sun began to burn. Plump and not as sporty as Oleg the girl finally exhausted and sat down to rest. The more accustomed to the load the boy sat down next to her reluctantly. Scratched an itchy heel against the bark. I whistled:
  - Yes, you're not Gerda!
  Margarita responded by whining:
  - I'm tired, I want to eat! Do you have any sausage left?
  The boy fumbled through his pockets. He took out a bill of five hundred rubles, and fifty dollars, as well as a penny trifle and a cell phone with a miniature video camera. He frowned ...
  In the other pocket was only a pack of gum. The kid took a wedge himself and offered Margarita. The girl refused:
  - I have my own!
  And also threw a piece in her mouth. But the gum hunger does not satisfy. Only whets your appetite. The children sat for a while, in silence. And then Margarita asked:
  - Well, genius, how do you think feed us?
   The boy confidently answered:
  - Summer after all. Find mushrooms, berries, fish, light a fire ...
  The girl grimaced and asked:
  - Do you have a lighter?
  Oleg confusedly answered:
  - No, I do not smoke!
  Margarita giggled, noticing:
  - I, too ... But sometimes there are circumstances when bad habits are useful.
  The boy nodded and remarked:
  - I have a lighter at home ... But in Moscow I"m confused about it ...
  The kid jerked and said emphatically:
  - Rested and went on!
  The girl reluctantly got up and sniffed.
  - Let's go!
  Young popadans again moved through the forest. Oleg to his shame did not really know how to navigate. And the children did not have a compass. So they specifically got lost. Well, that still summer and heat. And so not too scary. At the same time came across a glade of blueberries. We got on all fours and began to feast on the sweet berry.
  Margarita, having satisfied initial hunger, laughed:
  - You see you have a black mouth! You are like a purebred dog with character!
  Oleg confidently answered:
  - Do not perish! We hope, strong stomachs, and diarrhea will not pass!
  The children ate berries and went on their way again. The sun has exceeded the zenith and it has become very hot. In sneakers, legs were cut, and Margarita finally decided to take them off. But with the habit of barefoot go very sharply. The girl stepped on a branch, oyknula and sat on a stump. I put on my shoes back and bellowed:
  - Well, the forest is full of surprises!
  The boy reluctantly confirmed:
  - Of course ... This is not a resort! But there is some kind of charm ...
  Walking through the forest, the girl asked Oleg:
  - How would you help the Red Army?
  The boy scratched his head and rationally replied: - I would ... I would offer them to start technology T-54. Such a tank could hasten the end of the second world war.
  The girl did not quite agree:
  - Do you think you, knowing the device of the tank only in general terms could help them?
  Oleg Rybachenko was offended by this:
  - Not in general, I generally know a lot about tanks, including about active armor!
  The girl giggled in response:
  - Well, then, let's better immediately technology T-90, and then take over the whole world!
  The boy scratched his head and admitted:
  - I read about one series, about the hitched ones in the forty-second year of the twenty-first century. So they built a simplified model of the T-54, launching it into production even before the battle of Stalingrad. And as a result, the USSR won much faster than in reality and with great effect. At the expense of other ideas, then ... You can try and something more complicated - for example, the Smerch multiple rocket launcher system. But it is not necessary to run too far technologically!
  Margaret readily agreed with this:
  - Do not get carried away ... And they also will require laser weapons!
  After some time, the girl sat down again to rest. Time flew somehow unnoticed. Again it was dark and I had to sleep in the open. But the nights at the end of June are short and warm. And judging by the tree species, it is somewhere in Ukraine, with a warmer climate. So you can sleep completely.
  A boy and a girl clung to each other and fell asleep on burdocks.
  On a half-starved stomach, I dreamed of any rubbish ... For example, it was as if Tsar Nicholas II died in 1933 as a result of the terrorist attack. For a long time in almost forty years, the kingdom ended tragically. The monarch was only sixty-five years old, and he still acted vigorously. Just won an impressive victory over Japan.
  That is, the relative failure of the kingdom is overcome with a vengeance. And so the mass of territorial gains. Nicholas the second was called great in history, and canonized. These are the collisions. But in general, 1933 was full of unpleasant events. To power in Germany, as in the real story, Hitler came. And three months later, he died and did not have time to be crowned, the heir Alex the second. Kirill Vladimirovich Romanov became the new tsar.
  Also not God knows what a monarch. Very mediocre abilities and drunkard.
  Russia, however, like the whole world emerged from the great depression, and was experiencing a boom. Under Tsar Nicholas II, the mortality rate was sharply reduced, and the birth rate in an Orthodox country, where there was no talk about women's equality, and the question remained high. Population growth exceeded two and a half percent. Due to the rise in the standard of living and the development of medicine, child mortality has noticeably decreased, especially for colds.
  Russia continued to digest assimilate margins. The country remained unitary, almost all the governors were Russian.
  The autonomy of the Polish kingdom after the war was further curtailed, as was Finland.
  Russia gained possession of many Muslim lands. Including Istanbul, and now Constantinople. Kirill Romanov decided to use this for the reform of Orthodoxy. The synod, under strong royal pressure, legalized polygamy. And now the Russian man could have four wives.
  At the same time, the king abolished almost all the posts, and thereby eased the burden of Orthodoxy. In the territories of traditional Islam, active missionary work was carried out. Muslims accepting Orthodoxy received a lot of privileges, including tax privileges. Part of the elite willingly replaced Magomed with Christ. Moreover, neither Namaz nor the rather painful Ramadan should be performed. Go to church once a week, confess to priests, sacrifice to the temple and you will be saved.
  In addition, the sale of indulgences was revived. This gave a considerable income to the church and with it the state treasury. So Cyril introduced a tax on religion. And at the same time increased the church fees.
  This policy caused discontent among a certain part of the population, but the nobility supported the initiatives of the king, especially polygamy. Moreover, the general level of religiosity of the population weakened, and the reform of Orthodoxy from above seemed quite an urgent phenomenon.
  But the situation in the world escalated. Japan was dissatisfied with defeat and dreamed of revenge. But the main thing complicated the relationship of tsarist Russia with Britain and France. Including because of China, where the Russians were already carrying out an overt expansion, creating Zheltoressiyu. Where voluntarily, and where and under duress, the Chinese regions were part of the tsarist empire, which gave rise to opposition from the world powers.
  In addition, Russian imperial circles wanted to get access to the Indian Ocean. Half of Iran in the division of the colonies went to Britain. Extremely controversially chopped land on the Saudi Peninsula.
  Under these conditions, the mutual desire to redistribute the world again became stronger and stronger.
  As a result, the union of England, France, Belgium, Holland, on the one hand, and Russia, Italy, and Germany that joined them, began to take shape.
  Tsarist Russia had the largest land army in the world. The growing economy also allowed for more Hitler, realizing the whole risk of war with such a monster, also chose a course of rapprochement with the Russians. A triple alliance was concluded ... The first step of such cooperation was the invasion of Mussolini's troops into Ethiopia, and the conquest of the last independent state in Africa.
  Hitler also dreamed of Africa and revenge for the previous defeats. To begin with, the fascists, with the support of Russia and Italy, carried out the Anschluss of Austria. The operation was successful, and without fighting. Then came the turn of Czechoslovakia.
  Germany received the Sudetenland populated mainly by the Germans, and Slovenia by Russia. Little has got and Hungary. In 1938, Kirill Vladimirovich died. And Vladimir the Third ascended the throne. The new young monarch continued the policy of his father - confrontation with the countries of the Entente. Japan, meanwhile, was looking for an excuse to join the war and union with the Germans.
  But then there was a personal meeting between Hitler and Hirohito, after which an agreement was signed on the entry of Japan into the Triple Alliance. And so the coalition of states has expanded. It also includes Hungary, which is related to the tsar by the related ties of Romania and Yugoslavia. In May 1940, without warning, Hitler began an invasion of France. Despite all the fears, the country whose symbol is a rooster collapsed quickly in a month and a half.
  Tsarist Russia, on the other hand, attacked the colonies, and Japan launched hostilities in the Pacific. The Second World War began.
  At first, the Russian army won easily. The local population supported the Russians, and India, Burma, almost all Indochina, and many other lands were conquered. Lost Britain and control over southern Iran. France lost Indochina and all lands in the Middle East. The war was very successful. The Germans, however, did not risk a landing at once in Britain.
  Passed the air battle for England. Russia, taking the colony, did not participate in it. The Germans could not win it. But along with Franco took Gibraltar and invaded Morocco, conquering Africa. Russia invaded from the other side of Egypt. And also having an overwhelming numerical advantage, she conquered the territory.
  But the forty-first year led to complications. The rapid defeat of Britain and the strengthening of the Axis powers alarmed the United States. There was a fear that if England was defeated, then the whole coalition would fall on America. Another issue is that the land army of the Yankees is weak - especially the tank potential. And in such circumstances, the war with Russia could end in tragedy.
  Perhaps the isolationists would have won, but Japan, having brazenly and fortified by the English colonies, attacked America in Peru Harbor. And thus forced the states to join the war.
  As it turned out, this turned out to be a rather risky decision. The Japanese at the end of the forty-first year suffered a couple of defeats at sea and turned to Russia for help.
  The tsarist empire at that time possessed the most powerful fleet in terms of the number of battleships. Moreover, by this time, Britain had lost all of its possessions in Africa, and Russia was able to assist Germany in attacking the metropolis.
  The bombers were also attended by the new "Nikolai" bombers with six engines, carrying up to twenty tons of bombs. Britain quickly turned into dust. In addition, Russian and German submarines almost interrupted the supply of England by sea, forcing the enemy to run out of steam.
  America immediately in the Pacific failed to win. Kolchak was gone, and corruption and protectionism in the navy had an effect. The war was not enough collected. But the Americans also lacked the experience to take advantage of this. Therefore, the battle proceeded with varying success.
  Although they could, with better command, immediately transfer the initiative to Russia. However, Britain was already doomed and in 1942, also in May, a bold landing of Russian and German forces followed. The metropolis fought three weeks before falling. Thus ended another episode of the Second World War. Africa by this time, too, was under the control of the Axis powers.
  Thus, America is embroiled in a war with the entire coalition. And doomed to defeat.
  In the forty-third year began the attack on the United States, through Alaska. To keep such a front is unusually hard. True, the Russian army has to fight in extremely harsh conditions. And go through the ice. With the supply of extremely difficult. On the other hand, the Russian heavy tanks VK-2 appeared with guns of 152 millimeters, and very powerful armor. VK - translated as Vladimir Kirillovich. The Russian tank has eight machine guns, you will not pick it up.
  And the rod of such machines through the snowdrifts, not having a pallet. Permeability is simply the highest when solid tracks. True, the tank itself is somewhat tall.
  In addition, jets are actively used. What can this oppose America? Only the number of cars. In this regard, industrial power allows. And followed by fierce counterattacks on Russian troops.
  The royal army in Alaska advanced slowly. Bore big losses ... But still the bridgehead expanded ... The American "Shermans" could not cope with the Russian machines - heavy VK-2, and average Russian tank building was, perhaps, the most advanced in the world at that time. The German "Panther" with a weaker gun, and the worst armor reservation weighed five tons more. "Tiger" with a greater weight also inferior in characteristics - NA-3. And only the "Royal Tiger", with approximately equal armor-piercing weapons, and a slight superiority in frontal defense could compete with the tank of Czarist Russia, NA-3. The Americans, for the time being, have not had a single tank capable of even piercing the Russian head-on and even on board.
  Tank building has evolved ... In the field of aviation, Russian helicopters turned out to be the best and serial ones, and jet engines appeared earlier than the German ones. In general, science in Tsarist Russia is at the height, although the percentage of illiterate people is still high. But why should a farmer get a certificate? He plow the land and so!
  Sikorsky stayed in Tsarist Russia and made the most powerful six-engine bombers in the world with a record carrying capacity. And capable of bombing at great distances, flying between continents.
  The Americans are somewhat better off with large surface ships and aircraft carriers. Russia has more developed ground forces. But then Germany has a very strong submarine fleet. However, the tsarist government is also catching up.
  Yes, and the release of ships from the countries of the Axis powers is increasing ... Here, for example, the whole crew of a cruiser consists of only girls. And it makes the strongest impression on young sailors ...
  Oleg Rybachenko dreamed that he was the only one young boy on a girl's ship. And the girls chase him here and there. Not a moment's peace. Yes, they also want to feel the boy's muscular body, pinch. Not great joy.
  They do not give a good sleep, they raise it in an early hour, and in the hands of a mop - dry and without that shiny deck.
  And then the girls even thought of sending smoke from the chimney. Yes, what? Tarpaulin! This is altogether like mockery. But the kid rushed to carry out this order. The tarp from the smoke pouted, and Oleg carried over the sea waves in the direction of Australia.
  The boy sang in despair;
  I was a simple child in the king"s country
  My father landowner plowed ...
  But he lived in dreams of knighthood hussars,
  And boldly with a stick in a fight son waved!
  
  Then I flew to the fleet Tiny
  The prince issued my pass to the ship ...
  Do not sugar service, you believe kids
  There you need to take firmly not to fall!
  
  Fed poorly, but flogged,
  On the heels of the stick - whipping boy!
  No, such a child did not want a share,
  Freedom wanted, young man Ilya!
  
  Dreamed, I also believe about wealth,
  I wanted an ogle barefoot boots ...
  But there is no sea, you believe chaps,
  All that I have - will be released for the debts!
  
  But then it happened, we got a marque
  There was an unequal fight, we suffered ...
  And I ended up in a pirate paw,
  And this is like in the hell of Satan!
  
  Flogged long, a cat, a seven-tail,
  Then the fire came to my bare feet ...
  The pirates beat the young man very hard
  They wanted to make the pain stronger!
  
  The boy was holding fast in torture,
  Not a moan, crying, did not even sigh ...
  He turned out to be a real hero
  Drawn, know the strap as a stubborn mule!
  
  And the pirate captain was surprised
  You seem to see our man ...
  And they lighted the filibusters of the face,
  Such a young boy has a chance!
  
  He became a pirate on the harsh seas,
  And also in the battle drowns ships ...
  Now the boy has a new initiative,
  Learn, try - so as not to get stuck!
  
  Pirate of course guy is thievish,
  But honors the laws of brotherhood as a canon ...
  For idle talk, even dryish,
  But arrange screaming acceleration!
  
  The boy grew up, and grew wealth
  Managed to find a bride at once ... The authority of the brotherhood,
  To some extent, he and God and the prince!
  
  But luck turned away wildly,
  The experienced pirate got into a terrible captivity ...
  Knew on the skin, what is famously,
  He understood what chaos was!
  
  On the rack, the hero held firmly,
  And he did not betray anyone, did not say ...
  Although he was promised even a kingdom,
  And promises an endless shaft!
  
  Then swept in chains to the scaffold,
  There a great executioner prepared his sword ...
  Such is his work,
  One blow to the head cut down!
  
  All at parting knight bowed,
  He said: forgive me if I am guilty ...
  The swing of the ax - the chunk rolled,
  The pirate's soul flew to hell!
  . CHAPTER number 6.
  Magda giggled gaily.
  "But in Russia there are such severe frosts ... But when I ran barefoot through the snow in the mountains, I know what kind of flour it is."
  Christine bared her teeth:
  - Little Magda barefoot runs through the burning snow ... It is symbolic as if in a fairy tale ... Fairy tales about pure, still childish and not at all selfish love ...
  Magda winked at her friend fervently.
  - Is it like we have to the Führer?
  Kristina confirmed:
  - Nearly! We just go, and do not run barefoot on the hot desert sand. Yes, even after the victory.
  Bound Negro muttered in German:
  - Terrible angels, I am ready to serve you! You are a goddess, I am your slave!
  Christine stroked her black captive's slightly coarse feet with brown curly hair:
  "You are negros slaves by nature!" Of course, on the one hand, this is good, someone has to work hard from dawn to dusk, do the dirty work ... But the slave is by nature, a vile nature a traitor and he cannot be trusted with a weapon. We are Germans, in turn, the most cultured and highly organized nation on Earth. A great nation of warriors, and it was not for nothing that German mercenaries served in all European armies and even in Russia, most often in command positions!
  Magda fiercely threw:
  - Yes, you will serve us as a slave. We have special menageries, for blacks. And you still have until ...
  Kristina suggested:
  - Let him kiss our feet. After all, it will be nice for us, and nigga to be humiliated.
  Magda shook her head energetically.
  "I don"t know about you, but it"s disgusting if the pure skin of the Aryan truth touches the lips of a stinking niger." So that...
  Kristana did not agree:
  - Well no! And I would like the opposite. Well look...
  The fiery-red beauty thrust her little leg at the black man. He enthusiastically began to kiss the long, smooth, chiseled fingers of the goddess. And the girl in response only gently smiled, the Negro's thick lips tickled her tanned skin. Here is the language of the prisoner walked on the elastic, slightly dusty girl's foot. It's nice all the same, when you humiliate a strong, almost two-meter man.
  Magda was surprised:
  - Strange, but what about you, is it not disgusting?
  Christine smiled:
  - Well no! And why should I be disgusted?
  Magda chose to keep silent: well, that her interfere in the affairs of a friend. In fact, they were brought up that a German woman should not only be a warrior, but also a loving, tender wife and healthy mother. But she herself had not yet thought about the guys, perhaps due to heavy physical exertion, or simply had not yet found her mate. However, Christine, too, seems to be fed up. She slapped the Negro ankle on the nose, so much so that flowed soup and invited Magda:
  - Can we sing?
  Magda nodded.
  - Of course, we sing! Otherwise it becomes sad!
  The tigress girls sang, and their friends picked up together, so the song flowed like a waterfall:
  We go with a pretty little bushes,
  Sadness unearthly bated!
  And the cold, burning chill,
  Pierced broken motive!
  
  On the snow barefoot legs,
  Little white girls go! They roar like wolves, evil winds,
  Tearing flocks of birds pichug!
  
  But the girl does not know fear,
  She is a fighter of mighty forces!
  Barely covered the flesh of his shirt,
  We will certainly win!
  
  Our warrior is the most hardened,
  Do not bend his sledge hammer!
  Here gently maples move,
  Snowflakes fall on your chest!
  
  Fear is not our custom,
  Shiver from the cold do not you dare!
  Opponent is fat with a bovine neck,
  It is sticky, nasty like glue!
  
  Such power among the people
  What did the holy rite do!
  For us, and faith, and nature,
  Victory will be the result!
  
  Christ inspires the homeland
  Tell us to fight to the end!
  To make the planet a paradise
  All hearts will be brave!
  
  People will soon be happy
  Let life sometimes heavy cross!
  Violently deadly bullets
  But the one who fell is already resurrected!
  
  Science gives us immortality,
  And the mind of the fallen will return!
  But if you are afraid, believe me,
  Opponent immediately screw the score!
  
  Therefore pray even to God
  Do not think laziness away!
  Judge Supreme is very strict,
  Although it can sometimes help!
  
  My motherland is the most precious
  Holy, wise country!
  Hold our chief stronger reins
  Bloom Homeland born!
  The girls from the elite SS "Tigress" battalion sang so beautifully, and the words were heartfelt. In general, there was a stereotype that an SS-person means an executioner!
  But it is not. There were, of course, special punitive divisions, most often in the composition of guard divisions that carried out special operations, but most of the SS divisions were simply Wehrmacht"s elite guards. In general, it must be said that the red, totalitarian propaganda is not the most reliable source of information about the Second World War. After all, it is clear that the Communist leaders of Agitprop could not but be unbiased and objectively cover the events. So, it is authentically difficult to judge where the real truth was, about the atrocities of the fascists, and where is fiction.
  In any case, the fact that not every SS warrior is a hangman and a monster is forced to admit by those who are seriously engaged in historical research. In addition, before the attack on the USSR; In general, the Nazis in the occupied territories behaved tolerantly, Western sources do not indicate any mass atrocities and massacres.
  And now the girls-tigress helped the prisoners to get out of the cars; friendly patted on the broad shoulders of frightened men. After that, the girls were invited to eat ...
  The dinner was modest, but a zebra was shot in the desert and each girl got a cooked Arab shish kebab. In general, the Arabs, at least, outwardly were friendly and those who knew German even tried to joke, or gently stroke the legs of the girls.
  Magda pushed the sticking Arab away and declared:
  - I'm not for you!
  Christina followed her example, pushing with her bare foot:
  - Get yourself a harem!
  Magda, smiling, suggested:
  - But tell me Christina, what would you do if you became the wife of the Sultan?
  The red-haired girlfriend doubted:
  - This is actually a controversial happiness ... Although it depends on the wife of a sultan. If the great Ottoman Empire flourished, then ... It would be even very good ... I would have reformed the Turkish army, improved weapons ... And probably would have turned my gaze to the east first.
  Magda agreed: - Right! But it"s a shame for Turkey that it could not even conquer Iran even in its heyday. That was quite realistic, especially since the Persian army was backward. Interestingly, the great Führer, who will make the decision to conquer Turkey, or to include him in his coalition, having thrown the bone, including some not very valuable lands of Iran, into the Ottomans?
  Christine shrugged in bewilderment.
  - I do not know! In fact, it has been rumored lately that we will attack the USSR ... They say that Russian riches and the puffy lands of Ukraine are very much needed!
  Magda picked up a cup of tea with her fingers and barely deftly raised it to her chin, pouring in a brown liquid. At the same time the girl-tigress managed to talk:
  - Ukraine has very rich, fat lands. Under the wise German leadership, and with our high farming culture, they will produce record harvests. And then we have bread, water will be cheaper. And it will be good for the Ukrainians themselves, because the Soviet government just robs them, forcing them to starve!
  Christine nodded:
  - We will teach these Slavs to our great German culture! Enlighten them!
  Then the conversation was interrupted by rough shouts, the rest time was over.
  But after lunch, the girls re-built and forced to make a forced march through the desert. After the meal, it was hard to escape and the tigress girls even moaned slightly, while, however, their bodies did not warm up. And so rushed like jerboa.
  Well, in the meantime, the girls completed by the time when it was quite another dark, their march shot. Christina cheered Magda:
  - In training it is difficult to fight easily!
  Magda retorted:
  - It is difficult to live in learning - it is easy to die in battle!
  Having finished my run to the end, the exhausted girls tightened up a bit more, then showered and went to bed. Well, how much can you twist yourself to chaos! Magda, she dreamed of a very dramatic composition ...
  At first, the girl saw the enemy, in her dream, she seemed to overlook a huge amount of space at once.
  The army marched out of the city. The troops lined a rectangle, which as it moved more and more looked like a rat. As usually happens in such animals the most disgusting face! In front of melosaurus, and five tyrannosaurs, followed by cavalry, camels, with armored knights, cavalry with the soldiers easier. Next, infantry, light, in leather shells, dart throwers, and heavy in bronze armor. There were also the most numerous archers. Bows are different, small black, and large painted yellow.
  Part of the soldiers armed with spears and built a semblance of a phalanx. In general, quite a large army by the standards of the Middle Ages. Dinosaurs roar and inspire fear. In motion, it resembles a mudflow, inexorable, can only not so impetuous. The pipes are buzzing, the drums are beating. Behind horses and oxen drag catapults and ballista. The latter, however, are not very adapted to the field battle. Outside the city wall, smoke rises into the sky, forges work, forge shackles for slaves. At the very tail of the army are executioners in black robes, ready to cruelly torture the rebels. Already heated tongs, heated drill.
  And what is ahead of them: half-naked how horribly armed slaves, among which are many skinny teenagers, with sharp shoulder blades and black heels, shot down by stones. Well, what an army of chickens to laugh. Magda herself is half-naked and barefoot, but not at all embarrassed:
  - Death is a relative concept in time, life is absolute in meaning!
  But oddly enough, teenagers and other slaves, having met a large army, did not begin to scatter. On the contrary, darts and stones flew into dinosaurs. First of all, they tried to knock out the riders sitting on the monsters.
  And here's another partner Christina, judging by the diamond crown noble person. She had seen the troops approaching, more numerous than the intelligent warrior had expected, but did not experience panic feelings.
   - And they are self-confident! They are counting on torturing us. What do you say to that Falcon Beak.
  - Surprise ready! How dinosaurs are not primitive, but there are more than two hundred of them, turning to flight, they will crush the whole army! - grinned painted as an Indian, with a young man with red and yellow feathers.
  The Duke de Fleron, accompanied by several colonels, all in gold and jewels, rode in the middle of the cavalry:
  - Well, here's a little more and the enemy will be overwhelmed, which was inevitable. Here's the queen, she will be raped by a hundred warriors, and then if she is alive, I will do this to her!
  Well, here the fantasy refused to the arrogant duke. What he would do with the queen, it would be harder, so that the descendants would even shudder centuries later, but there were not enough ideas. The dinosaurs have already reached the fast-flowing slaves. Grab the least nimble. A pair of too brave boys jumped on them, climbed into the mouth, put a spear in the mouth. But, not holding on to the shell, they flew off and were cruelly trampled.
  The hawk beak whistled loudly, and then, realizing that they did not understand, roared a deafening sound:
  - It's all time now!
  There was a noise and bubbles started flying on the dinosaurs. They looked very large, colorful, mirrored, but, falling into the faces of dinosaurs, they flashed with a burning flame.
  The device, invented by the Falcon beak and Snow-Terminator, was very simple. Ordinary only big actuators of soap bubbles, like those that children indulge in. Only instead of a soap solution is a simple but effective explosive mixture. The balls themselves blew a light breeze, which was reproduced with the help of a spell. Unlike an artificial hurricane, it did not require too much energy.
   So the child"s weapon proved to be very effective against the monsters rushing ahead. It looked spectacular, iridescent rainbow-colored bubbles fall into grinning faces. The impact is as if from a napalm bomb, the main thing is that the inside gas irritates the nasopharynx of the creatures, causing a panic feeling of fear. And the flame is especially burning, pulling out the animal soul. Monsters engulfed in fire turned into indiscriminate flight. So it was all frightening and unusual.
  Christina sounded the trumpet, reinforced by resonant platinum:
  - Order offensive!
  Rebel cavalry, which had already become quite numerous, rushed to pursue a quivering army. Archers also entered the battle. The implacable mites seemed to shrink, preparing to crush like a rat woven from soldiers' rows with a crunch.
  Ahead, as always, as usual, cutting through the air, Christina rushed. She put on a thin, but very strong chain of gnome work. However, the outlines of her seductive body did not hide at all, on the contrary, every line was visible: from the chest to the hips. The crown at the same time sparkled much brighter than real diamonds are capable of.
  - Saryn on paper! - shouted the girl, imitating Stenka Razin. She remembered a novel from the category of tabloid, almost forbidden fiction in the Third Reich, where the legendary ataman fought with an armada of starships. It was a strength and at the same time a knighthood. And the plot is very interesting, in which there were no princesses, and the infernal demon Skelentora, who had captured the main source of universal energy ...
  Here, Magda thought, and how she herself would lead herself to the place of the leader of the rebels. Especially being in captivity and under torture. In this case, I would preserve courage, honor, did not flinch in the hands of the executioners. After all, the ataman released snide jokes on the rack, demonstrating unbending will and Cossack sense of humor.
  - I believe that I will not falter! - Said to herself a girl.
  Dinosaurs fell on their own cavalry. They tore apart, trampled, overturned camels, horses and other fighters. Panic swept the cavalry, throwing over the infantry. Imagine what a wild dinosaur is. A carcass weighing several elephants, meter-long teeth, and clawed paws shreds everyone. The army almost immediately turned into a frightened crowd that was being torn apart by slaves and soldiers who had gone over to the side of the legitimate queen.
  Christine personally supervised the chopping and stalking. Several horsemen came at her and were immediately finished off. Duke Aileron with a select squad of guardsmen tried to stop the raging stream. Christine fell on him. At the same time rotating both swords, the warrior nonstop chopping down the guards, leaving no chance.
  A goblin overloaded with armor on a camel tried to resist her.
  Christina grinning predatory, noticed:
  - And you think that growth will beat the skill?
  - Elephant trampling ant! - growled hairy giant.
  - And passes in front of the mouse! Big people have big and misses! - After several swift strikes, the girl found a gap in the visor and hit the enemy.
  - Not long the music played! I struck through the visor! And the evil servant in his hell visor! - The warrior showed her tongue.
   Kristine liked the joke, especially the rhyme and pun. And if so then the cabin went more fun. Snow White terminator dropped air pots with an incendiary mixture intensifying panic.
  - It's only the beginning! Oh oh oh! - Said the fairy warrior.
  Christine broke through to the Duke of Fleuron. Togo was surrounded by guards: four goblins on eight-legged camels capable of carrying a lot of monsters relatively easily.
  The duke gave orders to the general - It was a pity to whom! Some ragged people are pushing us! "The General released a trickle of orange flame from behind his mouth."
  - Alas, and this is what it is! - Suddenly, terrified, the duke barked.
  Christina in a wild jump cut down a goblin and two more soldiers. Three thugs rushed at her.
  Fleron shouted:
  - Kill the bitch!
  The arrow fired by Magda (she also fought desperately and tried to keep up with her friend) knocked down one of the attackers. Another monster was killed by Christina.
  - Sorry handsome, I was the first because a man.
  The surviving goblin hoarse:
  - People are parasites! Beats goblins!
  The girl, in response, slammed her foot under the knee, and thrust her head into the brutal physiognomy.
  "How about a broken nose."
  From the terrible blow of the beautiful head of the monster swung, and the monster fell off a camel. Christina knew how to beat, so that her blows paralyzed large animals with elephants. To do this, select the desired point, and beat the code with an acute angle when the cartilage of the nose enters the frontal lobe of the brain.
  - I drive you the truth in my head! - shouted girl.
  The Duke Fleron tried to shoot a girl from a poisoned dagger with a spring.
  Christine caught the flight of the blade and hit the sword. The metal, coming into contact with the metal, flew off. The girl-tigress jumped off the saddle, flew over and brought down the blade on the helmet.
  - Here get a capitalist!
  From shaking the helmet shattered, along with his head. What remained of the prince flew off his horse. Christine stuck out her tongue, he was a long rosy one and showed it to everyone.
  - The fact that you are so tortured, maybe get.
  The death of the prince broke down the morale of the army. Soldiers either fled or surrendered in droves. The shock was too great. Only mercenaries and nobles tried to organize a semblance of resistance. But such foci were quickly extinguished.
  Christina encouraged the troops, even almost unarmed teenagers, rushed boldly and, perhaps, even had to restrain them. The girl dumped several dozen fighters, but there was no one to kill anymore.
  They didn"t have time to close the gate; in addition, part of the townspeople rebelled, the dump began.
  Baron de Capricorn, learning of the riot in the city, raised by slaves, demanded:
  - Execute all slaves, introduce mass executions.
  Snow-Terminator, however, turned out to be more agile, having dispersed the guard with a fiery stream, set the queen standard right on the tower.
  - What did you want us to be liberal. Or maybe even surrendered.
  The rebellious citizens, many slaves broke through to the palace of the governor. Christina burst through the gate, she beat and crashed everybody.
  Magda got a couple of scratches, but just got angry at this, here is his sword, knocked down the troll-corporal, then she scrambled up to the top.
  The warrior, jumping with her foot, thrust a goblin into the chest, he flew off the wall, stumbling upon the spears dug into the cobblestones.
  - I wonder what you taste like fat!
   Her swords again found abundant food, faced with the guards. But most of the garrison did not resist. Only a palace with selected units, mostly hired warriors, turned out to be a firmer nut. Hawkeye himself attacked the cover. Christina, meanwhile, literally soared higher, meeting with Capricorn face to face. There are only a dozen people left around the baron, a matter for a warrior of two or three seconds. Then he ran into a nobleman.
  The fight, in fact, was not, the warrior touched the baron's shoulder with her finger and paralyzed him.
  "You can count on the mercy of the queen." However, the people's court does not know pity!
  He jumped on a type that looks like a faun.
  - What animal do you want to get on the brain? - cursed warrior.
  Although he was moving faster than an ordinary person, Christina retorted a lunge, and with a blow in response she took down the ugly head:
  - And then the faun. The whole universe is full of these creatures. Or maybe another kind of goblin.
  The warrior moved to the palace, but did not have time, the rebels and the townspeople dealt with the garrison before this diva arrived.
  Magda managed to finish off just two more scum. She spun around her axis, philosophically saying:
  - You can not beat everyone without defeating yourself - you can not beat yourself without learning from everyone!
  The governor had time to stab before the warrior intervened. However, it relieved the trouble of the court, and the dignitary, it seems, was a fair scum if the citizens themselves attacked him. The fat body was hacked into cabbage, leaving no whole limb.
  The girl-tigress scolded too zealous rebels.
  - Remember, the main thing is the ability to live according to fair laws. It is time to establish a national order.
  In the city, the corpses were quickly removed, there were not many of them, and the streets were shallow, trees were trimmed. Local authorities were elected, including from among former slaves. However, slaves constituted the majority of the population, they recorded everyone in a row, primarily from among the poor.
  Leninastal was the first to take the oath of people. The young queen became darker, the pallor of imprisonment disappeared, her shoulders and hips widened, her clean washed hair sparkled with pearly whiteness. She was very beautiful and feminine, not deprived of good strength. The priests with zeal led the people to swear. But it was clear that the ministers of the black cult are not happy: the queen is very righteous, has banned human sacrifices, reduced the church tax. And now people are sticking to the cola, especially often sacrificing innocent babies, especially boys. A man and hell must be ahead.
  On the occasion of the oath, the black priest suggested:
  "Let's kill a dozen boys and six girls!"
  Leninastala roughly threw:
  - No better than you! On the fire of a sadist!
  The priest was caught and carried to the pre-connected wood and branches. Magda, meanwhile, wiped her blade and stood next to Kriston, asking in surprise:
  - Strange, but why this uprising was started.
  Her partner answered with a smirk:
  - To return the legal throne to the queen. Lenin became the legitimate heiress, and the usurper sat on the throne.
  Magda still doubted:
  - One is not often the case that the legitimate heirs to the throne, turned for help to the mob.
  Christina quite logically said:
  - Friendship with the mobile does not degrade, if it leads to the heights of power! Well, in this case, it may be the last chance of the disgraced queen.
  Magda with the edge of the sword, scratched her bare, girlish heel. Charlotte was wearing pearl-embellished sandals. She suddenly caught the playful little boy by the hand. The kid seemed to want to pull a purse out of the warrior's belt. Strong Christine raised the lad to the outstretched hand. However, the child was about ten years old, no more and he burst into tears:
  - Oh, auntie is not necessary! I'm more so ...
  Magda hard interrupted:
  - I know myself - I will not! Enough, however, the thief still needs to be punished, otherwise he will get used to irresponsibility! What do you advise Christina?
  The tiger warrior twisted her face:
  - I think spanking will be enough! Do not cripple the child by chopping off the hand.
  Magda agreed:
  - So we will hand over the guard and let him blow it!
  The little tomboy suddenly began tearfully asking:
  - Do not, better take me to your squire.
  Christina sniffed contemptuously:
  - The thief in the squires ... What a fool I am! Yes, you are still small, to carry my arsenal, just fall down. So ... - The girl shouted. "She is a guard, you need to punish a thief ..."
  Magda suddenly giggled.
  - So there is no guard, she ran up ... We'll have a boy to lead us to the queen, so that she would judge!
  . CHAPTER number 7.
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up ... The sun was already shining high and the boy jumped up cheerfully. The girl rose reluctantly. Hungry children moved through the forest. Margarita was limping, rubbed her legs, and the calves, in which lactic acid had accumulated, ached painfully. I really wanted to eat.
  The boy felt more cheerful, and confidently spanked his bare feet on the grass, every now and then, rushing forward, then returning to the girl.
  But hunger pestered him too. Here the guys were again in the blueberry meadow. Ate without enthusiasm. Without bread and meat, blueberries could not satisfy the hungry stomachs. Then they moved again ...
  Although sneakers and soft, but you walk for a long time in them rub your feet. The girl took off her shoes and tried to go barefoot. The boy walked in front, and threw back cones, branches, branches. And Margarita tried to step on soft grass. But still, the soles after a while began to glow.
  The girl sat down, and then Oleg suggested:
  - Sit on my back! I'll carry it!
  Margarita questioned:
  - And how long will you have enough strength to carry a fat one?
  Oleg answered honestly:
  - I do not know ... But you are losing weight right before your eyes!
  Indeed, from lack of food the girl began to lose weight. And the strong muscular boy, gradually dried up. To carry a load behind you is not easy, but he is still an athlete. And I must bear the burden. A couple of hours away, Oleg gave up and sat down. Then motivated by conscience Margarita went herself. Her soles were red and scratched. But the girl for some time kept on willpower.
  Then the guys came across blackberry bushes. Little crawled and ate.
  Devouring a blackberry, Margaret noticed:
  - Is it an endless forest?
  The boy shook his head negatively.
  "I don"t think so ... Most likely we were just not in the best place."
  Margarita sniffed contemptuously:
  - And they simply got lost ... Here it is your genius!
  Oleg rationally remarked:
  - And to know everything is impossible in principle!
  After which the boy decidedly became and answered:
  - Let's go! Maybe we will run on partisans!
  The girl giggled sadly:
  - The legend is fresh, but it's hard to believe ...
  To go, in fact, you can endlessly wander in the forest along the same roads. When it got dark, the children climbed back to the mugs. There was no rain, and Ukrainian nights are warm.
  Oleg Rybachenko fell asleep to himself a continuation ... Here he is a young man gets on an American ship ... He is caught and asked:
  - You are Russian!
  Oleg proudly replies:
  - I am Russian cabin boy!
  The Americans are laughing and for the beginning they decide to flog the boy with a seven-eared cat. In a dream, blows are not so painful and the boy suffers.
  Then he burns cigarettes to his chest and is demanded to talk about the plans of the command, as if the boy is capable of knowing something.
  Then insert your fingers into the doorway and squeeze a vise. But no torture helps. Oleg Rybachenko is silent as a partisan. And then the admiral himself calls him.
  He looks with suspicion on a handcuffed boy with a strewn back, with palms covered with blisters, and the soles of his feet, but he tries to seem gentle and insinuatingly says:
  - Want a bike, huh?
  Oleg Rybachenko looks with deliberate indifference.
  The admiral adds with a smirk:
  - A scooter?
  The boy snorted contemptuously:
  - So little!
  The admiral raised his eyebrows indignantly and asked:
  - Well, and the car "Ford" ... Imagine you're so small, and you have a whole "Ford."
  Oleg Rybachenko without a hint of irony suggested:
  - And then maybe the "Cadillac"? What trifle?
  The admiral pretended not to understand the irony and said:
  - Two "Cadillac" and "Ford" to boot!
  The boy ironically added:
  - And also the key to the apartment, where the money is!
  The admiral confirmed with aplomb:
  - Two keys, from three apartments, where a lot of money is!
  Oleg Rybachenko giggled and noticed:
  - Yes, you have promises ... Well, well, I will show you where and in what place you can attack the Russian fleet and achieve victory!
  The admiral threw up his hands and ordered:
  - Carry a notable dinner! The boy told everything!
  After hunger, good to eat exquisite dishes. The boy ate to hell, and then told in which place it is best to pass the American squadron.
  - Then you will find yourself in the rear of Admiral Troshev and flatten him like a coin.
  The American was rubbing his hands ...
  The boy asked the magazine and made some sketches how to go and move on.
  What is the American fleet at full speed rushed to a pre-prepared trap. But Oleg Rybachenko sat on the bed ... A woman wobbling with her hips came to him. She shamelessly pounced on the kid.
  Probably, in this way, the admiral wanted to express his gratitude to the jung. Or vice versa more mess!
  Time goes by in a dream, and here is the American squadron in the square of the Devil. What did the Yankees want to go in there, and get what they deserve! Here it is, the starting point is precisely the one planned by a brave boy.
  Suddenly the sea foamed up ... huge waves rose upward, absorbing American cruisers and battleships. And it happened in a few seconds. Everything flooded, as if in a can of beer. After that, time ended in eternity for the squadron of Mad Dick.
  And the ships went to the kingdom of Neptune ...
  Here Oleg had in front of the sea king. That monarch was huge with a fish tail and golden scales. He shook his trident and bellowed:
  - Who are you?
  Oleg jumped, slapping his leg burned in a brazier and replied:
  - I am a young Russian fleet!
   Neptune roared and asked:
  - Do you know how to get pearls?
  The boy grinned and defiantly replied:
  - I can, but for you I will not!
  Neptune banged a trident and screamed at the top of his throat:
  "Sharks are my faithful servants ... To tear the impudent Olezhka!"
  The boy clenched his fists and began to fend off sticking barracudas. Those climbed like hungry dogs. But the boy met them with strong blows, sending him a knockout. But more and more sharks ... A young boy is exhausted ...
  Oleg woke up ... Already bloomed. Margarita is sleeping, and it is a pity to wake a beautiful girl. She really lost weight, and from what the face became more lovely, red from fresh tan. The boy felt a semblance of love. Maybe about the same as Tom Sawyer to Becky.
  The poor girl is starving. And her legs, so scratched, tender, not accustomed to the rough surface. Something she looked like Gerd, except that more spoiled. And now in the times where life is not raspberry.
  The Great Patriotic War is the most severe period of life for the USSR. And he is a wunderkind stuck in the forest, and can not help the Red Army. Stupid is all ... How stupid!
  The boy sat for a while, waited for Margarita to wake up, and holding out her hand asked:
  - And what do you want?
  The girl answered honestly:
  - There is ... And sleep!
  Oleg Rybachenko decisively shook his fist:
  - Enough! Need to go! Maybe today we are lucky!
  Margarita took a few uncertain steps with bare feet on the grass. I looked at the sneakers, then at the blisters and said:
  - I'll try, I'll take a little bit of this! I have enough will!
  The boy warned:
  - I will look so that you will not inject!
  The girl, with a smile, on a red-faced fresh-tanned face, replied:
  - I'll try to go fast!
  The children went through the woods ... At first Margarita was very hard to walk. But the girl is very proud and rested on pride. Then when the muscles warmed up, the pain in the legs and back subsided, it became easier. But hunger got stronger. True, the blueberry again fell. But the hunger was no longer satisfying. The boy suggested:
  - We must find the river and catch fish!
  Margarita sighed heavily:
  - Good idea!
  But they could not reach the river at all, they just came across streams on the way. The girl soon exhausted, and the boy again had to drag her on his back. Then wash the wounded legs of the girl in cold water ...
  Margarita asked the boy to distract herself:
  - Do you think our Red Army will attack against the Fritz, or not?
  Oleg Rybachenko was indignant:
  - How is it not? That is the credo of the Soviet armed forces to beat the enemy on its territory. We are born, to advance, and it will advance no matter what it takes. - The boy moved his fist against the cheekbone in frustration.
  - Here I am, for example, just a sucker. I can not get you out of the forest.
  Margarita clarified, splashed water leg:
  - And myself too ... We will die of hunger if we crawl!
  The boy sighed heavily and blurted out:
  "Our bones will be found in a few centuries ..."
  After that, they again moved through the woods ... The time went on faster and faster, and now it was dark again ... Oleg was surprised that the wolves were still not heard. But it was clear that it was a calm forest. Only a couple of times in the distance was heard the roar of motors of propeller-driven aircraft. But even calling them was of little use.
  The children fell asleep in a dry place far from the ants. Spending the night is romantic. Although not very practical.
  Oleg dreamed ...
  Events in the world have changed markedly. The decision of the Fuhrer to shift the burden of hostilities to the West, and affected the war in the Pacific.
  The battle of Midway was won by the Japanese. The reason is that Germany defiantly attacked American ships in the Atlantic Ocean with submarines, refusing to land on Novaya Zemlya.
  As a result of this decision, German submarines turned out to be more in the Atlantic, and the damage caused to the Americans was greater. And the pilot, who found the Japanese aircraft carriers, remained to observe the water near the Canary Islands.
  The battle of Midway ended as a result of the crushing defeat of the Americans. And Japan took advantage of the moment to not only establish its hegemony in the Pacific, but also to avenge its humiliation at Khalkhin Gol, opening a front in the Far East against Russia.
  But for a start, the Japanese simply declared mobilization and began to build up troops in Manchuria and northern China. Collecting a considerable army. The Kremlin Royal Palace at the headquarters of the Supreme Commander is discussing recent events on the Soviet-German front. Present a limited circle of persons, caused by the Chairman of the State Committee for Defense. On an oak table with a lush tablecloth in crystal glasses, coffee, tea, selected Georgian wines. A magnificent embroidery of pearls and gold fringes hangs from the table. The snack is rich, exotic fruits, sweets, chocolates, sandwiches thickly spread with fresh, black caviar. On the walls are portraits of Russian commanders made by the best Soviet artists, bright, oily paints. Here, of course, Suvorov, Kutuzov, Alexander Nevsky, Dmitry Donskoy. To the right of the window; Ivan the Terrible, Bagration and Brusilov. The frames in the portraits are gold and decorated with artificial rubies. The political map of the world is laid out with fine painted Ural gems. Each country has its own color and it is beautiful, rich. Of course the USSR is red, and the Third Reich is shown within the thirty-seventh year and brown. So Germany seems so small against the background of Soviet Russia. But the situation is not the most festive, the clouds are clearly thickened and in the distance is already rumbling.
  The Supreme Commander Joseph Stalin is extremely dissatisfied. Smoking out of the boiler of the battleship, with its black pipe carved out of the tusk of a mammoth, with difficulty listening to the end of the report, the Supreme began to shout the commanders:
  - There is no longer the height of insanity ... To be beaten in Kerch with almost three times more soldiers and equipment, and the defeat voluntarily entering the cauldron near Kharkov? Who will answer for this?
  Marshal Shaposhnikov calmly said:
  "Conclusions will be made, we struck a counterblow and rectify the situation if ..."
  Stalin suddenly, as if the fuse had disappeared, calmed down and continued in a very friendly tone:
  "The conclusions have already been made, and so far we will do without tribunals and firing articles." Another thing is important. We lost several armies both near Rzhev, and near Kharkov, and near Leningrad with the Crimea. Our troops have actually lost all initiative, and the morale that has soared since the Moscow counteroffensive is now really undermined. The enemy is about to rush to Moscow, and its onslaught will have to be repelled with all its might. Wait a few more months when new reserves will be formed and the factories evacuated to the Urals will work in full force!
  Shaposhnikov, following the gesture of the leader, understood that while he was allowed to speak, he only coughed. Then deliberately sluggish tone, said:
  - Perhaps we will have another headache, and very serious.
  Stalin, put down the black pipe and carefully looked at the marshal. Usually he treated Shaposhnikov with a little respect for others. Calling always by name patronymic. And this marshal is one of the very few specialists of the tsarist army, who not only survived during mass cleansing, but even managed to rise to great heights and the rank of marshal, which was rare until World War II. So far, even Zhukov himself was not a Marshal of the USSR. But now Stalin was very angry. You really can't blame the last defeats on the sudden insidious blow of the fascists. And Shaposhnikov with his sleek hairstyle, unnaturally black hair for such a respectable age, and with some kind of fishy, lifeless eyes are also very annoying.
  What can an old tsarist school give in a modern war? Old strategists tried to fight Hitler, that they won the First World War and where are they now? Young Rommel destroys the British, despite the obvious lack of strength in Africa, and even earlier the strategy of the commander of the new wave, Meinstein, won in Europe. Against this background, it is clear that the time of the Shaposhnikovs is hopelessly gone. And now the marshal will say the next crap, which will have to swallow. But it is necessary, although Stalin himself had already guessed what was going to be discussed.
  - Speak!
  Marshal, lowering his voice, said:
  - In Japan, a general mobilization has been announced with the recruitment of millions of soldiers into the army. - Pause and timid glance of the Supreme. It hurts the evil that looks, but apparently requires the continuation. - And for this you need after such a loud victory? Should the Japanese seize the Hawaiian Islands and their positions in the Pacific will become impregnable. And to keep the captured they do not need new millions of fighters. It is quite enough to have the naval forces, except that with the help of the resources of the colonies, a couple of aircraft carriers will be driven ... So many millions of infantrymen need ...
  Again there is a pause, probably Shaposhnikov is waiting for Stalin to continue for him. However, the Supreme looks at the portrait of Alexander Suvorov, apparently expecting him to give him a hint. The look of the Russian generalissimo seems ironic, as if he is mocking the Commander-in-Chief. Shapochnikov continued himself:
  - Since in China, Chiang Kai-shek threw all the resources of the war against Mao's Red Army, and the seizure of a densely populated, but resource-poor India does not make practical sense, but does not require such titanic efforts, a conclusion ... Hirohito won"t take revenge for Hanh-Goal.
  Stalin, breaking the silence, with difficulty restraining his rage, replied:
  "And they can succeed, the Far East is now practically open, only minor units, the fleet is disarmed, the best Siberian divisions, including those distinguished in Manchuria and near Moscow on the Soviet-German front." That is, we may have something opposite to the previous result!
  Shapochnikov reluctantly confirmed:
  - Yes, it seems that way it can turn out ... What we didn"t want!
  - And what will Zhukov say? - Stalin frowned.
  Army General Georgy Konstantinovich vividly replied:
  - If you return those divisions that stabbed them last time, then the Japanese will not dare to turn up!
  Stalin took a couple of steps. It felt not at such a decent age a lot of energy. Turning sharply, the leader asked Beria a question:
  - What does intelligence say about the intentions of Japan?
  The People's Commissar of Internal Affairs, nervously rubbing his pence, in a soft voice with a Georgian accent, replied:
  - Definitely it is about bringing the number of troops to at least eight million. If so, four million infantrymen can be thrown into our lands!
  Stalin frowned and said quietly:
  - The population of Japan is about one hundred million, and one million in four hundred, along with the colonies. Germany, in the borders of the thirty-seventh year, has a million and seventy. With Austria, the Sudetenland, annexations in Poland and France, one million so ninety ... Plus two hundred and fifty million in satellite countries and under occupation and fifty more of our lemons .... And do you think this will pull?
  Shaposhnikov again caught the resolving gaze of the leader. He still appreciates his analytical mind. In a gloomy tone, but honestly answered:
  "If we remain on two fronts and without allies, it is hardly possible, but ... On our side are Britain, the United States and the countries under their control. And Japan has not yet opened a second front. These are just assumptions ...
  Zhukov logically noted:
  "Now, when we are ready to rush, it is extremely dangerous for us to weaken the front against them and remove parts from there ..."
  - So, give the Far East and Mongolia to the Japanese! - Stalin shouted, and not much slowing voice added. - We can not ignore the preparation of samurai, our troops in the Far East should be significantly strengthened ...
  Hoarders hoarse tone, added:
  - And in Mongolia, too ... The very configuration of the borders makes it very dangerous to hit our ally. Moreover, except for Primorye, samurai can bypass the deep Amur only through Mongolian lands.
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  - It is logical! Moreover, the very fact of strengthening our army in the Far East is able to repel all the aggressive aspirations of Hirohito and his cliques!
  Zhukov poured and was silent. Sitting army general seemed much larger than standing, and his neck and all bull. There is a lot of physical strength, as well as energy. He was in a difficult position. Indeed, one cannot allow Japan to seize Siberia, where, by the way, it is full of military factories and to create a threat to the Urals. But on the other hand, where to get reserves, if after the spring battles strategic reserves were used up? Shaposhnikov rationally suggested:
  - Well? I think it makes sense to discuss where we should shrink ...
  Vasilevsky, whose role as a strategist grew in proportion to disgrace and health problems in Shaposhnikov, suggested a simple idea:
  - It is necessary to stop all private offensive operations, especially in the north and in the center. All newly formed reserves should be sent to the Far East, while spreading rumors and overestimating their numbers. Even to drive empty, and tanks made of plywood, but of course with the real ones. And on the western front go to total defense. Let the fascists themselves liberally irrigate all the approaches to the capital, and if even for a counter-attack you have to wait for a new winter, then it does not matter! Always have something to wait!
  Stalin asked again:
  - And what will Zhukov say?
  The Army General replied with a sigh:
  - In this case, I agree with Vasilevsky, but ... So we will not attack near Rzhev and Vyazma?
  Vasilevsky confidently, even crunching the fingers of his right hand, declared:
  - And there is no point in this without transferring additional reserves. Only we will incur big losses, the more the enemy has already managed to dig in. As long as the boxers say, we"ll go into a dull defense, and then when the enemy blows ...
  - Oncoming knockout uppercut! - Finished the idea of Marshal Stalin. The leader of all times and peoples, with a very kind smile, so inappropriate to the fierce expression of tiger eyes, ordered a young and beautiful maid.
  - Bring us mango juice (Stalin telling us he meant himself alone, it was guessed by intonation!) ... I think it's time to issue a decision on transfers in the form of orders.
  The secretary began to type the text on the stamp paper. All stood waiting for the order of the Supreme Commander - will move away or hold off ...
  They felt a mixture of fear and reverence before the monster Stalin. When there is both. Many consider, however, Joseph Vissarionovich upstart undeservedly appropriated a colossal power. Yes, even sent, many good and honest people to the next world!
  Kutuzov, Surov and Alexander Nevsky seemed to nod their approval to the leader of the nation. The rest of the portraits abstained from ratings. The leader mechanically clenched his fist, looked at the tread of the veins. Of course, the situation is complicated, but the main battles are ahead. It is interesting at this point the Führer is sleeping, or also trying to make plans. Unfortunately, he has more reasons for joy. But nothing happiness is changeable, and failure is even more inconsistent.
  Indeed, Hitler"s bet in the Wolf Den was indeed a discussion of the company's future plans. In just that the telegram sent from Tokyo, Emperor Hirohito promised, no later than the beginning of August, to open a second front of the East. Japan needed some time to transfer forces from the metropolis, to replace low-skilled workers with foreigners from the colonies, some of which were training new recruits. Although pre-conscription training in the country of the Rising Sun is at a height, as are the fees held among civilians. In any case, there are no special problems with reservists. But tanks and self-propelled guns are noticeably lacking ... But the morale of the army with the Bushido code is exceptionally high.
  The Fuhrer is in a great mood ... In Africa, Rommel took Tolbuk, a fortress that was considered impregnable, in the east a whole series of victories and new hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war, and the USA are defeated and seem to have lost the initiative in the Pacific Ocean forever. Here even air raids in recent days, almost was not. Rumor has it that Churchill is not against a separate peace? But here a contribution from him will be required, it will not seem a little. Here, on a map hanging on a wall, Britain is depicted with a dagger stuck in the very heart. Portraits of Bismarck, Blucher, Barbarossa, Frederick the Great. And the wall itself was painted in color. A large chandelier under the ceiling in the form of a silvered swastika, but with extra curves. And the public of course, a pack of wolves and jackals.
  Among the menagerie Speer and Himmler, as well as Meinstein, von Bock, Mobel, Keitel, Goering. Rommel can not be called, his offensive is in full swing. Kissilring as the best specialist in air strikes is quite appropriate.
  Oleg woke up from such a dream very upset. It turned out that the Germans can now count on the Japanese factor.
  And this, of course, very bad. And the war will not go the most rational way.
  Margarita woke up with a smile on her lips. She dreamed of something much more pleasant. Well, the girl was lucky. She, however, moved slowly. My legs and back ached very much ... Acids accumulated.
  Seeing her condition, Oleg suggested:
  - Maybe I'll go alone? And you will rest!
  The girl shook her head emphatically.
  - No, let's go together! I'm strong!
  And despite the severe pain, Margarita moved on. To keep the mood Oleg sang;
  I walk along the edge with my girl,
  I have a red tie - everything is beautiful around ...
  Chirps silver trill brook
  Let everything be in the world - love is fair!
  
  But the bombs fell, the woods exploded,
  The fascist is coming, all the trees are burning ...
  Where the river murmured - the sand is burning,
  And unfortunate children became a target!
  
  The invaders came and it"s hard for us
  So hard guys, without a crust of bread ...
  From the boat remained - a piece, a paddle,
  And how many vultures - not even the sky!
  
  With a friend of the underground now became
  We go on the road barefoot cold ...
  Threatens the adversary, like a furious beast,
  But people around too believe relatives!
  
  Let deeper pioneer echelon
  And the "Tigers" burned like a torch in a nightmare ...
  Fascism you believe it is doomed to be scrapped,
  With the girl we bravely fight in pairs!
  
  Here we fight the policemen dashing,
  Believe the machine on the shoulder, not heavy ...
  Forever girl I'll be with you
  We will build a world - radiant and new!
  
  It will be great for all people, believe me
  By prayer to Christ, children, we fall down ...
  The temple is replaced by a huge fir tree
  It's good under it, like you're in paradise now!
  
  The deliverance has come and the Russian soldier
  Hit the fascist with a bayonet very hard ...
  We raised with a friend machine,
  And they began to beat the Germans very accurately! Now with the song of a formidable prem to Berlin,
  Freedom will come in Germany too ...
  Swiftly we fly with a parachute,
  Warriors are children of the holy people!
  . CHAPTER number 8.
  Christine shook her head negatively.
  - Do not distract the queen to such a trifle as an attempt to banal theft. Besides, Leninastal is too kind, she will surely order him to release. So it would be better if we punish him on the spot. I think just to unfasten it with a twig on the heels ...
  Magda did not agree here:
  - Not! In this case, it will be difficult for him to walk, and even if we smash it to the blood, it will catch the infection. Better is easier as usual flog naughty children!
  Christine, scratching the back of her head with her bare foot, nodded:
  - Let it be so!
  During the spanking, the boy began to shout, and Magda silenced his mouth so that he could not be heard. But still a crowd of curious people gathered. They suggested how to flog a thief. After he was given a kick in a beaten ass, letting go on all four sides. After that, the girls went to the nearest tavern. But then they ran into a problem, it turned out to be crowded, due to the fact that many of the rebels had already managed to get money and were in a hurry to get it out.
  Magda noticed:
  - Wide throats, characteristic of a narrow outlook!
  Christina added:
  - Who in the first place is filling the abdomen, at the last cleansing of conscience!
  The girls turned and decided to just walk down the street. Then three goblins with cudgels jumped out of the alley and one nosed troll with a hooked sword. Christina, deftly dodging a swing of a dubia, thrust the blade under her breath, a hairy, disgusting stinking creature. She did not even slow down, knocking the warrior down. Magda with a clever stroke, cut down both his club and head:
  - Got that bite!
  Christine pulled out her sword with difficulty, snarled:
  - To clarify! Having lost your head, you will not gain anything except a headache!
  After that, the warrior chopped the creature on the body, almost cutting it in half. And Magda wanted to lay the third goblin, but then with her to scrape the blade troll. It seems he is not too big, about like an average person, except perhaps denser, but fast, like ... devil.
  Magda even uttered a phrase from a sentimental novel:
  - Fast and fast, you will become a minister!
  The troll answered caustically:
  - With honor and sword, you will become a vagabond! And you after all jump barefoot girl, like a bunny and cum in a trap.
  Magda blurted out again:
  - If you fail to get rid of the hare's heart, you will howl for the wolf, from the dog's life!
  Goblin tried to take advantage of the fact that the warrior barely beat troll attacks, and tried to come up from the side. But Christina was on the alert. Quick as a female cheetah, she literally slaughtered a nasty, smelly creature. After which the warrior winked at Magda:
  - Now everything is fair!
  The troll chuckled, saying:
  - Why is the nobility so rarely found in humans, because they do not have meanness - the lifeline in the maelstrom of evolution!
  Magda deftly retorted:
  "Meanness, though, is a lifeline in the struggle for survival, but it is gnawed by worms due to its distrust!"
  The troll in response, attacked even angrier:
  - Eloquence usually flourishes when, when the possibility of physical protection fades!
  Magda, in response, tried to catch the enemy herself on the oncoming traffic, but the production of darkness attacked very diversely. In addition, it even seemed that she was deliberately playing with a girl, even mockingly scratching a warrior on the nose a couple of times. The girl was furious, and then very severely received a shot in the chest, as a result of which blood was poured. Magda tried to jump over the troll, but he slightly cut her tan-skinned skin on her stomach. And in an attempt to kick his groin, he slapped his bare fingers with a sword.
  - If you want to live make love with me! - purred freak. - You still have no chance!
  Magda snapped back:
  - No chance! And now we'll see!
  Gorgeous barefoot blonde warrior loudly sang:
  Said the executioner: the days can not see happy
  You will be persecuted and alien to everyone!
  But the army of freedom-loving fighters,
  Get rid of a countless horde!
  
  The phantom face of death: the eternal companion-wanderer,
  But we also do not need sleep-rest!
  Who in laziness is the exile everywhere
  How hard to get a dream! And what a dream - the ether-love,
  The path to it is sometimes false!
  Paul is hard, then do not slander,
  Sometimes cruel miscalculation careless!
  
  Then the years will subside in an instant young,
  And otshumit battle like a feast!
  Here the wind turns circular whirlwinds,
  Like a downpour passionately, violently poured!
  
  Believe, there will be arable land,
  Golden bread will grow up, they will be devoured!
  Well, from the icons of the saints flickering faces,
  Give it away by grace, for this work!
  
  But like a whirlwind - Seroko from the desert,
  A terrible war has come to Earth!
  They run barefoot legs,
  Although snow has already fallen - winter reigns!
  
  At home the enemies turned into ruins,
  And someone grief - lost children!
  Have fun around the neck of the weights of people
  Burns the dance of heartless executioners!
  
  People do not express grief, so tight
  No shelter, no food, no warm beds!
  Whistling like a cobra, an angry blizzard in the field,
  Where, however, the nobility - to hell a lie!
  
  The bright day will come - the glorious hour of victory,
  Motherland Eagle soars above the rocks!
  Let the feats of the soldiers be sung,
  We have a sharp sword and durable shield!
  On the last syllable of the warrior, the ugly troll collapsed, and the felled head flew off for a good twenty meters. A dazzling burst of flame suddenly came out of it, and only a handful of ashes remained in the place of the ugly head.
  Alas, such a pleasant dream of Magda turned out to be short. Again lifting and physical charge. However, the girls on this occasion and did not think complexes. They even worked with great enthusiasm. Margaret, meanwhile, decided to somewhat diversify physical activity and the girls ... were harnessed to special carts on which tanks stood. The Commander of the SS Company was pleased to say:
  - Here are girls, we will save the scarce fuel, and we will train you. A new kind of load, with an applied value!
  When the girls in bathing suits pull the tanks, and even sweat under the scorching sun, it's a cool spectacle. But the girls have to rest their bare feet on the sand and sharp stones. To moan and not give up ...
  Magda could hardly breath, philosophically remarked:
  "It"s certainly pretty, but ... This is how we now resemble the slaves of ancient Egypt." We are also dragging the heaviest cargo, but at the same time we are not even beaten with a whip!
  Christine agreed:
  - Of course, they do not beat him, but this doesn"t make it any easier! Although no - this is just fitness, combined with weightlifting!
  Magda tried to transfer the conversation to another topic:
  - What do you think, if Alexander the Great had not died at such a young age, would he capture Rome, and then the whole world?
  Christina, after a pause, answered, shaking off her sweat:
  "It's hard to say ... After all, he was planning a campaign against rebellious Arabs ... But he certainly had a chance! Although we need to rejoice that he did not succeed!
  - Why ?! - Surprised Magda, straightening rubbing shoulder strap.
  Charlotte, grinning at the tooth, replied:
  "Because in this case it would be too difficult for Hitler to beat him." And so it will take another two thousand years and the question of who was the best and greatest commander of all times and peoples, followed by a definite answer - the German Fuhrer!
  Magda pushed more onto the strap.
  - Yes, Adolf Hitler has already surpassed Napoleon ... This will become especially obvious: when we take Egypt, that Napoleon failed! And there, up to India itself ... But the main thing, of course, is landing in Britain ...
  Kristina firmly confirmed:
  - What Napoleon did not succeed in: entering London, will be made by the Wehrmacht under the leadership of Adolf Hitler! That's just interesting, we will begin the invasion of Russia, before or after?
  Magda said doubtfully:
  - I think it is better after ... Napoleon, by the way, has ruined the whole army in Russia. But we are not French. Froggers are not very capable fighters!
  The mighty blonde, pulling the strap with them, entered into conversation. Her voice seemed very low, like that of a man, although the figure was feminine and attractive: - Yes, the French are a bit cowardly, but their technique is not at all bad. I saw how Ziz-35, punched armor with impunity, German T-4. It was even a shame for our equipment ... So was the English Matilda. With a grenade, they can break the caterpillars, but pierce the armor ... They took the guns of 88 millimeters, but we have very few of them. It remains only to thrash on the tracks, and immobilize ... In general, the British are also strong in aviation ...
  Magda shivered, and despite the heat she felt a chill:
   - So they can find us in the desert and throw tanks with bombs!
  White-haired woman-hero has comforted:
  - Really get into the tank, can only dive bombers, with experienced aces. So the likelihood that we stumble exactly on them is low. In addition, I believe in our luck.
  There was a pause. In each cart with a tank harnessed for a dozen girl-tigress. They moved in two small columns, such tanned, muscular girls ... How beautiful it was ... And dunes with the color of the sun seemed pink. Marvelous landscape ...
  Magda and Christina were in the hardest work all day, and then they fell asleep like dead and plunged into their own world.
  There was a huge hologram with a stadium, where modern gladiator fights took place. The stadium was huge with many millions of people. The motley sea raged. The battle of the female gladiator Magda and the half-sensible creature from the league of dark worlds, the dust nebula, was ahead.
  Magda came out first. She was a flexible and flexible girl, with a snow-white-pearl hairstyle. The warrior made a triple flip, twisted around the arena. According to custom, she was wearing only a thin bra and panties, especially so that it was impossible to hide the weapon. And so she had to fight half-naked with only one lightsaber.
   However, such weapons are also quite effective. The conditions of the battle are not the most comfortable under the graceful bare feet of the girl glow semi-radioactive stones. She, of course, smiles, trying not to give out pain.
  Magda is overwhelmed with energy, she jumps again and does a fivefold flip.
  - This is me!
  And her restless friend Christina explains to her boyfriend:
  - Before the fight, this girl was carefully scanned, there should not be a single chip or something electronic in it. Check maiden also for the presence of someone else's magic. That is, the gladiator can rely either on his body or on a sharp mind. However, Magda was never a fool and a simple one.
  - And what did I doubt? - Asked looking like a young man Apollo.
  - Not! But a fivefold flip, without electronics, is an indicator of good fitness. Therefore, all in admiration, your gymnasts could do that like that? - Charlotte winked slyly.
  - Three could, no five! Yes, and she jumped very high with a short run! - The young warrior spread his hands wider.
  - Such is the power! The power of the Third Reich and in other worlds.
  In the meantime, bets were made. Bye blind until the enemy. Magda seemed to be well known and loved, regardless of race and species.
  The girl-gladiator fled and first held a six-fold flip, and then a seven-fold. Then she bowed to the public. Her muscles swayed like sea ripples, in general, the girl looked spectacular: a typical Amazon. However, it is easier to hit a star with a stone than to find an ugly girl in the Great Space Empire Germany.
  - There are women in our villages: where love and honor will stop a galloping horse, it will enter a burning hut. - Fire Christine sang.
  The vast majority of unaccountable rates were in favor of Magda. True, most of the public was waiting for her rival to appear.
  And waited. The gigantic gates parted, and a huge carcass began to creep out onto the landing. It was a real dinosaur, like a raptor, only tentacles had more than thirty. And huge, at least eighty tons, thicker armor. Giant animal world.
  Millions sip, screaming, screaming, chattering, flooded with nightingale. Apparently the giant impressed them.
  - Make reasonable bets! - The computer rumbles.
  - On whom! - Chanting public.
  - Friplodorof name is! Cosa Nostra!
  Inogalaktsy all suits betting different levels. Here, in the excitement, they beat a pledge, bringing the matter to the millions. Some of those who bet on the girl Magda in the dark: they renegotiated a bet on an even larger amount! Goat Nostra impressed them!
  Followed ads.
  - Gladiator Magda has fifty-eight fights and zero defeats, Cosa-nostra has one hundred eighty-four fights and no one left alive. Place your bets! The girls from the SS "Tigress" battalion also made a bet, but all but the stern commander Margaret were rooting for Magda. So the rates were one-sided.
  In Margaret's guard, as a special opinion, it is necessary that the boss should not stand out against her subordinates. The girls understood this perfectly, not particularly objected.
  Only Christine's friend frowned:
  - It is better to lose money than to betray such a girl. That money is asleep, with a contemptible paper hardly anyone will be fed ...
  - Well, well, if you are so disinterested! Maybe yourself, I would like to fight? - Margaret sternly narrowed her brows.
  - And do not mind! - Said cheerful tigress Berta. - Can you go to the gladiator hall?
  "We do not have such powerful magic yet." Christine replied with a frown. - Manage to keep your aspirations: enemies will not hesitate to kill everyone, after all, revenge will still come, people cannot be killed like cattle!
  - Reasonably said! - Noted her friend Apollo.
  A signal sounded in the arena, and the battle began: the huge dinosaur Koza-nostra jumped forward. From the impact of such a colossal mass, the semi-radioactive coating of the ring vibrated.
  Christine noticed:
  - He has a specific name. Why Cosa Nostra?
  Blonde with a slight purple hue Bertha has put forward a version:
   "Perhaps this is due to the fact that in one ancient television series, Koza-nostra was an unusually cool mafia, having created its own virtual world of dinosaurs with the goal of capturing the universe!
  - And so what? - I did not understand Christina.
  "And the non-Galacts looked, and they were impressed." - Not quite surely suggested Bertha.
  - Everything is not possible, perhaps in the universe! What we conquer with our strength unchanged! - Cried Kristina. - And the soldiers of the Reich will never retreat, he is like a bright star - catch moments.
  Experienced Magda (she suddenly had a strange memory) was in no hurry to attack. She waited for the monster, jumping aside or slightly when he approached a dangerous distance and tried to crush. The beast was very fast, but because of the large mass it was inert, often overshot.
  Magda, in turn, studied his maneuvers, if the enemy won one hundred eighty-four fights, it means that he also has strengths. True, most of the battles, most likely, fell on the same animals as himself.
  When two such stupid monsters get knocked down and the one who is bigger wins.
  However, it is necessary to look closely, there are many tentacles and they are sharp, curved like a ramrod, possibly poisonous.
  The muscles of the press Magda play, she squirms like a cobra to the sounds of the fakir's pipes. Breasts shake, and Christina's fabulously handsome guy, catches herself thinking that he wants to see her completely, nude, like an ancient Greek goddess.
  The monster missed several times, but the movement did not slow down. It was evident that it is a product of hell ready to pursue the girl with the methodical nature of the machine.
  Magda jumped again, sending a kiss to the crowd. The figure of the warrior, began to shine from the speaking sweat. She was like tattered and polished bronze.
  - Yes, clever girl! - Said with admiration Bertha. - I myself would not mind dancing in the arena.
  - And I would not refuse! - Speaking like that, Charlotte's athletic guy was a little goofy. Of course, he felt some excitement and desire to fight. However, he realized the danger of a collision with a giant.
  Christina aggressively noticed:
  - I fight no worse than her!
   One can see plenty of watching the movements, Magda jumped like a grasshopper. Her lightsaber flickered, chopping off a tentacle. They scattered in different directions, spattered blue and brown blood. A few droplets fell on the girl"s naked, dark legs. The elastic skin shrank, the female gladiator shook off, but burns remained.
  - Wow, you poisonous reptile. - Her long-suffering callous feet walked through the prickles and burning sores, the body of the monster. The girl-tigress managed to step, so she did not proportion the leg.
  Bertha said in genuine admiration:
  - masterly! Like a game of genius on a musical instrument. It would be nice to do more composition.
  Christine's beloved laughed:
  - And that theory should not lag behind the practice.
  The monster twisted, forcing the girl to jump off his back. She turned over several times in the air, jumping out from under the observation, a dozen of the monster's crystalline eyes.
  Berta even jumped with delight:
  - I'm ready! There! - She exclaimed.
  - Cood-where! Where are you from and where! - Christine mocked. Magda attacked the dinosaur again. She decided to act in short swoops and preferably avoid poisoning. The light sword operates on the principle of photon eruptions in a stable half-space, which allows you to literally cut everything with minimal energy. The girl uses it. The truth is that in this case the gladiator sword is charged with minimal energy, which means it cuts not as hard and fast as the combatant would like. Anyway, what a fight, when one partner just beats the other. It is necessary that the negative character also had a chance, otherwise the public simply will not go to such shows. And luck is a changeable thing ...
  This time, Magda was slightly mistaken. The tentacles in the center turned out to be much faster than on the sides of the monster. One of them was pricked in the chest, cutting the bra. Naked breasts shook themselves, Christine's boyfriend examined their ruby nipples, brightly shining in the light of several alien suns.
  The blow came again: Magda cut down a couple of tentacles, but the right side of the chest was cut off, the girl's blood spurted.
  The female gladiator cut another tentacle and jumped off the barrier.
  To top it all, the temperature of the cobblestones began to rise. Apparently this wanted to push the combatants to greater convergence and a speedy outcome.
  Magda could not stop, even for a second, her bare feet were burning, blistering as if on a medieval rack.
  Christine's boy was surprised to see:
  "Why didn't the girl wear sandals?" "They'll burn her lovely legs!"
  Christine explained:
  - Custom such! In general, the gladiator must endure pain, especially if it is a woman. It is a pleasure for the public when those who fight suffer.
  - Cosmic sadism! - Summed up the Apollo.
  It was no easier for the tiger girl. She had to throw herself at the monster again. This time its victim, became the eyes of the generation of dark constellations. The experience suggested to the female gladiator that the brain most often is located closer to the eyes. From what? As it is necessary to process too much information, not weakened by the long transmitting channel. Therefore, the warrior is not familiar with the structure of the creature tried to grope the brain.
  One by one, struck four eyes, but she got a couple of scratches. The monster roared, seemingly feeling pain too. And, unlike a person, she was not going to tolerate her.
  Christine noted this and brought out the aphorism:
  - The louder the roar - the quieter the mind, the higher the tone - the lower the intellect!
  - True remark! - Apollo agreed. - The rooster is not the most outstanding commander!
  Magda retreated, another attack of tentacles of a too fast animal fell into the press tile, breaking it, almost to the ridge. It is evident that even the stomach has suffered. Fortunately, it was empty, no one will overeat before the fight.
  Now the gladiator understood that she could well lose the battle, despite temporary successes. The stones heated up so that even the monster through the bones on the scissors felt their heat. Magda was rescued only by the strong training of her limbs. The girl-tigress is not rarely barefoot danced over the red-hot gland, showing extreme resilience. True, these stones could give even more heat, like a nuclear reactor, due to semi-radioactive radiation.
  So courage did not leave the beauty, despite the fact that the threat of death has become real. And in such a fight you can not surrender. Rather, it is possible, but in this case it is a great shame for life.
  Apollo asked Christina:
  - And what outcome can only be death?
  "As far as I know Magda, she will not make any choice for herself!"
  - Courageously, you will not say anything, but I managed to love her with all my heart and soul! - Having said this, the guy took a deep breath.
  The girl-tigress could not stand and again jumped on the shell, going over the burnt legs. She spent several hard blows, made a couple of jumps. Now she began to do flips, chopped on the fly.
  - Who does not have the ease of a butterfly, will not avoid being crushed with a net! - She said she became a winged phrase from ancient times. So the Rubber fox, the boxer poet also fought. He also risked his life, but to a lesser extent, he had not yet had such a serious and, most importantly, a tough opponent.
  Christine told her, screaming heart-rendingly:
  - Cut his belly. In some of these creatures, the brain is located right next to the stomach.
  Apollo said:
  "Can't you help her somehow?" Like magic?
  Christina is negative
  - And I have not mastered the wave magic! - Written young handsome sighed.
  - I, but I know her perfectly. - He boasted an elf who had unexpectedly entered their company. - People and magic are one!
  Magda jumped a couple more times, then the blade suddenly flew out, it moved too fast, not letting it bounce. The girl barely had time to give a hand. From the terrible blow, the blade and the arm broke, and the gladiator's hand sagged.
  - Here's another hook! - Answered, wiping the sweat from the face of Bert. - What will happen now.
  Christine called out to girl Magda.
  - Dive under it! I think I remembered where these creatures have a nerve center.
  - Tell her! - exclaimed beloved Christina.
  - Impossible! - cut off the fiery redheaded girl.
  Magda was cut even more desperately, a deep scar ran across her face, splitting her cheek. Another time she hooked. The arm was damaged, but the right where the sword still acted.
   The public raged, and most of what was scary, rooting for the monster! Apparently tired of the constant victories of Magda. The girl-tigress, it seems, thoroughly accustomed to the love of the crowd this was unpleasant. For a moment, she lost her tempo, for which she was immediately punished, and the tentacle cut her foot, as if carved out of brown marble.
  Magda's speed dropped, and she rolled off her back, receiving another blow that broke her collarbone. Her face twisted in pain, but the warrior shouted through the flour:
  - I won't break!
  The girl-tigress fell sideways on the hot cobblestones, breaking a pair of ribs, bloody bubbles appeared from behind her mouth. There was a screech, the monster came eighty tons of carcass on a healthy leg, crushing beauty. Smoke poured from the girl, and she convulsed.
  Apollo cried out:
  - She dies! Is it all over?
  Byrd crying snooty:
  - Probably yes! Sweet girl, you're dying, what a pity you!
  Kristina with a coaster noticed:
  "You"re not a lesbian you are Berta?"
  - In no case! "To prove her words, the girl tilted her head to Apollo and kissed him hard on the lips.
  The young man bent her back. When you are kissed like this in a truly passionate way, it"s just a miracle.
  - Look carefully! - Cut off the flight of their passion, Christine, but in her tone was not a drop of jealousy.
  Indeed, the huge mouth of a mutant dinosaur bent over the girl. And at this moment the last desperate effort of the gladiator threw the sword between the sky and the throat. It slipped inside. The gases that had accumulated in the stomach rushed, fire burst out of her mouth, and the blast wave threw the girl away. The cosa nostra has split into several pieces, the burnt meat has flown away.
  . CHAPTER number 9
  Oleg and Margarita, slightly cheered up by the song, walked through the forest. As luck would have it no one came across. As if all the inhabitants had died long ago. And the weather changed, a cloud flew, and it rained.
  The guys spanked through the puddles. Mood in the end gone bad. So much time in the forest, and he has no end in sight. This is how you braid like a blind kitten.
  Margarita finally broke down, her legs gave way and the girl mumbled:
  - I'm desperate! How much can you wander around like that!
  The boy answered taking a deep breath.
  - Probably a very long time. It is a cruel and desolate place.
  Margaret whined:
  - Ill for us ... So set up, and podzalelet ... And you could not set up your time machine!
  The boy sighed heavily and reluctantly replied:
  "I didn"t expect it to explode." But it so happened ...
  The girl spoke with anger:
  - So you die!
  A few hours after that, the guys did not speak. Ate some berries. The feeling of hunger dull the fatigue. Margarita's legs began to become covered with slowly forming calluses. This made it easier to carry the road. But then the soles were very itchy. Berries have already begun to hurt the stomachs. Obviously the stomach demanded bread and something else.
  Yes, and boring without computers and other things. For some time, the children could still watch movies on their cell phones, but now the batteries are gone. Then it became really lonely.
  Despite the summer and the absence of predators, the landscape around seemed sad and dull. And in general, somehow it became dumb.
  Oleg tried to sing again, but the words did not go to the head ... And time passes.
  It's getting dark. We see again have to sleep hungry in the open. And it is creepy. The boy wants something else. But the girl has already disconnected. And you have to lie down yourself, falling asleep. And the Japanese, by a strange coincidence, attacked Peru Harbor a day earlier. The operation took place with a good organization like in an anthill, typical of the Land of the Rising Sun, where really the definition of -screws really suits the people. American troops and the remnants of a battered fleet did not act too successfully. Nimitz replaced Mancourt. This general, instead of a skillful defense, demanded immediate activity, falling under the blows of the enemy. Particularly strongly affected the battleships of Japan. They literally shot down aircraft carriers, and smaller ships.
  Generally, to give a sea battle, with such an advantage of the enemy large ships with heavy guns suicidal. Moreover, Mankurt sent troops in different parts, and Yamamoto kept his strength in his fist, grinding the inexperienced and not well-trained American sailors.
  As if some kind of evil rock pursued America. Such a powerful base, there are still so many forces, especially airplanes, and how all this is clumsily, criminally ineptly used.
  And the Japanese have almost no losses. As if their troops and ships were enchanted, but they themselves had mastered many secrets of defensive magic.
  So here is the battle ...
  Even the muzzle split from flooding rampant waves of ships, and then the landing.
  Yamamoto once read his memoirs about the famous Tsushima battle. Then Rozhdestvensky, large-sized and angry, but a completely mediocre admiral also showed not the best tactics. He gave a fight at a great distance, not striving for rapprochement and a dump where the Russian fleet"s armor-piercing shells could give a significant advantage. But even then the damage, the squadron of Togo were much more palpable. Here is a feeling - the Yankees have forgotten how to shoot ...
  Yamamoto was against the war with the United States. He showed himself to open the northern front in the forty-first. The emperor was generally inclined to make such a decision.
  But here they were let down by the Yankees themselves and the British. In particular, at first the Americans resumed deliveries of weapons to China, and then after the occupation of Indochina, together with Britain, imposed a blockade, including an oil embargo.
  Yamamoto believed that this was done deliberately: the Yankees were going to go to war, but remain clean. In addition, Roosevelt really didn"t want to defeat the USSR. After all, the intensification of American arms supplies to China coincided with the attack of the Wehrmacht on the Red Empire.
  Roosevelt generally sympathized with the Soviets, but now he will have a hard time. After all, the US generals at first missed a strike on Peru Harbor. Well, okay, intelligence has punctures, but the Yankees themselves provoked Japan to attack. How can you put forward an ultimatum, but at the same time stand in front of a tense opponent with arms down? What did they count on? What is Japan going to scare? But this is not the nature and education of the samurai. All the more a vivid example was already the attack of the Third Reich, when the lack of mobilization cost the USSR dearly.
  From the reflection Yamamoto distracted the appearance of the B-17. Because of its robust design, this bomber was called the "Flying Fortress". A machine with a large bomb load, a decent enough speed ...
  There may be trouble.
  But they are attacked by light Japanese fighters. First of all, it is "Zero". More known in the Country of the Rising Sun as "Reisen".
  Yamamoto knows such a machine well. They have a special hope for her.
  "Reisen" was for me all the same that the sword for the samurai. I felt it as my own body, - so wrote one of the Japanese pilots about the most famous Japanese aircraft of the second world war. Starting from Pearl Harbor to the last battles to repel raids on Japan with American B-17, the Mitsubishi A6M Reisei fighter (short for Rasiki Zentoki - Fighter Zero) participated in almost all air battles conducted by the imperial fleet. Its excellent maneuverability and high range have become almost a legend, and until future days the Zero remains and will forever remain a symbol of Japanese aviation. His world fame was won in the first battles in the Pacific, when for six months he did not know a serious rebuff.
  This is how the B-17 smokes, like a fat turkey attacked by a small hawk. But the other began to let the jet out from under the nozzle.
  Yamamoto is very pleased. Here is the crush these pandoras. They say in the United States, scouts so inform, they are already building a bomber more powerful and faster B-29. But Yamamoto is not scared. They also have something newer, for example, Sapsan.
  The Ki-43 Hayabusa (Sapsan) was the most modern fighter aircraft of the Japanese Army Aviation at the beginning of World War II. This aircraft became a very serious opponent for the Allied Air Force and was one of the most massive aircraft of the Army Air Force.
   The main modifications of the machine were the Ki-43-I (three variants) with a 980-hp On-25 engine and a two-bladed propeller, the Ki-43-II (three variants) with a more powerful engine and a three-bladed propeller, and the Ki-43-III with 1230- Ha-115 strong engine Such machines should compensate for the lack of speed characteristics of Japanese fighters with increasing combat and fire power.
  Yamamoto exclaims, his fist in the sky:
  - You have only one Trinity Americans, and we have the warriors of the Great Empire of the Rising Sun, a million gods! So now it is stronger, very visible! "The renowned admiral, unexpectedly contradicting himself, adds." They fight with skill, not with the number of gods who help in the battle!
  The most interesting battle is, of course, the landing of the landing party, which should capture, what remained of the defeat and a brief (so that later you don"t have to recover the captured for a long time!) Processing by the battleships.
  Shock battalion of girls ninja landing immediately.
  Beautiful girls from Japan, slim figure covers a layer of cellophane armor. He does not hide the wonderful charms of their athletic, and at the same time graceful and fragile texture, but he protects no worse than Kevlar.
  And if you take into account how scared American soldiers are and even sexually preoccupied of forced abstinence, the kind of almost naked girls makes them drop weapons without a fight. Indeed, it is very pleasant even to such passionate oriental beauties captured.
  But not everyone can get such happiness: when ninja men go on the offensive, this is not so pleasant. For if it takes a captive, it is only for further savage interrogation with predilection.
  Particularly distinguished among the ninjas in shapeless black robes, white-haired boy in shorts in the color of the flag of Japan. He is so fast, chopping down all the American soldiers caught in the way with the help of two katan swords. Swords are longer than the boy himself: even copiously splashed blood does not adhere to the brilliant blade. This is the secret of the wonderful steel made according to the recipes given by the Japanese gods. It is stronger and harder than diamonds, and rust and dirt will not stick to it.
  And the young ninja Saigo did not seem to feel their weight, and his muscles are so prominent, as probably molten steel flows in a wave along the grooves, as they roll under the skimmed skin. For a boy, this relief seems unnatural and frightening, which heightens panic and deprives the opponent of the will to even shoot from behind cover.
  Saigo demolished three heads with his right-hand sword at once and snarled in English:
  - No mercy, no mercy, no mercy to the enemy! You terrible evil Yankee, I'm in the dust at once I hurt!
  And a kick in the jump, one shin, and the other with the heel, in the turntable, then the same with the other limb and already five whole fighters of the US Army fell silent on the spot.
  The boy at the top of his throat, sang:
  -We are not the wretched little bugs superdizya beats attractive faces! The shell of the Yankees blotter - let's break through with a pin!
   In general, the capture of Peru Harbor, is a true masterpiece of successful strategy, hitting Qatar and Japanese fearless tactics. Here, no forces can resist such a pressure. When the flame of raging fire of samurai valor breaks through the armor of American pragmatism. Or attempts to wage a cowardly war. But against such courage and onslaught ...
  A pair of US aircraft carriers did not even receive serious damage, as they were captured by the sea ninjas and militants from the samurai special forces.
  Although most of the sailors were killed on the spot. Blood spattered across the decks, ninja girls deliberately dipped their legs into this liquid to leave as many beautiful girl tracks as possible on the metal deck.
  Warriors left ornaments, tried to build picturesquely. But it is especially interesting when traces draw inscriptions like: Japan is power, the Emperor is higher than Christ, Samurai is god!
  And so that the blood turned out to be more, the ninjas cut the throats, so that in general there was not a drop of blood in the corpses.
  With this, the girls shook their braids, moved their ears, and blew German songs into the harmonicas. Everything looked extremely beautiful. Well, what is this not a chess battle? Let even one-sided giveaways from the side of the star-striped flag and its fighters.
  Here, for example, black fighters come out, raised their hands up, mumbled in confusion ... And no fighting spirit - a complete bummer! The eyes of the blacks are red, against the background of frightened, black, and cream faces they seem demonic. But these are not the demons that invade the Earth, but like those subjects who have their hells smashed into pieces. Probably, even the inhabitants of Tartar shudder when the cherubs invade their possessions .... So that they do not banzai!
  But one of the US warriors still decided to give battle, ignoring the poor alignment of the catechism. And once played, so play.
  Japanese warrior and her dork with a hatchet, and a brutal physiognomy. One oblique nose is worth something. But when a tigress fights with a mammoth The young, or rejuvenating, panther, tigress, or other predator wins.
  Although she had to tinker a bit. Try and knock down a fighter who, although weighing one and a half of a ceintner, is fast and doesn"t have inertia. Green takes his mother!
  The warrior still managed to move under the knee, and take advantage of the fact that the enemy staggered, cut his tendons on his wrist. And as a result, the cleaver plopped down on the stones. Ninja girl with her fingers made a strong opponent a fig and kicked in the heels in the chin.
  But this did not bring down the enemy, until the sword finally separated the head from the body. It is amazing that the neck is like a log of a medieval fort. Impressive defeat ...
  Already over the admiralty building, a simple content was hoisted up, about a very expressive flag of the Land of the Rising Sun. And the attackers raged more and more.
  At the most interesting place the boy woke up. Cheerfully jumped up, feeling a surge of rage. After that, he slammed his bare foot into the tree. The pain helped him gather strength.
  The boy screamed:
  - I am a Russian knight on the savages' knees! The enemies of Russia, I will sweep from the face of the Earth!
  After that, Oleg Rybachenko started kicking a tree. He had a concept and even practiced karate a little. So do not be afraid of blows.
  Margarita woke up and whistled:
  - Yes, you probably went to the roof! What are you doing!
  The boy replied sternly:
  - You do not see ... I train!
  Margarita giggled and noticed:
  - Well done! You'll be like Bruce Lee!
  The boy, in response, loaded a bare heel on the tree. Punched the bark and exclaimed:
  - But Pasaran!
  Then he laughed, as if he were wildly crazy. But the laughter did not last long, and the boy, laughing, suggested:
  - Then let's go! Nothing to sit on!
  The idea looked seductive and the children headed off. The girl walked with great difficulty, but she tolerated everything. The boy felt obvious boredom and tried to mentally occupy himself.
  For example, why the Russians did not win the Crimean War in 1853-1856?
  This is really interesting and incomprehensible. After all, it was difficult for the allies to fight in the Crimea. One supply is worth it, across the many seas. There is a big fault with Menshikov. It was he who with his mediocre actions substituted the superior Russian forces for defeat. And even the heroic defense of Sevastopol did not help. Although the British, French, Turks and Sardinians are exhausted. In general, this is the first, obviously lost by Russia, war in a quarter of a millennium. Prior to this, Russia after the Time of Troubles did not lose large-scale wars, but only individual battles and companies sometimes ended in failure.
  And here is a defeat. An annoying blow to prestige.
  But if the Russian army, for example, commanded Skobelev? Suppose such a great commander was lucky to be born earlier ... That would have been a completely different story!
  Here, the Russians first smash the British, and then the French in the Crimea. Then defeated and the Turks with Sardinians. In England, the growing anti-war movement. The Turks lose the fortress of Kars, and lose the war in the Caucasus. In France, a huge Maidan flashes against Napoleon the Third, which is difficult to suppress. But France is weakened in her revolution gnaws.
  Nicholas the First is not too eager to achieve conquests, and after a series of victories he concludes a favorable world with Turkey. Russia annexes Western Armenia, Kars, Erzerum, Tanrog and even receives a part of Jerusalem.
  The Ottoman Empire is even more weaker, but it still remains. Russia also gets a part of Romania. In Europe, meanwhile, changes. Strengthening the Austrian Empire. The war with Sardinian kingdom leads to the victory of the Austrians. Napoleon the Third wanted to enter the war, but Nikolay the first threatened that he would render assistance to Austria. As a result, the Austrian Empire expanded, engulfing the entire north of Italy.
  Nicholas I also joined the land in China, and without war, expanding the borders in the East. He refused to support the Yankees in the fight against the Southerners.
  And this led to some changes in history. The troops under the command of General Lee were able to defeat the northerners in the decisive battle and take Washington. As a result, the north soon stopped the war, and recognized the confederation as independent. So the United States remained split.
  Nicholas I lived a relatively long life by royal standards. Under him, Russia's authority grew even stronger, and its borders expanded. But the king died in 1863. Alexander the Second ascended the throne. And serfdom still prevails in the country. In order not to disturb the landowners Alexander serfdom does not cancel. But the number of serfs is slowly but surely decreasing.
  There is an expansion to Central Asia. Russian reach Afghanistan. A new war breaks out with Turkey, which ends with the capture of Constantinople. Previously battered England wants to go to war again, but turns out to be a bat. And Austria gets its piece of land - Bosnia and Herzegovina.
  Russia and Austria in a strategic alliance. The German attempt to crush the Austrians ended in the defeat of Prussia. The southern German lands were ceded to the Habsburg empire. Austria swelled, but became even more backward.
  Alexander II finished in Turkey which disappeared from the map of the world. Egypt was occupied by the British. The Russian Empire also conquered Iran and Iraq. But Britain got India and Pakistan. Soon during the wars and the Middle East became Russian. In France, Napoleon the Third was overthrown, and the war of this country with Austria began. Britain suffered a defeat from the Russians and did not interfere with the expansion of the crown.
  Since there was no abolition of serfdom, the People"s Movement did not happen. Alexander II lived a long life. He did not sell Alaska, conquered a number of lands in the south, and even went to the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea.
  Russia has become with him a huge, perhaps the biggest power in the world.
  The structure of Russia included the land from Egypt to India, more precisely the Indus. Pakistan was partly left for England, but Britain was forced to agree to hold the border on the Indus. Saudi Arabia, Iran, Syria, Afghanistan and other lands became Russian gubernias.
  Alexander II lived to the twentieth century, having prograved thirty-eight years. In 1901, Alexander the Third received power. But if his father earned him a great nickname, then his son got sea laurels. The war with Japan has become a serious test for Russia. In contrast to real history, serfdom still operated in Russia. And it made the situation in the country more stable.
  But the Trans-Siberian Railway has already been built, and it is possible to supply the troops.
  The Russian army, having a numerical superiority and greater experience of battles, quickly defeated the Japanese on land. But at sea, Russia acted so well. In addition, Admiral Makarov was killed, and without him everything went wrong.
  Rozhdestvensky's squadron arrived from the Baltic, but on the way it was attacked, and was heavily tingled by the Japanese.
  The war with Japan, in contrast to the real story, was prolonged, although Russian troops on land occupied the entire Korean Peninsula. Alexander the Third was in a rage. And sent in June 1905, the new ships in the Japanese sea. Only next year, somehow, the Russian fleet gained the advantage and began to win. Japan, despite the help of Britain finally exhausted. Lost Taiwan and the entire Kuril chain. And thus the favorable world of Russia was signed.
  But the war showed that the tsarist army suffered from numerous sores. And that in many ways she needs reform.
  Alexander the Third did not fall into a disaster near Kharkov, and lived longer than in real history, even before 1911. Russia with him included Manchuria, Mongolia, Korea, the Kuril Islands and Taiwan. Alexander himself was nicknamed the Peacemaker. It is not known however, why.
  The war with Japan was pretty hard. But on the other hand, the navy was very much developed.
  The new king was Nicholas II. In general, the monarch without special abilities and soft. But not at all as stupid as it seemed to many.
  Austria at this point is somewhat weakened. And Germany has intensified. In 1916, Germany attacked Austria, and inflicted several defeats on it. Then Russia entered the war. More than eighty divisions were sent to the offensive. The numerically superior Russian army defeated the Prussians. Russia has expanded even more, having held the line on the Oder.
  Austria also increased its territory, cutting back the Germans. Germany turned out to be humiliated and rejected as a minor power. But France rose, which was strengthened by the colonies in Africa.
  The Tsarist regime increasingly wanted India and other lands for itself. England became the main obstacle to the Russian hegemony.
  Tsar Nicholas II offered Austria a strategic alliance. And this offer was accepted.
  The USA remained divided into two parts, and so far they have not played a decisive role in the world.
  But in 1920, finally, the contradictions between Britain and Russia reached a critical point. Especially after the aggressive statements of the new Minister of Defense of the empire Churchill to Russia. There were words that in an autocratic country serfdom has not yet been abolished and slavery exists.
  But here, whose cow moaned, and the English was silent. Be that as it may, diplomatic relations were severed, and Britain declared war on Russia. Austria, in turn, attacked France. Began the exchange of blows.
  At first, the British had no luck. The Russians quickly captured India, where most of the sepoys had gone over to Russia, as well as Burma. Not only the Russian troops reached Singapore, but they could not take this fortress on the move.
  The Austrians got bogged down in fights with France. The battles were bloody, but the front line proved to be inactive. Truncated Germany, after hesitation, joined Austria in June 1921 ... The French gave a little, retreated to Paris. Only the transfer of British troops saved their imminent disaster ...
  But but Russia, taking advantage of the diversion of the best British forces, broke through in Egypt. The war in Africa, however, turned out to be protracted due to the length of communications. Although the Russians mostly won. Passed and 1921. Came next. In May, after a fierce assault, Singapore finally fell. Russian army untied his hands. In Africa, the British, also confidently cramped.
  France could hardly withstand the pressure. And in the US, war broke out again between the north and south. Went a hard exchange of blows. In the fall, Russian troops reached Morocco and drove the French out.
  And in the winter of 1922-1923, the Russian-Austrian troops launched an offensive, occupying Paris and almost all of continental France. So Britain lost its main ally, and the outcome of the war was already predetermined.
  But the struggle continued for a long time.
  Skirmishes of exhaustion took place at sea. In Africa, the Russians and Austrians captured new colonies. In November 1923, South Africa fell, and in December Mozambique. The new year 1924 was marked by the landing of Russian troops in Australia. In the summer, after a massive bombardment, a landing was finally held in Britain. The fighting lasted another two months, and England was crushed ...
  And at last peace came ... Only in the USA did the war between the north and the south continue. The Americans fought until 1929, until, finally, America united, under the control of the north.
  Russia under Nicholas the Second has become even more - several times larger than the size left for the second place on the territory of Austria. The last power, increased its colonies, and included half of France. Russia received the north of France, making it its province. Germany also received a small piece. Britain lost all its colonies.
  Canada ceded half of its territory to Russia, but gained independence. And the tsarist empire made Australia, India, Indochina, and in general everything that was English and French its province.
  The most unfortunate king in the history of Russia, received the nickname of the Most Great, even during his lifetime. That is the irony of fate!
  In 1933, Nicholas II crashed in an airplane, at the age of sixty-five. The throne inherited Alexei the second.
  Since Alexander the Third lived longer, another princess became a princess, and the heir was born healthy. And healthy came to the throne at the age of twenty-nine years.
  At first, the rule was peaceful, except for the war in China. Various groups tried to oust Russia from the territory of the heavenly empire. Russia gradually took control of these lands. And after several years of war, it finally became entrenched in China.
  In 1941, war broke out between Austria and Germany ... The Austrians, despite a numerical superiority, began to suffer defeat after defeat. The Germans came to Vienna.
  But Russia entered the war, and the Russian army took Berlin with the help of heavy tanks. In short, Germany was divided, deleting from the map of Europe. In Europe, sovereign countries still remained - for example, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, but they recognized themselves as vassals of Russia and Austria.
  This situation could persist for a long time. But the US got stronger and offered Austria a military alliance against Russia.
  With the help of intrigue, the Americans succeeded in knocking together an entire anti-Russian coalition. Including Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Spain, Portugal, Canada. Well, apart from them, and also offended Japan. Latin American countries have so far maintained neutrality, but were ready to rush to Russia if the coalition succeeds.
  Thus, the prerequisites for the Second World War were created. Which began on May 9, 1945 ...
  Margarita finally exhausted and fell. Oleg had to charge the girl on his back. She really became bony, but still heavy.
   Oleg Rybachenko felt like a complete idiot. Do not know how, with his knowledge to navigate in the forest! We must become such a cretin! Or rather be!
  How did he get excellent marks at school? Maybe for beautiful eyes?
  The boy looked extremely angry. I wanted to quickly get dark and fall asleep again.
  But the sun, unfortunately, is still quite high. And in order to get a little distracted, Oleg Rybachenko sang;
  The greatness of the Fatherland know in what,
  And the fact that the flag of Russia is very proud!
  We conquered the world with a holy sword
  And dared to flee boldly hordes!
  
  Loved, honored the Lord Christ,
  In psalms they drew inspiration too ...
  Comrade Stalin replaced Father,
  And the radiant Lenin himself became his grandfather!
  
  When the Komsomol came to the front,
  I held the cross of the Lord at the heart ...
  Believe, the Wehrmacht will defeat,
   The Almighty opens the door to happiness!
  
  We will create a paradise,
  Communism will be built in the whole universe ...
  About this boldly boy you dare, To become not kill hero!
  
  I saw the cosmos, new places,
  Gagarin opened the way to the wild eternity!
  Such a beauty has come
  My girlfriend and I dance famously in a pair!
  
  She asked - you after all took Berlin ...
  Of course, it was the case - I answer.
  Then we conquer the universe,
  To make the universe better than heaven!
  
  After all, the brothers are communism,
  The reign is bright from God!
  It contains all the radiant humanism,
  Although we treat our enemies strictly!
  
  Stalin himself bequeathed to us the great
  To keep Christ's immortal covenants ...
  After all, the Almighty is the ideal,
  And evil devils bring to the answer!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  She cherished me, fed me ...
  I cherubs close relatives,
  The people, the Fatherland is giants!
  
  Kneel, worship God,
  Recognize Christ as the Most High with your heart ...
  And the idea to let it rush briskly up
  From knowledge you kid not get away!
  
  Be a brave you are a pioneer boy,
  From the knowledge, too, the lad does not erase ...
  You will become the Octobrists as an example,
  But since the success came do not be conceited!
  
  On Mars, palm trees will soon bloom,
  And on Venus famously we will eat from a hill ...
  May peace rest on Earth
  And in the diary only five marks!
  
  And then God will resurrect science,
  All those who died, collecting souls -
  The Lord is their salvation and shield
  And His sons are not parrots!
  . CHAPTER number 10
  The tigress girl lost both legs and lay unconscious. Robots appeared next to her. An image of the chest appeared on the scanner, two hearts beat with difficulty, but exactly in a healthy female body.
  - Gladiator Magda survived and she is awarded a victory! So, the next presentation will be in three minutes! - Loudly, but without any emotion announced the computer.
  - Betting played! - Shouted someone, obviously unearthly voice.
  What is left of Magda picked up.
  "Apollo" (well, who would have thought) still shed tears:
  - And this girl will remain forever crippled?
  Christina shook her head so vigorously that several wine glasses flew off:
  - Wow! The achievements of our medicine are such that in a few hours it will be as good as new and there will be no damage left. Well, tell my stupid boy, where have you seen us crippled.
  Apollo replied:
  - Nowhere! In our happy world there is no and there can be no cripples! Because the conquered world of the Third Reich gives everyone happiness!
  Tigress girls raised their hands in a cheerful greeting:
  - Sind Heil! Of course, happiness! We want good ... Two white wings over the world! In our souls, the light, the brightest sunrise, cannot be described by Shakespeare!
  Alas, the awakening again ... Magda woke up, feeling the wildest pain in her body ... It is not easy to drive across the desert and pull tanks, even if you are considered a superman. Or truth Aryan - merciless to the enemies of the Reich! Kristina, however, was not less sore, and she even moaned:
  - Such a pain! What a pain - the Third Reich against the Yankees - one hundred zero!
  Magda tried to cheer up herself and her friend:
  - Superman on Nietzsche must be merciless to others, but even more to himself!
  "I"d like to force Friedrich Nietzsche to run on the sand and pull the tank, I"d understand ..." Christina grumbled.
  Magda agreed:
  - Yes, I agree: who has not suffered, he will not understand!
  After breakfast, Margaret delighted the girls:
  - Now a simple run, naturally with a load. The increased activity of the British is predicted, they will return the vultures, so it is better not to risk tanks. After all, no matter how cool you girls were, pull a tank faster than they go on their way, you can't!
  Magda grunted displeased.
  - Of course, you don"t carry it yourself!
  Margaret was furious, or pretended to be furious:
  - Fifty blow with a stick on the heels of this stupid girl!
  The tigress rushed to carry out the order of the lady. Magda dutifully lay down and inserted her bare, graceful legs into the prearranged fixture. It was a falaca! The tigress girl inhaled deeply, trying not to betray mental agony. Margaret herself went up to her victim, touched her hardened heels that had not yet had time to become dusty. She smacked her tongue and said:
  - Count the blows!
  Margaret chose a special club for rubber, but with a steel rod inside. The commander herself is also still a girl by age, but because of a massive, athletic figure, she seems to be older than her years, sniffed the rubber, and a friend struck sharply.
  - Once! - Said suffering tone Magda.
  Margaret struck Magda on the heels even more.
  - Two! - said the girl.
  The commander of the SS company continued execution. He tried to distribute the blows evenly, so that the pain was maximum, but at the same time avoid injury. Magda thought, trying to pay less attention to burning soles. When she ran barefoot in the snow, the pain was no less, but the girl tolerated and did not slow down the step, realizing that her salvation was in speed. Otherwise, you will freeze, you will become a cripple and you will go to the expense. So what is needed is to be the truth Aryan and endure, tempering your courage.
   In general, there is no pain as such! This is an illusion. In fact, the Zionists invented pain, weakness and old age! But in fact, man is destined to be a god, or rather a superman! And should a superman have to cry, even if you are just a sixteen-year-old girl, who has never been kissed by a guy. In no case!
  With a score of fifty (Providence's fame did not get lost!), Margaret stopped and said:
  - Well done! One on this punishment is not over for you. You will run barefoot through the desert without smearing the soles of protective cream. Extra pain will teach you a lesson!
  Magda nodded obediently.
  - Thank you commander.
  In fact, the tigress girl was not particularly pleased, and so it was painful to run, and without a protective cream it hurt even more, but she hoped to withstand it. She has strong soles, elite girls wore shoes only during parades, or in the event that it was necessary to spend too much time in the cold, beyond the limits of the body's endurance. But here it is strange, the girls, with such severe hardening, practically did not get sick ... Or maybe naturally!
  Here in the days of Tsarist Russia, child mortality was high, but those who survived were extremely healthy children and people! Well, now run barefoot on the hot desert sand ... What can she do and stand it!
  Oh, oh, oh how painful it is, but we will not frown, but rather we will smile. If the baby smiles: maybe everything will be fine!
  Magda even sang full sound, a voice poured over the desert:
  Fortune you are an unfaithful girlfriend
  Sister needs and hard work!
  Like a brief fleeting moment of leisure,
  Although hunting always win!
  
  To give birth to a child - to hear him talk,
  Wolf do not know soon destined!
  Enemies drive first - need to thrill
  Let my wine boil in a rage!
  
  For the maiden the sword is the first consolation
  He gives her faith in a quick step!
  And somewhere a hurricane raging hell
  Love to the Fatherland express in verses!
  
  In verses that were not written in muddy water,
  And those that bleed a fighter!
  But there will be time for us to live a wonderful life.
  When the Most High loving Father!
  
  But you should not hope for the Father,
  Since we are already adults almost!
  And if we want a better life at once,
  When injustice is not silent!
  
  Fight for every ear on the lawn,
  For every pearl and leaf!
  Warriors fiercely dare,
  The motto is simple: fight and fight! There is no success without a struggle - the world is such
  What not to break a fruit, if hands - a moss!
  The noose squeezed her throat already,
  The source suddenly inadvertently dried out!
  
  But Motherland gave us super powers
  You are a warrior, a knight is a new man!
  What was nice and warm for us
  In the heart of the virgin will save forever!
  The girl-tigress has finished eating, her friends have been singing along ... She bowed to the wind and rushed on. How sometimes it happens, beautiful, the world, even when it hurts. And that she will reach the end, because the warrior ... And the German warrior is not even a piece of iron, but something harder than steel! And he groan, it means to betray yourself!
  For lunch, the girls were not given rest, and soon the three tigresses fell unconscious. They were picked up with belts and dragged, immediately ten men. Among those harnessed was Magda. As the bare soles of the girls were brutally burning and their calves ached, but she did not even moan. Only the tongue was swollen with thirst, and it was painful to speak. And after half an hour, five female warriors fell at once. After that a pause was announced and the girls were allowed to drink water. And then the voluntary-forced hell continued ...
  The tigress girls did not manage to get to the base, and they were forced to spend the night right in the desert. The warriors stretched hairy ropes around themselves, and then lay down with each other, on the cloak. Plunged into a dream ... Magda again saw something battle;
  So she and the other warriors are riding horses. Ahead of them are beautiful battles, those glorious times when courage and honor were valued, and all were to knights ... Everyone who fought, of course, without such Jesuit techniques when they were bombed from the air by infantry. And then about equal edged weapons and plenty of opportunities to show valor.
  Their graceful race increases and increases the pace. Gradually speeding up, the horses reached the awesomeness of speed. Here is the famous "Seven Mile Step" of the Third Reich! When a horse is not a horse, but what is wonderful and winged. The hair of the riders seemed frozen in the air and stretched with gold, pearl, emerald plumes ... And only sometimes, they nervously trembled in time with the movement, like a thin string guitar.
  Powerful muscular bodies of horses, stretched in long, as if lazy, jumps, and then folded almost twice as huge springs to push off from the ground again. Jumps followed one after another, with rhythmic impulses, synchronously in all animals of the detachment. Magda admired: the movements of the racers were so free, as if nothing bound them. Although of course skaters with prominent musculature, half-naked warriors, seemed part of the horses, how smartly they sat. The beauties beat their bare heels to their sides, and the horses, forgetting that the ecstatic enemies were rushing after them, rushed into this magical half-run, half-flight!
  It seemed to Magda that she was flying in a fighter ... How she wanted at that moment to become a pilot and to shred British planes - carrying the death of Germany.
  The squad was soon involved in the bush passage. The charming horsewomen on the front horses bent down, peering intensely ahead and hiding behind the curved necks of the animals. They were muscular beauties worthy of the most prestigious catwalks, had to be the first to detect the enemy, risking falling under the deadly downpour. Islands tightly woven branches now and then suddenly parted, revealing new passages, similar to the bed of the rivers. The wolves of the cavalry detachment flowed in a flexible wave along them, as if a dark stream gleaming with steel.
  Magda imagined tank column going to Paris. Germany then fought alone, against the three empires with colonial possessions: England, France and Holland, as well as Belgium ... Hypocritical Franco refused to open a second front and even conducted separate negotiations about what he would get if he entered the war against Germany.
  Mussolini started a secret correspondence with Churchill about which German cities would be transferred to Italy in the event of the opening of the second, southern front, and the most cunning Stalin mobilized more and more divisions. The Soviets grouped powerful tank fists (This information suddenly surfaced in Magda"s brain). If the scales were hesitated, and the Nazi troops stalled, then ... You could get several fronts at once and get into a strategically lost position.
   But Hitler turned out to be a genius; he did not just win, but won quickly. I went to the rear and destroyed first one part of the Allied troops, and then the other. And even though the Westerners had more guns, soldiers and tanks, forced them to surrender! And the allies of that core, of that particular fascist spirit (not for nothing, fascism, from the word fasc-bunch!) Did not have. So they lost when the troops entered their rear ...
  The spirit was stronger than matter, and you can attack, having less power! Why was it impossible to win during the First World War? Perhaps due to the fact that the Kaiser regime did not enjoy such great trust among the people as the government of Hitler ... And the old generals were not so skilful, and even had to fight on two fronts Suddenly, Magda felt how, like rays of sunset, unkind premonitions thickened - and if red Russia attacks, and again they will be under a double blow? The truth is now there is no main foot force of France, which means it will be easier. In addition, the Germans are united and gathered, rallied around the bright national-socialist ideas. They have never been so united!
  New and new bush islands rushed past at high speed and disappeared. The shrubs themselves were orange with a greenish speck, with needles rounded like fish hooks. They are all trying to grab the horses by their hooves, and the leaves resemble predatory faces, something like medieval artists painted around devils! Thick fiery-red pigtails of the bogatyr girl Margaret danced in the air in front of Magda. The concentrated girl clutched the control belts with both hands, but she was still pushed out of the front row. Somehow two more warriors stuck on both sides unobtrusively. Unperturbable riders, hardened and at the same time paradoxically mobile, slender, graceful and at the same time powerful. Faces from sunburn seem dark, and the long, flowing hair on the contrary sparkle in the light of three setting suns. Warriors are harsh, emerald eyes, sapphire, amber, turquoise sparkle. Nevertheless, in girls' faces, there is something childish, naive, from which I want to be moved. She is a friend to Magda and her sister, but if the comrades feel weakness or treachery on her part, they will be killed on the spot! And what will Margaret order them to ... they will do it without question!
  Luminaries, came in and in their place the moons surfaced. One after another, such are bright and colorful, of different colors ... How beautiful it is as if flowers are blooming in the sky, and the flowers from the Garden of Eden!
  The whistle of the wind in the ears, the pleasant aroma of healthy girl's bodies, mixed with tart horse sweat and odorous herbs. And somewhere in front of numerous enemies lurking. The blades of the animal, which, under the maiden powerfully and evenly, walked on both sides of the cradle. The sight of the methodically swelling and falling muscles something vaguely reminded Magda. But what the warrior couldn't remember. And the treacherous time seemed to fly away ...
  Somewhere far behind, barely discernible in the rearrangement of clawed paws, there were shouts, unusually sharp cries of ghouls, the clink of metals, the rolling squeals of camel and donkey hybrids. A belated trumpet call. That seems to be Christina, alas, it is necessary to fly in this way, clashed with the ghouls. But so much the worse for them!
  But - hurray! - Almost immediately, Margaret's head horsemen roared in a warning manner. Words can not make out - only sharp, wound up intonation. Following the instructions of the hands, Magda noticed the heads of other ghouls that rose above the bushes to the right in front, in a hundred and fifty trees. They grew up as if from nowhere - at least a hundred dense figures. Riders were also designated - dark points, on the backs of huge animals.
  Margaret's squad changed direction instantly and in one type - as if a flock of fish darted to the side. The horses, it seemed, still gave way, although this was hardly possible. And the ghouls reacted to the enemy in a slow way, which allowed Margaret to go around and overtake them. And at that moment, when it seemed that the danger had passed, new cries of the lookers were heard. The second enemy group appeared this time from the left side - at least eighty huge creatures. A squad of tigresses, hardly counting five dozen female warriors, turned like a skater's skate, avoiding a fight. And again the enemy acted slowly, as if not keeping pace with the escaping fugitives.
  Magda suddenly realized that they were simply being guided, leading them to some prepared place. It would be a gross, fatal mistake to follow this path. The young warrior tried to exclaim:
  - Careful girlfriend! Be predictable - be punished!
  But her desperate cry drowned out ... Yes, and Magda herself felt powerless. Maybe that was what the Führer felt when he was told that the air battle for Britain had been lost! However, the war has just been reading.
  But Margaret understood everything and winked at the girl:
  - The perfect trap when the victim thinks she is a beater! - And cutting down a twig with the sword, added. - Perfect robbery is when a client is my friend in the process of robbery!
  Looking around, Magda noticed with alarm that both groups followed parallel courses in the distance, to the right and to the left. Like the cutting ends of scissors, ready to open an artery.
  - Where did these fanged come from? - In the girl's voice could be heard rage and despair. - Yes, even in such numbers !?
  Having estimated the direction where the enemies were driving them, Magda tried to determine the location of the ambush. But in front of their living "boat" there appeared more and more new shrub islands of different colors, moving like the waves of the sea on the surface of which diesel fuel flowed, colorful, reflecting streams of light already on five moons. And that is what prevented orientation.
  Maneuvering between thickets, horses began to show the first signs of fatigue. Their bodies were copiously covered with wet foam, heavy blankets became dark at the edges, and a pungent smell irritated the riders' nostrils. Magda rubbed her bare, rosy heel on the back, felt the hot slippery of horsehide. The main thing is not to fall speed!
  Feeling an approaching battle, Magda inspected her combat equipment. Several bundles of short and long copies are attached within reach of the riders. Below them are two Arab scimitars, elongated and slightly curved. But protection from arrows ... They are almost naked in a bikini, they can also shoot to the devil's grandmother! Is not it nonsense to go into battle, almost naked, when the enemy simply threatens to put you with arrows. And what her commanders thought. I remembered that somehow Christine dropped: "the most massive, medium French tank, ziz-35, impenetrable in the forehead! And our tanks, unfortunately like a school blotter! ".
  But Margaret seemed to understand the threat, and hurried to reassure:
  "Our skin is smeared with witchcraft potion that will protect much better than armor!"
  Magda answered jokingly:
  - Whoever thinks about protection during a battle, is completely defenseless against panic!
  Margaret still warned:
  - On the eyes, ears, and upper neck, the potion acts less. So beware, maybe get in!
  Magda cheerfully replied:
  - I understand this ... But force majeure, it is in Africa force majeure. What can you do!
  The air pierced a long sound, like the creaking of crumbling cobblestones. Somehow, Magda realized that it was Margaret's scream. The beautiful girls barked in response, after which the warriors at once raised their sabers - some in the right hand and some in the left, also a spear. Magda also shook the scimitar exclaiming:
  "I'm a crushing girl!"
  Suddenly, Magda saw, rushing to intercept him Christina, with a small detachment of beauties: bravo - this is super!
  At the same moment, horizontal lines flashed in two hundred leaps ahead. That infantry detachments of ghouls and ghouls blocked the clearing, along which German warriors rushed. There were no side branches, this passage led straight to death. In the slanting rays of the mixture of sunset, and the lunar dawn of the numerous rows of the enemy, flashed with all the colors of the rainbow, reflecting from steel.
  The new roar of Margaret shook the space, and the squad of girls was divided into two groups, which immediately slid to the sides. They were moving away from each other, clinging to the opposite edges of the glade. Magda exclaimed:
  - Alexander the Great in a bikini!
  Reaching the point with the least breadth of bushes, the warriors jumped through the green islands. Immediately, prolonged ones sounded, as if they were stripping the skin of donkeys, the moans of animals, from which the air itself swayed like window glass. Magda suddenly realized that she could hear moans not only with her ears, but also through her long-suffering girlish feet. It seems that it also hurts them, as the warrior was erect during the barefoot run, on hot, so that you can even bake a chicken egg in the desert sand. Well, as the wise say: a horse is different from a man in that the rider is not determined by voting, and no ability gives a chance to saddle the rider! Or again: the horse has four legs, will run faster than a man, but will also stretch his hooves earlier!
  The bushes were passed in an instant, and the racers again flew out into the open. On their bodies long bleeding scratches became noticeable. Considering the size of these legs, the scratches were of decent depth; as if the Chinese (industrious nation!) dug trenches!
  Horsewoman, around began to hastily began to unwind the weapon, also leather rags, covering their horses. To trim, grainy-sparkling leather, protects the racers.
  Magda unpleasantly discovered that her fingers had become quite awkward. For some reason, they slide off the knots, well, and the abyss with them, it will cover all the same!
  Mad as the flame of a fire along dry branches of a jump entered a critical phase. Nature itself has calmed down, transfixed in alarming scenery. Horizon devoured the light, in the west everything was painted with a palette of blood and icy calm. Ahead in the east, the changeable sky has already become brightened, turning into the color of glowing ocher. But even against this background, the shadows, death, and the gleaming iron rows of ghouls and ghouls seemed to lurk.
  Bastard, terribly ugly creatures, seeing that their ambush flow around the flanks, rushed from their seats. Awkward figures of foot soldiers quickly fled from positions, diving into the passageways in the undergrowth. In their place, wide rows dug at angles of pointed poles - probably weapons against German warriors - were exposed. Riding squad pursuers behind, noticing the maneuver Margaret, added to the course, trying to catch up with the fugitives.
  Each of the two detachments of the enemy cavalry was much larger than the opposing group of female warriors and could count on true success in the encounter. But ghouls are heavy, and hybrids of camels and donkeys are much slower. Instead of shortening, the distance only increased. And what compared the horse, camel with the donkey speed!
  Magda philosophically spoken:
  - You can be unpretentious and hardy, but you should not take the world as a camel and show donkey stubbornness!
  Turning around, the warrior noticed that they were pursued not by two, but by three groups of riders. This meant that they seemed to have no other direction than to move toward an ambush. If you deviate, you will have to fight with a superior number of opponents. Well, the wolves know what they want, not the first time fighting. In vain, the enemy believes that he will lure them into a trap. On the contrary, they will gain time and be able to maneuver. Then Magda remembered how she danced barefoot on a barbed wire. It was painful, but to fall down on the coals burning below is even worse, and more importantly, it is shameful.
  Still not having started the fight Margaret, intercepted the initiative, skillfully replaying the adversary. And when your opponents, ghouls and ghouls, to give them a tactic more than humiliating. And Magda wanted to believe that their tactical moves were unexpected for the enemy. The fact that the heads of the enemies cut off the guillotine. And that Germany is above all, as the bright ideas of the Third Reich!
  - Detachment in full combat readiness! - Margaret's loud voice brought Magda back to reality. - Now cut it.
  The fingers of the girl are still fiddling with mounts. So it will be possible to leave the horse bare. Generally in war as in war. Let the plates close the faithful companion, which will somewhat limit its mobility. Above the tanned leather, the bones of the plate darkened in geometrical rows, they rustled, dryly tinkling in the wind. From their chime girl was getting fun.
  The horsewomen made their final preparations for the fight. The tigress girls spanked their bare feet on the grain of the horses and began to untie the spears. Following their example, Magda happily weighed a long, rough shaft with a sharp metal tip in her hand. The warrior smacked her lips - a good spear!
  Magda already had the experience of horse racing, and she felt quite confident. Like an Amazon in the Macedonian cavalry, not grabbing, every moment, the support belts.
  Untie the belt, the tigress girl even manages to keep her balance with the help of some calf muscles. Now she was ready to hand them over to Cristina (her friend still broke through to her!) And she herself would throw spears no matter how long the battle lasted.
  And Margaret continued to maneuver ... In the head of Magda, the song again sounded, so crazy and playful, but at the same time tragic and sad ...
  In the sea, the lambs are playing waves
  I'm in the arena naked fighting with a sword!
  A glance at the enemy cast a proud
  Trouble dashing and pain - nothing!
  
  After all, I was once born, a powerless slave,
  Stones pulled, shook boulders on their backs!
  To be in tension, in suffering the native element,
  Shoulders caress whip executioners-mischievous whip!
  
  Someone is rich and in the shade with a beer napping,
  I'm under the burning stream waving with a hammer!
  It is a custom, so terribly ancient,
  You need submission to the nobles soak with milk!
  
  But lucky - if you can call it lucky,
  Sold the maiden from the mines and sent into battle!
  And she illuminated me with a fabulous illumination
  Became not just a slave, and a woman cool!
  
  But do not believe me boundless happiness,
  A terrible opponent was caught, and I was wounded!
  They chop me up in a battle of evil to pieces
  God billed me - a penalty has come!
  
  But I do not give up, of the last silenok fight,
  Yes killed people, cursed the gods!
  Of course now I repent bitterly
  And I can not find the right words here!
  Magda screamed and ... Alas, a biting blow with a rubber baton, interrupted sleep on bare girlish heels. She was woken up roughly, although hardened feet hurt after the hot desert sand.
  Margaret yells:
  - Rise! Who sleeps, kill him!
  We ate right on the spot, the benefit was a dry ration, but the water was just enough. And then again run and cargo in the burning sand. In the morning, however, the soles are not burning so much. Magda and Christina on the run shake hands. They are smiling - so cute and friendly, and at the same time predatory.
  So much easier to run. Christina, in solidarity with Magda, also refused to lubricate her feet with ointment. The tigress warrior pronounced:
  - Together we will win, together we will tolerate! We are like two sisters!
  Magda nodded back.
  - What is the pain of the natural state of the body!
  And they run with a solid cargo, forgetting that coziness exists in this world. Christina is considering some of her plans ... In particular, the red-haired beauty wanted to get rich. Of course, this desire is quite natural, but difficult to achieve. After all, as a rule, the generals grab the most. Yes, Kristina is a developed girl and knows life ... We should grab the most, just like that? After all, they are still fighting, or rather they are rushing by one company, and each tigress watches his girlfriend ... Unless of course there is no exaggeration! Eh, would rather fight and fight as it should. And then the girls were already bored from all this regulation, and so there was a step right or left. You even forget what the world is ... And Hitler is also an interesting guy ... Like the monarch, and yet not a monarch. And some special hybrid of power, charisma, cruelty. Hitler is the kind of Caesar who created a semblance of his own Roman empire, but with special national socialist law. And what is the difference ... To escape from the growing pain, the bare girlish heels were thicker and stronger, the tiger girl tried to think;
  . CHAPTER number 11
  The boy finally fell off. Too heavy was the load with the girl. And he fell asleep on the run ... He dreamed of different and confused ... In particular, the war between Tsarist Russia and the Austrian-American coalition.
  On May 9, 1945, Austrian troops crossed the border of the empire. The main blow was delivered in the direction of Kiev. At the same time, the Austrians attacked Constantinople and Greece, which was incorporated into Russia as a province. The blow followed the Russian possessions in France.
  At the same time, America opened the front in Canada, and Japan attacked the Russian fleet in the Pacific. Thus, the situation suddenly and very aggravated. The Second World War began. The Swedes and Norwegians invaded Finland.
  Oleg dreamed that he was in a trench and was digging a trench. Fights go on for three days, and Austrian tanks are coming. And he is an ordinary boy, in some shorts, digs the ground. From the pressure of the bare sole on the shovel to his feet.
  Soon they will be attacked. Here the main forces of the empire ... The main thing is to stand in the very first days. In addition, the Austrian Empire is a multinational and its soldiers do not really want to fight.
  The boy digs a trench and remembers the brave soldier Schweik. What he was an ardent patriot of Austria. The highly caricatured patriotism of the Czechs, has become an immortal creation. Although of course not everyone will understand the meaning of the subtle irony of this work.
  But there is an undoubted fact - the Slavic peoples do not want to die because of the ambitions of the Habsburgs, and the American capital. And this gives Russia a chance to resist the coalition.
  Margarita also works with a shovel. In her dream she became completely black from sunburn and dust, and her hair, on the contrary, burned out in the sun. Poor girl, emaciated and rags. What is she like in war? And where are they so managed to be enclosed.
  Oleg curiously examines the Russian position. Here are seen long-barreled guns of 107 caliber - large, and 85 - smaller. Next, machine guns. Very similar to the Soviet times of the Second World War, but somewhat more elegant with crowns.
  The fighters are also armed in different ways. Some have submachine guns, others have automatic rifles, and some with Mosin's grandfather's gun.
  Visible and tank. Pretty squat, with a long trunk. Something similar to this tank on the IS-3, only a gun of smaller caliber, but with a longer barrel. And so, too, the case of complex shape, and the pike head of the forehead.
  And another self-propelled gun, with a 203-millimeter caliber gun. Heavy machine, weighing tons to ninety. It is seen in tsarist Russia, tank building went through fairly large forms. Although there is no why. One can see a smaller tank with a gun of 85 millimeters, but a great length. And wide tracks terrain.
  For some reason, there are many girls in the detachment. Rather, almost all? Maybe this is some kind of women's battalion? Or is it in a dream so oddly all mixed up?
  The boy asked Margarita:
  - How long have we been here?
  The girl with a sour look answered:
  - Yes, we ... There is something like a penalty box!
  Oleg smiled and remarked:
  - It is not good to be a fine finder ... But we will still win!
  In response to these words I heard the sirens howl. Screamed for a long time.
  In the sky from the very edge of the forest Austrian planes fell. They were large, with lots of guns, and carried bombs. We flew, however, quite low.
  Oleg jumped to a large-caliber machine gun, pushed the girl away and shouted at full throat:
  - Give me a shoot!
  She bounced off a mad boy. And the boy brought a heavy machine gun, feel his parts with his hands. Leaning on bare heels, Oleg pulled the trigger ... Recoil almost knocked over the boy. But he resisted, and moreover, the bullets pierced the belly and mounted bombs of an enemy aircraft. The ammunition detonated, and there was an explosion ... Two bomber rushing from the edge flew off in different directions. And they flamed their wings.
  And the boy was shooting at other Austrian cars. They began to quickly gain altitude.
  Oleg Rybachenko replied with a smile:
  - We shoot very accurately, and we beat strongly, as Povetkin!
  The boy nailed the planes, and tried to do it for sure. A couple of cars exploded again, releasing fountains of shards and flames.
  The young warrior sang at full throat:
  - My country is taller than the sun ... Tsar Alexey your smile curls ...
  No, this time to write a song, did not work. Oleg even felt sad. Such sad thoughts arose. Although he really scorched very accurately. But from a long distance the bullets have already lost their destructive force. And bombs flew from above. They exploded when falling as if burst bags with water. Sheaves of steel and flame swept through the trenches. It was like a blade of a miniature nuclear explosion ... And the air crumbled like window glass into shards.
  The girls polish on the ground, and chorus, waving bare heels, screamed:
  - We are chosen knights, the bomb does not take us!
  Oleg Rybachenko shocked his children, but with developed knuckles with his fist aircraft.
  - And who among you will find! And who among you will find! So we will not joke!
  And all the girls in unison roared:
  - On a part we will tear off!
  The planes fly over the very top of the sky, they are great baked machine-gun bursts, and sting snakes. The boy happily jumps, brushing at a ping-pong ball. He wants to take off himself, and the boy waves his hands. But something does not work. Do not tear knocked down, tanned legs from the ground.
  Oleg Rybachenko in annoyance says:
  - Born the first - the second can not!
  Then the boy turned to Margarita and, smiling, asked:
  - So what now?
  The girl playfully replied:
  - Now there will be tanks, and we will still shoot!
  The boy rationally remarked:
  - You can't get a tank out of a machine gun!
  Margarita giggled and replied wittily:
  "But you are a prodigy ... Make a chemical laser, or a cold hydrogen synthesis weapon, and it will ram the tank!"
  Oleg slapped his bare, tanned knee and said:
  - Was, was not, I will try to do it!
   The boy ran at full speed to the dump metal. What does he try to create a blaster, which is trivially fueled with plain water. And then the hydrogen nuclei merge, turning into helium, and spewing streams of deadly energy.
  Oleg Rybachenko was at the dump. He struck a hardened sole on a pile of metal, and felt a pleasant tingling. Then the boy began to disassemble everything. He worked on inspiration, with great enthusiasm. And the boy did it all. If there are few hands, then you can use the bare toes of a clever, beautifully folded boy.
  Margarita ran up to him, asking with a smile:
  - Well, how do you get a blaster?
  The boy with a grinning smile replies:
  - Of course! Soon there will be something incredible! That's what everyone will talk about!
  Margarita with a bare leg picked up a nail, and drawing it with iron on the eight said:
  - You know, if a fool appears on the square and starts screaming, then everyone will start talking about him!
  Oleg sighed and unexpectedly admitted:
  - I have a fear of remaining unrecognized ... And this is even worse than misunderstood! That's why I invent the most incredible ... I just want to create a laser pumped controlled thermonuclear reaction. That weapon that is capable of cutting the battleships like Garin's hyperboloid ...
  The girl approvingly patted the boy on the tanned shoulder:
  - Good! So be it!
  The boy in response began to work even more vigorously. And then a clunker appeared in his hands, resembling a pistol with large batteries instead of a drum.
  Oleg enthusiastically said:
  "Now just add some water!"
  And flickering a callused, round heels the boy ran to the river. At the same time it would be great to plunge into her affectionate waters, wash the sweaty, wiry body. The kid ran like a foal and inhaled fresh air with all his lungs. From this he wanted to sing and laugh ...
  Oleg woke up from raindrops. He awoke, and Margarita jumped up with him. However, it has already become light.
  The hungry guys got up and moved again, like tanks in the forest. Margarita asked her to ask the boy to somehow get away from hunger:
  - What do you think about the events in the Donbas?
  The boy reluctantly and succinctly replied:
  - Madhouse!
  The girl was not satisfied with the answer and she asked again:
  - And you think, who will win there?
  Oleg answered logically:
  - And do they happen to have won the madhouse?
  Margarita with a sigh noticed:
  "All wars are insane to one degree or another." Germany did not need a war with the USSR in the forty-first, and Russia certainly did not need a war with Germany!
  Oleg agreed nod and remarked:
  - Exactly! Hitler and so picked up lands and colonies more than Napoleon Bonaparte. He also did not need to. Although, for example, Suvorov-Rezun believes that the Führer was afraid of Stalin"s attack.
  The girl with a smile said: - I read on the Internet "Icebreaker" and the controversy about this. There are some facts that are generally recognized: Stalin was preparing an offensive war, significant forces of the Red Army were transferred to the West.
  Oleg rationally remarked:
  - The USSR also prepared an offensive war against NATO after Stalin, but during the forty-five years of confrontation, it never began. I believe that Hitler"s fears about a preemptive strike by Russia are greatly exaggerated.
  Margarita confidently answered:
  - Everyone measures it on their own. Hitler may have believed that in Stalin"s place, he would not have dared to allow the defeat of Britain. And so I decided to hit. Although it"s realistic, probably, if Stalin was planning a war, then in the future, in order to save up more forces and increase the number of new tanks and aircraft.
  Oleg plucked clovers, and chewed in his mouth. The girl followed suit. There was even a wish. Take and swallow at least a horse or even a mammoth. And maybe a giraffe ...
  The boy noticed with a smile:
  - On the one hand, Stalin intensified, on the other hand, the Germans wouldn"t doze either ... It"s like in preparation for competitions. A few extra workouts will not interfere ... But the enemy will catch up. Given that with the correct vision of the war, Hitler could finish off Britain before forty-two, Stalin would sit on a palm tree for too long and wait for the bananas to fall, not from his hand. Maybe the forty first year was the period about which Lenin spoke. It was early yesterday, and tomorrow will be too late!
  The girl, having thought a little, noticed:
  - In June, forty-one, the USSR had one and a half thousand newest KV and T-34 tanks. In a year there could be such tanks of five thousand. The rest of the Soviet cars are much worse in quality and combat characteristics too. And the Germans? It is possible that they would add tanks, but the traditional T-3 and T-4. And their real mechanized power has not grown. So a delay of a year could benefit Stalin more than Hitler.
  The boy objected with some doubt in his voice:
  "This is on condition that Britain would not capitulate by this time." Yes, and agree that even if the landing in the metropolis and was unsuccessful, the Germans could well capture by this time North Africa and the Middle East. Controlling these lands, the Fritz would have had oil, a large amount of free power, and Arab divisions. Then the outcome would be much more doubtful. - The boy paused, plucked a couple of berries, throwing himself in a hungry mouth and continued. - Not to mention the possibility of the Nazis to strike Baku from the territory of Iran and Turkey. By the shortest distance. Postponing the war, Stalin was very risky.
  The girl also picked some berries. Eagerly swallowed them. But miserable little ones only whetted their appetite. Margarita noticed:
  "If the Germans put our allies out of action now, then we may not win the Second World War!"
  Oleg sadly sighed and added:
  - Yes, it will be harder ... Especially if Japan enters the battle! But I believe in the Red Army!
  Margarita weepingly remarked:
  - To believe one thing, and how everything goes, means more!
  The boy did not say anything ... In reality, the child prodigy understood that control over North Africa and the Middle East could give the Fritz a great deal. And the ability to form the SS divisions of the Arabs as well. And this means that a protracted war of exhaustion of the USSR may lose.
  In addition, the chronic shortage of fuel and lubricants among the Germans, as well as bauxite, chromium-plating elements and other metals, will be successfully overcome, and in the face of Africans numerous and docile workers will be obtained.
  So, an alternative war plan - instead of an offensive against the Caucasus, and Stalingrad - to tear Egypt and the Middle East far more rational. Especially to win, the Germans need to use less power and the local population is purely on the side of the Nazis. The Arabs consider the Germans as their allies in the fight against the British.
  But it depends a lot on how the Red Army can use the diversion of the Wehrmacht forces from the eastern front. If Soviet generals act competently, then there are chances. But somehow unsuccessfully the Soviet generals acted during the battles of spring, and the first half of summer forty-two. Although it was by this time a decent combat experience.
  Children went all day, picking berries, and sorrel. And then again the exhausted guys fell asleep on the soft grass. Here is such a romance.
  Oleg had a dream about the sequel of the series. So he finished building his blaster and waits in the trench of the advance of the Austrians. In addition to Margarita, another girl clung to them. Captain Anastasia began to question the boy:
  - How did you manage to invent this?
  Oleg shrugged and answered with a smile:
  - Yes, so - inspiration ... And the thrill of his resourceful mind!
  Anastasia narrowed her eyes, and smiled her mouth full of pearl teeth:
  - And you are a very smart boy ... And also beautiful ... Indeed, Oleg with relief muscles, regular features, white, slightly golden hair and blue eyes looked very photogenic. Now he was wearing only shorts, tanned, with the figure of Apollo when he was a teenager. A young and pretty woman admired the beauty of a strong boy.
  Here she put her hands on his shoulders and offered:
  - Do you want me to make you a massage?
  The boy, sensing the corpses and at the same time the gentle palms of the captain, answered:
  - Yes, it would not be dumb!
  The young woman began to stroke the strong, embossed and beautiful back of the boy. She started it ... Oleg relaxed and, too, was thrilled with delight like a kitten. Massage is really great. Like you absorb the energy of earth and light. And you feel the touch of female fingers ...
  Oleg asked an unexpected question for himself:
  - Do you have a husband?
  The woman did not answer immediately, crushed her back and sighed heavily:
  - Was ...
  The boy tactfully did not clarify, but asked:
  - Do you like me?
  The woman answered honestly:
  - If you were my son, I would be proud of you!
  Oleg laughed at this. At the touch of women's hands, he wanted another. Well, okay ... The boy straightened his weapon and said:
  "When a steel column comes up, you will see the power of my blaster!"
  The woman said ambiguously:
  "I would prefer to test your other weapon ..."
  And a little more crumpling the neck of the boy, lay on his right side with him. There was a serious moment. In the distance, the muffled clank of the tracks was already heard. Austrian tanks were approaching. So, it is still unknown who will manage to survive in the hardest battle.
  And the fact that the battle will be heavy can be seen by the number of tanks. The Germans were walking a wedge, or a pig. Ahead moved the heaviest tanks weighing up to two hundred tons. Super heavy tanks are a special kind of ramming, something that is impossible to just pierce and that covers a smaller, but also impressive.
  Margaret is a know-how girl reminded:
  - Tanks super heavy "Emperor", frontal armor in 350 - millimeters. Cannon caliber 155 mm. Very dangerous, steel crushing machine. And it seems we do not have guns capable of penetrating such a colossus!
  The boy whistled and sparks from his eyes:
  - Yes, a strong trump card! But I have a blaster!
  Captain Anastasia ran her hand over Oleg"s bare foot, and remarked:
  - How nice to have a wunderkind in a team. - Cute, slim woman, felt the heel and noticed. "You have such tough skin, harder boots, you never walked in shoes?"
  The boy answered with a smile:
  - I'm a kind of superman! And I'm not afraid of anything, even the Russian frosts! And we shall meet Austrians with the fire of hyperplasma!
  Margarita whistled, exclaiming:
  - Wonderful! Our boy has become altogether cosmic!
  Oleg put a finger to his lips and said:
  - Do not distract! Now I will shoot!
  The boy aimed at the central tank "Emperor" and opened the firing. A pillar of fire flew out of the trunk, as if flame had erupted from the dragon's mouth. And hit the iron-like tank. The car shook heavily, and literally cut the whole up. Then they detonated, like crackers shells. They burst, spraying streams of steel and metal.
  Oleg Rybachenko whistled and said:
  - You see, it works!
  Margarita happily sang:
  - We falcons fly by eagles, luck believe, will be with us!
  The boy answered irritably:
  - This is not luck, but accurate calculation! And the power of human thought!
  The kid pulled the trigger again. Slightly black brows, on a smooth forehead. And the plasma eruption hit another "Emperor." From the tank flew in different directions parts, and molten metal. Somewhere inside they were swarming, as if worms were people who were fried alive in a hot frying pan. And from the flaming bodies black smoke comes down.
  The boy exclaims:
  - One mistake is an accidental takeoff - and a blow is inevitable!
  And the third tank, weighing two hundred tons, is sent to hell. Anastasia coos admiringly:
  - You're great, you're super!
  The girl supports Anastasia:
  - Boy heavyweight! Not in size, but in the weight of intelligence!
  The boy knocked out the fourth heavy tank and sang:
  - We have different intellects - increase your education!
  Anastasia looked as the ripples of trained muscles passed along the body of the boy. Yes, he is something like Brusley only blondhead! And how aptly shoots. A small terminator and a young genius who made a slaughter cannon.
  Here, as often happens in a dream, jumped to something else, not memorable. It is a pity how often everything is interrupted at the most interesting place. Then a boy and a girl wake up. And again comes a strong feeling of hunger.
  Oleg Rybachenko philosophically remarked:
  "There"s no rest with a bad head!"
  Again, the children roam the woods, cut circles, and can not get out. Eat some berries and sorrel. Oleg, however, tried to make a fire and fry mushrooms. But the boy is in vain, only rubbed sticks. It turned out even a caricature. From the smooth, tanned forehead, the boy was dripping with sweat; when falling on sticks, droplets even hissed, but there was no haze. So the children wandered all day. Then they went to bed, but this time they didn"t see anything significant in their sleep.
  Further rise and again campaign ... Margarita strongly itched soles, they were rough, from long walking barefoot. The girl herself is very thin, but now it has become much easier to go. He became more agile, but his clothes became more and more dirty and torn.
  Got thin and became drier and Oleg. He usually took off his shirt and walked naked to the waist, tanning in the summer sun. Every day the ribs showed through, growing stronger, and looked like a woven basket. And the embossed belly press has fallen. The skin became almost black, and seemed thin.
  The guys moved with a quick step, sometimes they switched to a race, but they still returned to normal. So they could not get out of the trap.
  June is over, and an even hotter July has arrived. Oleg was very annoyed that he let out time because of his stupidity:
  - We could so help the Red Army technically. Especially now, when the Germans are not attacking!
  Margarita mourned replied:
  - And do not say! Such opportunities are missed!
  An attempt to make a compass failed. The guys had no magnet. In general, Oleg was convinced that he does not know much and does not know how. For example, how to make a fire without lighters and matches? I tried, it was to make a hole and rub it with a bow, but again it didn"t work out ... Some kind of gimp appeared.
  Then the boy wove a bird trap, but no one got caught. The guys cheered so that even the caterpillars did not disdain to chew. Yes, the earthworm is quite fat. Well, by nature, the stomachs are healthy and diarrhea has not happened. But at night I had a dream.
  
  
  
  
  The Supreme Headquarters meeting took place in an extremely nervous atmosphere. Stalin metal thunder and lightning. Even by the evening of July 2, the depth of the breakthrough on the Voronezh direction reached 80 kilometers, and General Golikov was completely helpless, although he commanded the Bryansk Front. General Lizyukov"s attempt at a counterblow by the 5th Army also turned out to be not entirely successful, only slightly slowing down the enemy"s breakthrough in Voronezh.
  The situation on the southern flank also escalated. The sixth tank army broke through to Kakhovka. Thus, the threat of the collapse of the entire southern flank of the Soviet-German front arose. Well, on July 9 the last pockets of resistance in Sevastopol went out, which was announced in the Third Reich as the greatest triumph of German weapons.
  Stalin uttered very tough:
  "We had 1750 thousand soldiers here, 2.3 thousand tanks, 16.5 thousand guns, though there are not enough 758 aircraft in the stand and ready for battle. And failed, did not keep the front! This Lizyukov should be given to the tribunal!
  Vasilevsky interceded for the army commander, and began to carry out counter-arguments to the chairman of the State Defense Committee. He calmed down a bit and demanded to report on the situation in Egypt.
  - How are our allies? - the Supreme inquired about it.
  Vasilevsky Chief of Staff said:
  "Alexandria and Cairo have already been taken, Rommel"s troops are approaching the Suez Canal." As far as can be objectively judged, the British, despite the use of significant forces, lost the war in the most ancient power. And then I suppose they are waiting for vyshlenie from the Mediterranean Sea.
  Stalin was curious:
  - Assuming the assault of Gibraltar?
  Vasilevsky said in a low voice:
  - And that would be logical. Even very much expected in this situation.
  Stalin clarified the position:
  - It will depend on Franco. The British paid him large sums in gold so that the Generalissimo would be quiet. - Supreme raised up index finger. "But the more they are beaten, the higher is the chance that Franco will violate neutrality, or at least just let the German troops through, hoping that Britain would not risk at the time of defeat declaring war against him.
  Marshal Shapochnikov skeptically remarked:
  - The Germans moved a lot of forces from France to Africa. So far they have nothing to attack Gibraltar.
  Is that having formed the reserves ... We have evidence that the Fritz have already been calling soldiers for jerks from the twenty-fifth year of birth. And the number of different foreign khivi in parts is rapidly increasing. This says that the fritzes have to scrape reserves. So, it gives us a chance of a decisive break. - Shapochnikov without too much pathos added. - If we resist before winter.
  Stalin frowned:
  - Optimist Shaposhnikov. - The Supreme raised a sheet of paper and was especially stressed. "If Japan does not enter the war, then we may have been able to form reserves for the winter, but ... Our generals, donkeys, blow away battles, and so spend their resources that soon we will not have enough recruits." We have to put in the machines of teenagers and women. Not only the already active army more than half a million representatives of the weaker sex. - Stalin left the table and took a few steps around the room. He has not yet spoken. "Our women serve in combat units, pilots, snipers, well, there are nurses, but ... When it happened." If Japan enters the war, then we do not have enough strength to conduct major offensive actions in the winter. It is necessary, at best, to launch counter-attacks and pinch the enemy. And if the United States withdraws from the war altogether, which is quite realistic, since Roosevelt suffered a heavy stroke after the final seizure of the Hawaiian archipelago and actually ceased to control power, then Britain could leave the game.
  Then think about what we face ... We must be realistic, in the war with the coalition, even if our stupid generals learn to fight, we will simply disappear from exhaustion.
  Beria hurried to cheer the leader:
  - We still have reserves, for example, Central Asia, where young people are fully or partially unemployed. The release of armaments is growing, new divisions are being formed ... We will stand up to Comrade Stalin. As for the war with Japan, this year the danger may pass, and by the next after the winter bashing, the samurai would not dare to turn their heads!
  Stalin again turned to the eternal adviser:
  - And what will Zhukov say?
  Georgy Konstantinovich stated:
  - We must wear out the Germans and smash the ridge. And Japan to restrain active defense and diplomacy. If the latter does not work, then we will try to do a minimum of strength. Perhaps then we have enough reserves.
  Stalin brought eyebrows together and bellowed:
  - And I have already prepared one cruel order. In the near future, until the end of July it will be made public. I will not let you go back and sell the Motherland.
  Zhukov promised:
  - Leave the enemy, whatever it cost us!
  Stalin reported the following:
  - We decided to appoint Rokossovsky as the commander of the Bryansk front. True, he sat in the camp, but this quenching he went only in favor. The second commander asked Vatutin ... Here, of course, we have doubts.
  Zhukov boldly stated:
  - Vatutin is a worthy commander. Although I would prefer to keep it in the center. But since the strikes in the direction of Vyazma and Rzhev have so far been canceled. Then we can put it there.
  Stalin added something else:
  - The enemy may turn from Voronezh to the south. We must be ready for this. In the meantime, the question Lawrence. Can our scientists create effective contruction in the coming months?
  Beria muttered, confused.
  - Of course, we will try ...
  Stalin declared:
  - We will talk about this with experts.
  . CHAPTER number 12
  Magda and Christina were heroes in Egypt. The onset of parts of Rommel took place in the difficult conditions of a scorching summer. Warriors easier, they are in a bikini, and smeared with a protective, fairly effective cream. The hot sand of the country of the pharaohs is settling in their bare feet, but the callused feet no longer pay attention to such a trifle. Here are just the most bullets and shells. And the attack "Desert Fox" chooses, as a rule, in the dark. The British fight in different ways. Colonial troops scatter at the first onslaught, but the fighters from Britain itself, as well as a couple of Australian divisions, are fighting very hard.
  Bending down and along the winding line, the girls run to the attack, rush into the trench, where the big dump begins. The most difficult thing is to run here, when shells are torn around, fountains of melted sand rise up into the air.
   And the fragments almost touch the skim skin, under which the wire of steel muscles rolls. And in the trench itself is easier. Christina strikes the nearest English officer with a foot to the jaw. He clanges his teeth and collapses tightly.
  The blonde terminator happily exclaims:
  - This is a reception in Aryan!
  The fire-fighting partner adds to the knee in the groin, forcing the Arab mercenary to settle down and shouts:
  - This is not for you to play loosely!
  War is cruel. Even angelic Christina rips up the belly of the nearest Englishman with a bayonet. She is disgusted, but nothing to do. Or he you, or you him. In war, there is no concept of meanness, there are only criteria for effectiveness and expediency.
  And blood. It is even surprising that it can drain so much from the elementary bounce of a sapper shovel. When blood is sprinkled on the yellow sand like that, and then it stubbornly does not want to be absorbed.
  Christina, whose hardened soles, is stinging this sticky nasty liquid, shrieks and roars violently:
  - You lion, it does not help.
  The rage of the girl from the SS increases dramatically. It should be a cruel blow to the adversary in the groin. And the Major of the Air Force of Britain flies out like a cork of champagne and trenches. And because of the mouth of an officer, bloody bubbles emerge. Magda approves:
  - Here are the best men and get satisfaction!
  But the fire itself does not lose time. I moved the butt of the assault carbine, made the enemy swallow like wax wax. Only because the victim is black, then the candle has turned dark-haired. Now Christina encourages her friend:
  - Here's how to keep it up!
  Magda, elementary having thrown a couple of bullets from a pistol of the improved Mauser type, confirms:
  - There is keep it up!
  And the other girls-tigress fighting heroically and most importantly very skillfully. What is surprising is the battalion of tigrits bears minimal losses, although it fights in the heat of the war. Maybe the gods, and the most important goddess - Pallas or Fortune is supportive of young virgins?
  Maybe that's why their company was sent to fight in the thick of it. In the area of the expected breakthrough of large forces of the British from the blocked Alexandria. And what is the logic.
  So now the girls are lying in wait, talking.
  Magda asked Christina:
  -You would have dreamed from this hell of the desert would go, to Russia!
  Christine shook her head.
  - Honestly, no. Although in terms of climate there is better than here!
  Fire Magda wildly nodded:
  - Are you afraid of Russian soldiers, or the Russian winter?
  Christine shook her head negatively.
  - Well no! It would even be interesting, how much would stand on their frost, barefoot and in a bathing suit. But the point is not that?
  Magda, with exaggerated contempt, grimaced.
  - And in what? Afraid to die?
  Christine and here waved:
  - Well no! I am not a coward, in which I think everyone has already been convinced more than once, but you see, the Russians are such a people ... who usually fight to the end and overcome the most persistent!
  Burning Magda, shaking off the sweat from her head, the spray scattered and, falling on the hot sand, hissed disgustingly, replied:
  "But they capitulated to the First World War." Signed a shameful world with us, so after that, you will claim that they are invincible and fight to the end!
  Christine with a sigh replied:
  - So after all, we capitulated in the First World War. Then to take revenge!
  The fire devil snapped back:
  - It was a betrayal of our government!
  "So is their betrayal on the part of revolutionaries and Bolsheviks!" - Kristina blurted out. - As if you do not know who Lenin is!
  Magda twisted fingers with a broken nail at the temple:
  - Unfortunately I know!
  At this girlfriend finished the conversation, his throat is dry, it hurts to talk, and in front of him the sword of Damocles is already ahead.
  When the sun passed for zenith, and then it began to die, and the shadows lengthened, it turned out that the girls started to work for good reason.
  Already when hell itself was over, there was a rumble of motors and some movement from Alexandria.
  Margaret commanded:
  - Girls get ready! "Then her voice became much more watchful." - Tigress in a gun!
  Finally, silhouettes of tanks appeared on the line of the fort. They move slowly, but somehow ominously. The girls have prepared their anti-tank guns. Such are the grenade launchers, the light bezotkatki. Their explosive power, however, is not suitable for every tank.
  Margaret is dark, fleshy, although heat-free, commands, or rather warns:
  - Fire without an order not to open. Ahead are Kromveli and Matilda. The frontal armor of the Cromwell tanker is seventy centimeters, and the Matilda is eighty. Our podstvolniki will not take them. So that you will shoot, only on the tracks.
  Girls chorused barked:
  - So sure Comrade Commander!
  Christine playfully drawing, noticed:
  "But Cromwell"s iron is so ridiculous!" Already seen so many times, but I can not get used to this joke.
  Indeed, this is one of the most massive British tanks, looked like a banal iron with its chamfered frontal part. Nevertheless, to break through a similar tank was very difficult. Here you need a caliber of at least 75, which is a rarity for the German army. A gun of 88 millimeters is even better suited, but Rommel has few of them, and it is very difficult to transport such a little thing, especially in the desert.
  And here is Matilda. The best pre-war creation of British tank building. Eighty millimeters of frontal armor, with a weight of only 27 tons. That is, the frontal armor of a medium tank is thicker than that of heavy Soviet KVs, and also skewed as the bow of a ship. Gerda thought that Matilda was apparently being prepared for the war against the USSR. The Russians had already appeared before the Second World War, guns of 76 millimeters, which means they can sew something that is weaker. The Matilda itself, however, is not very well armed, 47 caliber, but three machine guns.
  The girls, however, are cold-blooded. There are only a little more than thirty tanks, and behind them are tankettes and infantry. Part of infantrymen on motorcycles with wheelchairs. Tankettes, a little more than fifty, but the motorized infantry rushing decently. Christine, genuinely surprised, asked Magda:
  - Where did they get so many vehicles in the blockade?
  The blonde female demon, smiling, as the harpy replied:
  - Yes, they never had any tins. They want to test us for strength. How to say if our guys are not trembling!
  Christine retorted:
  - Not guys, but girls! Yes, and these are the coolest ...
  And behind the tankettes and motorcycles marched the infantry. The English soldiers ran, slightly stooping, and in their hands they held rifles and submachine guns. A clang of caterpillars was heard, and the gnashing of sand.
  Magda looked around briskly (it seems to be okay, on the edges of the position taken by the girls, the German guys are also waiting in ambush!). So far, from the side of the Wehrmacht, not a single shot. Everything is quiet and peaceful. Magda whispered softly:
  - We are like Indians in an ambush, but at the same time we risk losing our scalps!
  Christina, in response, snorted with particular contempt, blowing a fiery strand of hair from her forehead:
  - With this mood you should not go to a fight at all!
  But the British nerves were worse, or maybe they wanted to impress the enemy, and therefore the tanks at once wrapped in smoke, rumbled shots. In the wake of them, machine guns were hammered, and also volley infantrymen were fired from guns. The Germans remained silent, waiting for the enemy to approach.
  And when only a hundred meters were left to the enemies - Margaret laconically commanded:
  - The fire!
  The girls-tigresses have already automatically managed to coordinate their victims and fired from the goggles on the tracks. The benefit of the English tanks, they are perfectly visible. Magda fired and exclaimed happily, the right-wing caterpillar of the armored "Matilda" was broken. The girl screwed:
  - "Matilda" got mate!
  Christine, also managed to knock out Cromwell, the girl snapped back happily:
  - The bourgeois revolution in Germany will not pass!
  Then both girls laughed. Other tigresses beat out of the podstvolniki quite aptly, as a result of which all thirty-four British tanks stopped. Their commander Margaret exclaimed:
  - The British are all shaking, their insignificance is over the edge! If German women fight, it"s better not to fight!
  Indeed, women are such a breed that they have a special gift in shooting. And strikingly aptly. So the British strike power was paralyzed.
  True, Britain is not a weak country, and stopped cars began to burn in response. Just what is their lack of ... Dula down badly fall, so .... Margaret commands:
  "Those girls who have not emptied their podstvolniki, let them choose victims among the tankettes."
  Christina Ryzuha giggled:
  - And tankettes, ah tankettes - let's make candy from them!
  Magda adds:
  - Although we are on a diet, but you place in the toilet!
  Christina added:
  - The hen pecks at the grain, but gains weight faster than swallowing pieces of boar!
  What is a wedge? This is a car that looks like a small tank, sometimes tracked, sometimes kolelennaya. True weighs only two or three tons, or four and a half tons. Heavier modifications also have a gun. Such a small ... millimeter 20 caliber, but very dangerous for infantry. By the way, the wedge can be pierced in the forehead, especially if you get into the body, where the armor is probably not from a ricochet. Some girls in particular have an extra set for grenade launchers. They quickly recharge gently, as if stroking a child's trunks. Then open fire to kill.
  Christine even sang: - We repeat simple movements - a good shot to kill!
  Tanquettes respond to hits in different ways. In Magda, for example, the steel victim exploded, while in Christina, having twisted, began to settle. The girls even squeal with delight, as if they are caressing beautiful guys. And the answer spits out death.
  Magda even licked the grenade laurel tongue, felt a metallic taste. Almost all tanketki lined. British motorcycles began to slow down. Even from a distance, it was clear how the faces of the Australians twisted. The attack of the terrible Britain was obviously choking ...
   Kristina, putting the grenade launcher, took the submachine gun in her hands and, clicking on the dog, said:
  - I am a gentle hairdresser, because there is nothing more tender than death!
  Magda provyla:
  - Here are such kosmachs as the British and it is not a sin to cut hair!
  Shooting from the British has become chaotic, and then the German large-caliber machine guns also beat and hit the cannon with fragmentation shells. At first they beat small-caliber guns, however, they also produced considerable devastation, and then earned an average caliber of 75 millimeters. When beats such a caliber, and the shells fall into pieces ...
  Christine rubbed her palms with satisfaction.
  - That is their mess-Malasha!
  One Englishman was a Negro, and even so huge: seven and a half feet, no less. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and roared like a wounded boar. Since the large motorcycle, on which the black man was riding, was shot down, he jumped off of him and ran to the position. Magda grinned ominously.
  - Yes, it was a good guy.
  The shot of the barefoot blonde was ardently exact, right into the groin of the armored Othello. The African cried out: having experienced a compressed "orgasm." Magda let the joke go:
  We are girls - nice guys
  Valor is confirmed with a steel sword!
  Bullet in the forehead scum with a machine,
  Something black bald tear off!
  Christina even almost choked with surprise:
  - So you still know how to swear! Well, you and girlfriend!
  Magda winked back.
  - Why? I am very diverse!
  Part of the British lay down and shot back. The fight grew, so one of the bullets flew so close to Christina's head that she even cut off a shred of hair. It seemed that a piece of bright flame fell. The fire devil mechanically crossed herself:
  - These barbers have their hands for horseradish!
  Magda, continuing to conduct aim firing, replied:
  "Ku Kuken Kwakin!"
  Christine, despite all the employment of a fight, still could not resist the question:
  - What did you say?
  Magda winked slyly.
  - Do you understand Latin! An expression denoting total kaput!
  Christine, in response, cut off a long line of five more at the wrong time jumped up the British, said:
  - Excess mind - is equivalent to his lack!
  Magda and then found, than argue:
  - No, you're not right! Clearing the mind is easy and hard to add.
  Christine, putting another Arab, then decided to agree:
  - But what to say! Generally impossible! Charka wine - will not add the mind! The second and third - crazy!
  But, despite the loss of morale, the British were still dangerous. Here is one of the tigress, black-haired cutie in a bikini, a pair of bullets landed in the head, forcing a short scream to calm down forever. Sorry so short was the life of a girl, like a one-day butterfly. Several tigresses were injured. Christine put it:
  - There are a lot of different assov, only a lot of pid ....
  Magda interrupted:
  - Foul language during the battle is a bad omen ... Although mate in the party will be a class!
  Having uttered this girl, she just put a bullet in the eye of the enemy. She even became somehow a chore, so you kill, you kill ... The end of this is not visible. Christina also did not lag behind and even began to count the dead. Generally, if you think murder adds a man of strength? Just killing, of course, adds and strengthens karma. You kind of feed off the energy of inferior individuals. And you become a thousand times stronger. As they say - warriors warriors. Or rather warrior warriors. Here is an Australian guy - almost a boy lost half of his skull. Christine noticed:
  "Better to kill once than to curse a thousand times!"
  Magda agreed:
  - Of course! It is possible to click on everyone like this! Where is your head pressure, ferocious spittle in the brains of stargazing.
  Christina is furious cheetah, added:
  - you English rebound, well, in hell booze! Just rain on the roof of your general! Magda also began counting the destroyed individuals. Indeed, that she beauty ceremony. But here's another question, whether to put candles for the rest of her or not? After all, even though bad people are enemies, but still people. How, for example, did the Spartans in such cases. Probably noble.
  Magda, in a loud whisper of the prompting goddess, said:
  - You know Christina, let's go down to the nearest temple after the battle and pray for those killed by us, so that their souls from purgatory would rush straight to heaven.
  The red-haired warrior grimaced:
  - Or maybe the mosque also we go? Well, you and sentimental Shell. Just like your namesake from Andersen's fairy tale, or rather Charles Perot. "Magda drove the line, forcing three more to blast in blood." - But our world is not an arena for cheap sentiment.
  The warrior blonde shrugged her strong shoulders:
  - How to say? I would not like that in the event of my death, the body was trampled into manure, and even urinated from above. You do good, and it returns to you ...
  - Returning a bullet! - Snapped already received a couple of tangential scratches Christina.
  Magda, putting two more, noticed:
  - And you do not yawn, then you and the bullet will not find!
  Christine twisted her stained face:
  - The bullet is a fool and a bayonet is not a professor, and the shell is not an assistant professor! But you won't protect yourself from the automatic switch from the automatic burner!
  Magda noticed here:
  - One famous poet wrote - in order to equate a feather with a bayonet!
  Here the blonde was slightly scratched by a bullet in her ear. However, Magda did not even flinch. And what if the bullet whistles, it means that she flew past.
  Christine approved this way:
  - This behavior is worthy of genuine Aryan!
  Magda retorted:
  - The generosity of compliments, masks the paucity of mind, and the thirst for profit!
  Christine is out of place and not the ladder, gigged:
  - Bring you to the grave of a similar philosophy!
  The right friend of Magda was also wounded by a pale friend. Although the girl is still unfamiliar newcomer instead of a companion who has gone, still it is a pity for her. But she does not moan, on the contrary squeezed a smile. Then she began to pull the bullet with her tongue. Magda crawled over to her:
  - Let me help you ...
  She snapped back:
  - Leave me alone! Better make fire and destroy the lousy cubs. This is great with you.
  Magda did not let the studs in response, or throw sand, although the temptation was present. Having supported an elbow and having received an emphasis, having accurately put three of them in a short burst (she already had a submachine gun, she became so hot that the barrel began to blush, it is even surprising that he had not yet stuck!), Roared:
  "Excellent, never in a war!" Necessarily, something yes unfinished!
  A friend (her name was Whalen) said:
  - That would be to your language, and even fasten the trigger of a machine gun! It would be all smash.
  Magda laughed, very loudly. Then one of the English shouted:
  - You are all boshi whores!
  Christine responded with a force throwing a fragmentation grenade:
  - I hear from Alfonso!
  Threatening Caesar Magda, threatening to set fire to Alexandria, snapped back and threw a grenade too. Shouted:
  - For such gifts we are always generous!
  Whalen pulled a bullet from her shoulder and spat it out:
  "You taste better than touch!"
  In the rear of the British reinforcements appeared, a dozen more tanks. Yes, "Matilda", and the rest purchased in the US "Maccabee". The last tanks were without a tower, but with three guns each. Christina whistled thinly.
  - Yeah! These are dinosaur cars!
  Magda frowned nervously.
  - You know a dinosaur, it can trample a mammal if it brakes brains. All the mass ...
  Christina briskly interrupted:
  - And here you are wrong. A person thinks ten times faster than he moves. That is, first of all, it"s not the brains that let us down, but the body!
  Magda shot her eyes:
  - Yes, the body ... The soul is usually strong and weightless.
  Christine giggled nervously.
  - The soul has sinned, and the body is responsible!
  The Maccabees were very slow, so the Matilda were in no hurry. However, the girls were not nervous, they still had some surprises, in particular a couple of dozen anti-tank charges. But in this case, they failed to show themselves. There was a crash and three shells rushed towards the British tanks. Here one "Maccabeus" was immediately shot down; a hole was formed in its very broad case. The car burst into flames, and the scorched figures with wild yelps climbed out of the tower. The British, however, did not lose their heads and even made an unsuccessful attempt to open fire on the move. However, from where the carefully camouflaged Rommel guns were firing, it was difficult to determine. Another salvo followed, and the Matilde tower was twisted. Magda, having fun shooting eyes, grinned:
  - Why? Zenit, then rapid-fire!
  Christine purred in annoyance:
  "There"s nothing left for us to do."
  Following the Maccabees, new wedges appeared, as well as several Cromwell. And, judging by the peeling paint, these machines were dug out of the sand. Also a rod, they want to take the crap. Red-haired Christina caught a spider with her fingers, barefoot leg, and crushed it unceremoniously:
  - That's the same is waiting for all the British!
  Magda warmly approved:
  - Bravo! Keep it up!
  88-millimeter anti-aircraft guns continued to conduct aimed fire. Their rate of fire was high, but their accuracy did not pass. The enemy snarled quite erratically and could not cause significant damage. Well, and the tigress to fight with the infantry, which arrived more and more.
  Christina, trying to relieve the nasty scratch itch, remarked:
  - The British are so uneconomical in the use of human resources. It's amazing that they managed to capture half the world!
  Magda was therefore quite flattering to the Germans about the following:
  - They are whalers, we throw the corpses! There is no arguing against it, wow, very corpses stink!
  Fire Christina giggled thinly:
  - Yes, gas attack, the thing is serious.
  The British tanks crawled like turtles, and from the Maccabees only piles of metal were left. But the more agile "Matilde" was able to slip through, but her tigress immediately interrupted the caterpillar, as always aptly hit from a grenade launcher.
  Magda licked her lips:
  - This is our way! According to the SS!
  "Kromveli", or rather their crews were terribly nervous, pulled at the controls and mistakenly crushed their own soldiers. Even the caterpillars, from sand and blood, became dirty and red-brown. In this case, the tanks were twisted in place, and the towers tried to rotate clumsily. Magda stabbed teeth and sang:
  - Forget-me-nots grow somewhere. Mom bakes cakes! Reich in the mouth is not teeth, but from the shells fangs!
  The "Kromveli" continued to fool very foolishly, and crushed their own soldiers at an even more heightened pace. Even the German anti-aircraft guns were silent, so as not to interfere with the tanks, to carry out an "honorable" mission. Christine growled fiercely:
  - So we will disperse now! Maybe we will be saved from the storm!
  . CHAPTER number 13
  On waking, Oleg first of all wanted to tell Margarita. The boy shook off the sticky web from his face, said with dismay:
  - Do you know what dream I had?
  The girl turned round her eyes and whispered:
  - And I also saw this?
  Oleg Rybachenko was curious:
  - And what exactly?
  Margarita sang in a melodious voice:
  - As the first thaw, in a dream I see Stalin, and my relatives Russia are littered with corpses!
  The boy burst out laughing, and plucked a bunch of grass. Fun noticed:
  - A good song from what comes from the heart, but unfortunately not yours!
  Margarita grimaced and replied:
  - I do not pretend that this is my song. Better tell me what you saw?
  Oleg Rybachenko sighed heavily and replied:
  - Again, all the same Stalin!
  The girl enthusiastically sang:
  In a difficult hour we were inspired,
  Making the will stronger than steel ...
  From the plague freed the world -
  Dear Comrade Stalin!
  
  In many images of measure,
  In the infinite universe ...
  You opened the right path to us
  Pointing him forever!
  And she began to grin. Her face was emaciated, but it became even more charming. The chin seemed sharper and more courageous. The girl spoke decisively:
  - We need to somehow get out of the forest! It is still summer, you can somehow hold on, but if the cold comes?
  Oleg Rybachenko noted with vexation:
  - I almost dislocated my brains to figure out how to get out of this situation. But nothing but a headache did not think out!
  Margarita giggled and swept up:
  - It seems weak your brains ... And you also call yourself a prodigy! The boy slyly decided to change the subject:
  - And if the Germans took Cairo and Alexandria, then the case is from the British, very galimye. This means that the Black Continent can bend under a swastika! And then what resources will the Nazis?
  The girl rounded emerald eyes and replied:
  - Colossal! And here we are like two idiots stuck in the woods!
  Oleg Rybachenko moved his head with a fist in annoyance:
  - Think stupid noggin!
  Margarita mockingly sang:
  - Stone head, stone head! Who will tell me, who will show where she is, where she is!
  The children stood up resolutely and moved along the path, which they had already managed to stamp with their bare feet. They jumped off of it and moved along the cones and twigs. The air was filled to the brim with honey, and floral aromas. The forest breathed, and blew wonderful air. Everything was so drunk that I wanted to have fun singing.
  And Oleg sang at full throat, the boy was inspired;
  Being a pioneer is good
  Although it"s not easy to believe in war ...
  Here a machine gun scribbles like a chisel,
  And you are not at all planted growth!
  
  We will go into battle under the sign of October,
  To the glory of the world, new generations ...
  And if death does not come for nothing,
  The covenant gave us forever wise Lenin!
  
  The fascist is strong and cruel in fury,
  It tortures us and tortures in sorrow ...
  At thirteen, my temple had become gray,
  We were in hell, not in paradise!
  
  Lead you boy to be shot,
  Barefoot driven guy through the snowdrifts ...
  But the pioneer keeps his back straight,
  He will be pure, courageous before God!
  
  Holy Maiden You forgive me
  Kohl spoke about God, I hurt ...
  Believe, Jesus will be able to save us,
  And if you lie, then it will be very shameful!
  
  I was whipped by a policeman with a rope,
  And heels roasted monster without mercy!
  But I know it will be bright May pure
  Berlin will host Soviet parades!
  
  Lord decided - forgive you kid
  At the moment of the last - partisan bullets,
  Fascists showed vile shame,
  Slept little boy - Russian Ivan!
  
  Well that healed wounds without a trace
  And again the pioneer with the Nazi fought ...
  After all, terrible trouble has passed,
  You are a boy again, born again!
  
  Freed their homeland,
  And the floor of Europe has become in the color of poppy!
  I love Jesus with Stalin,
  And Hitler is now a dead macaque!
  
  And after construction - a pioneer grew up
  He became a Communist, with the Order of "Victory" ...
  Chief wise - the rest is an example,
  Sons and grandfathers can be proud!
  
  The country of councils flourished,
  She can be forever sincerely proud!
  Heroes of the fallen remember the names,
  In print of bronze affected faces!
  
  When the Most High Jesus comes,
  He will raise everyone, make you happy ...
  That without an account will be the life of a year
  And we will sing beautiful motifs!
  The song gave the children vivacity, and they also found some nuts, and ran into a wild plum. They ate and got a little livelier. They even smiled and laughed.
  But it was impossible to get out of the forest anyway. Oleg even noticed with indignation:
  - It"s like a fairy tale!
  Margarita weepingly remarked:
  - This is some kind of scary fairy tale! The boy agreed with this conclusion:
  - Of course, very tough. We ourselves are busy now the devil knows what ...
  Again, the children crawled all day, more precisely, they walked, and nothing that was of value was achieved.
  At night they did not go to bed, but tried to go further by force. So fermented until the heyday. Then at noon, plunged into the arms of Hypnosis ...
  Nothing really happened ... Everything looked crazy and slept quite a bit.
  And then the children went again ... So I wanted to quickly get out of this enchanted forest. The guys tried this way and that. Now and then they went to the race, and rushed jumping. But it did not help.
  And so they have developed business, not shaky or shaky. Only you play tricks on yourself in circles, without achieving anything from mother nature. With the exception of can only be terrible fatigue.
  It is impossible for poor children to conquer the thicket. It's good that the summer is warm, and the berries become more and more. This allows the guys to hold on. Although they are increasingly wild and wild. How much is possible without civilization.
  Oleg remembered during the transition:
  - I read a book - "Poinsia Robinsons". There, two guys were on the island among the marshes. And they could not get out. So they still managed to get the fire by the bow method ...
  Margarita hopelessly gave up her skinny, tanned hand:
  - You already tried! Nothing really works!
  The boy sighed heavily and confirmed:
  - Yes ... Maybe I didn"t properly mastered the old-fashioned method ... And also a wunderkind!
  The girl sighed heavily and imagined:
  - I wish we had pork cutlets now ... So tired of the vegetarian diet!
  Oleg grinned and remarked:
  - And I like Buratino dream of three crusts of bread! So you want this ... More than meat!
  The girl answered with a sigh:
  - I don"t really like chicken, but now I wouldn"t have refused a leg or a wing ...
  Oleg squeezed his fingers in annoyance, so that blue appeared through the tan:
  - And what are we all about food and food ... That would be on the computer to play or to go to the Internet. And then already completely stupefied.
  The girl sang in a ringing voice:
  - Computer, computer, computer and you survived ... You are going to be shot!
  When the children finally fell, the dream was long and intense.
  - Not enough laid out. - roared Stalin. His fingers drummed on the wooden table, and the look became angry, like a disturbed yard dog. The Supreme suddenly changed the subject and turned to Molotov. - Well, how are things with the allies?
  The Commissar for Foreign Affairs said in a not very confident voice:
  - In Egypt, the Germans went to the Suez Canal. And they entered, meeting focal resistance to the Sinai Peninsula. While the Fritz are not in a hurry to get reinforcements. But I must say the British army is in shock. And the country too!
  - What does Churchill say? - Asked the Supreme, frowning owl eyebrows.
  Molotov with a demonstrative yawn answered:
  - What can he say? In recent days, Churchill is drunk, and constantly under a degree. In the ranks of the British panic, the government is reeling. Well, most importantly, the supply of Lend-Lease suspended. It matters, though not decisive.
  Stalin, contemptuously, though not very convincingly, remarked:
  - In fact, it does not matter. So comrade Zhdanov?
  One of the main economic managers of the USSR answered with a tiny sad look:
  - Not exactly, Comrade Stalin. In particular, in conditions of stubborn fighting, our troops are experiencing an acute shortage of explosives. While own production does not cope with it. There is also a shortage of production capacity to provide aviation with gasoline. And the aircraft themselves are not enough. In addition, those machines that are produced as rules from two hundred to four hundred kilograms are heavier - the reference weight. And therefore it is much worse in its flight characteristics than it is considered. In this plan...
  Stalin interrupted the speaker:
  "Everything is about sad things and about problems ... Maybe it"s really necessary in principle, but the soul doesn"t digest it." If what data about wars in the Pacific Ocean?
  Molotov reported, mechanically lowering the tone of his voice:
  - The Japanese are still restrained. The main islands they captured, as well as archipelagoes. The transfer of troops to Manchuria is in full swing. Significantly increased the release of tanks ... Most likely the invasion is inevitable. Hirohito, for the sake of it, even seems to have refused to land in Australia and attack on India. In Japan itself, the call touched even sixteen-year-olds. The number of land groups can reach ten million soldiers.
  Stalin interrupted the Commissar and said:
  - This is disturbing information ... But all the more reason to strengthen our troops in the Far East. And especially, of course, in Mongolia. What and should devote hacks. Molotov logically remarked:
  - After the capture of the Hawaiian Archipelago, the Americans can no longer get Japan. It may even be a separate peace if Hirohito moderates his appetites and at least returns something to the Yankees.
  Stalin at the expense of the last questioned:
  "Is it bad for the Japanese to kill their appetites, unless they get bogged down on the northern front, unsuccessfully fighting with us." And the Americans? On the one hand, their leadership is cowardly, and fears total wars until complete annihilation. But on the other hand, the Yankees are very proud. So ... I believe that there will be no peace!
  Molotov expressed his thoughts:
  "It may not come to the conclusion of peace, but the war can actually be put on the brakes." In the style of Lev Davidovich - neither peace nor war!
  Stalin interrupted the People's Commissar and his deputy for the State Defense Committee:
  - Not funny. Stupid humor when the country is in such danger. But nothing when I publish the order under the number 227, then all the laughter will wash their blood! Especially if we begin to actually shoot the commanders of the retreating units. And then I see continuous hihi and hahanki. - The Supreme Commander has got more and more:
  - There will be a gallows for you, they will know how already bungled heads in the Crimea, what it means to lose, having a triple superiority. We have enough strength and technology to decisively change the course of the war. The main weakness is the human factor. So we will root out this weakness. And the rotten root is our people and the conservative military, which is literally rotten, the generals covered with mold and mothballs! So with such generals we will beat a hundred kicks in the ass!
  Of course, such a speech could not be met with applause ... Stalin at parting, gave instructions to Beria:
  - Follow all and do not trust anyone!
  Lawrence Palich joked:
  "If you just keep an eye on everyone, then who will work and fight ..." And intercepting the terrible glance of the Supreme Commander Beria recovered. - It will be executed, the great leader of all times and peoples!
   Adolf possessed Hitler, too, wound up, like a disturbed hive. The Führer demanded that no less than fifty divisions be formed within a month in order to simultaneously conduct an offensive in Africa and the Middle East, and finally to carry out the notorious assault on the key fortress of the Mediterranean - Gibraltar, followed by an offensive along the Atlantic coast to the Loop of Niger. The Fuhrer already seemed to be nurturing plans for total control over all of Africa.
  The conversation touched on where to get the resources, all the more so since the most powerful enemy of the USSR and its Red Army continued to put up stubborn resistance and did not seem to be about to give up.
  The Fuhrer announced his new orders:
  - I have decided to call in the army and with the twenty-seventh, as well as the twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth year. These guys are old enough to hold rifles in their hands. And the school can wait until there is such a war. After all, if we lose the tempo we have set at least for a couple of weeks, we will surely lose. And then who will need our cardboard knowledge!
  Field Marshal Keitel replied:
  - This is rationally earthly ... Life in the barracks and military work are very useful in terms of the education and hardening of adolescents. But still, children are children, they should not be sent to the very inferno where serious combat skills are needed. You can limit their functions to secondary roles - guarding the camps, supervisors, in the kitchen, in the air defense system to bring shells - where there is no such great responsibility.
  The Fuhrer, waving his arms, said:
  - It depends on a specific person. Some of Hitler-Yugents may fight no worse than adults and they have nothing to sit behind Batkov's backs. In addition, the boys can and should be used in reconnaissance, in sabotage actions, not only ours, but also local ones, as snipers and tankmen. Since short stature has some advantages in this matter. In addition, many healthy foreheads are busy observing foreigners in factories. They should immediately be drafted into the army.
  Possessed Hitler paused and turned to Speer: "We already have over twenty million foreign citizens from all over Europe and the USSR in Germany." The question is how this labor is used. We do not have enough equipment to form additional divisions. And first of all, of course, tanks and aircraft. The weak link is the production of new types of technology. In particular, the U-188, the best for today according to the flight characteristics of the bomber. It is necessary to introduce it into production at an accelerated pace. Well, then the HE-177. This car showed its unreliability. When will a strategic dive bomber fit for full combat use be finally obtained? As for the four-engine cars, then there is a failure. But we need just such aircraft. The USSR will capitulate soon, and how will we start pressing the United States?
  Meinstein quietly threw in through:
  - Wait for the surrender ...
  The Fuhrer added with pressure:
  - There will be no surrender, then the defeat ... But we need strength. According to this, I signed the law on the introduction of universal labor service. In particular, a woman should work. Not necessarily standing at the machine, but she can serve as an overseer in the camp or at a military factory, and in the peace too, she can replace the bus driver, trolleybus, and other jobs. By the way, the Russians have female snipers and pilots. And we will. Yes, Mr. Goering need to form a special female air regiment. A true aryan must be strong, brave. Just as ancient Sparta developed physically women, for only a physically strong mother can give birth to healthy offspring.
  The Fuhrer paused. Speer confirmed:
  - Of course, we can already fully load our production facilities, but I need additional powers, including the ability to severely punish those foreigners who shirk from labor service!
  Hitler confirmed:
  - The working day will increase to 15-16 hours, and the general labor service in the occupied territories will be valid from 10 to 70 years. What are hatched? If their children will be attached to work, then they are not partisans. Even it will be difficult for them to find work. It is necessary to increase production capacity, especially since the bombing has virtually disappeared.
  Goering hatched Zenko:
  - This is a great merit of our pilots. Especially, such as Marseille. This young man second after Meldesa, who was awarded a knight"s cross with diamonds, set a record yesterday - destroying thirteen British cars in one battle. Thus, his record was close to two hundred.
  The Fuhrer strongly approved:
  - Yes, Marcel is undoubtedly the best ace of all times and peoples. I may even set up a new knight"s cross especially for him. - Fuhrer drank a glass of orange juice and added. - But so much like a child.
  Himmler remarked:
  - Russian partisans very actively use even children for reconnaissance and sabotage acts. Sometimes it comes to show severity and cruelty.
  Hitler strictly dotted the AND:
  - Some manufacturing processes do not require much physical strength or skill.
   You can put the children of partisans and those who shirk from labor service on them. You know that in Britain they were allowed at one time to work from the age of five. So we need to where the production cycles allow us to put such, quite cold on the process. In particular, small workers and eat less and require much less protection. In general, it is possible to form all the security of foreign industries from disabled people, women, teenagers, freeing up all the rest for the front. Yes, and many more officials or superfluous, or may also be replaced by women and the disabled. Rather, ninety percent of all bureaucratic positions should be either abolished as superfluous or replaced within six months, as I said with disabled people and women. Healthy men will go to the front primarily to strengthen the officer corps!
  Keitel reiterated a similar initiative:
  - It is quite reasonable. We need a lot of soldiers to simultaneously attack in the East and in the South. Although it would be more rational to concentrate on one thing!
  The Fuhrer objected to this:
  - Not! We should not waste precious time. Moreover, Africa has large reserves of copper, bauxite and other raw materials. For example, when comparing the two types of Tigers Porsche and Aders, the Ferdinand variant is much better, but requires copper for an electric transmission.
  Guderian with Krishna's glossy smile agreed: Yes, the Porsche "Tiger" has inclined armor plates and a lower silhouette, which increases its equipment resistance. Yes, the run of the tower is smaller. Plus, the rotational speed does not depend on the engine warming up, the tank can quite successfully fire at the targets located on the sides. Or act standing with the engine off due to ambush.
  General Designer Porsche remarked:
  - The use of a more compact and sophisticated electric transmission allows you to significantly save on the axle shaft, devouring a large part of the combat room. And in this way we get a tank with a lower silhouette, which improves the ability to disguise and allows you to keep within the weight of no more than fifty tons. In addition, the large width allows you to have sloped and side armor.
   So the Soviet T-34 and KV-1 will not be able to pierce it even by shooting at close range, coming from the board! Soviet shells are sensitive to ricochet, especially armor cemented with a very hard surface.
   This means that the main Soviet cannons of 45, 57 and even 76 millimeters will be able to penetrate the caterpillar at most. This machine can give us a lasting advantage, as in the east. So it is on the western front.
  Hitler sternly remarked:
  - But for that, copper is needed all the more, and therefore control at the African deposits. And the tank itself should be kept in a big secret. So that the Russians did not have time to create a weapon against him and launch a mass production of large-caliber anti-tank guns.
  Keitel noted:
  - For successful expansion in Africa one cannot do without the capture of Gibraltar. Here, strictly speaking, the most difficult thing is to win Franco. And so all the operations are ready, the plan has been developed, and at the expense of forces ... They, of course, went to Africa, but if you take your measures, they will be available for the offensive.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes, Tsar Boris will send additional contingents to Yugoslavia. From there we will withdraw all the combat-ready units, as well as ... We will remove several divisions from the central front - they will hit Gibraltar. Such a fortress must be attacked by experienced combat troops. And the Russians will not go on the offensive in the center, so they need to strengthen the direction in the Far East and Mongolia. Hirohito swore that the most maximum of delay is the first half of August, in order to have time to break through the depths of the USSR before the onset of torrential autumn rains and freezing snowfalls. We, in turn, will probably be forced to postpone the capture of Moscow for the forty-third year. That's when the "Tiger" and show an animal roar!
  The Fuhrer paused and added:
  - Well, in aviation you need a qualitative leap. Namely, the mass production of jet bomber "Arado" and Yu-288. And also Speer - it is necessary to forcefully develop the main four-round bomber U-488. For strategic bombing, both Ural and British cities. And the ME-262 should be ready for the series.
  Hering boastfully stated:
  - Our jet ME-163 "Kometa" set an absolute speed record of 1078 kilometers per hour. This speed is already our opponents do not exceed.
  Hitler roared angrily:
  "What good is it if a Comet is not suitable for combat use with such a short flight time?"
   Provide at least half an hour of flying time and then it will become practical weaponry. While more promising look turbojet ME-262 and its derivatives ... I will entrust it to the Sauer, from the tougher Speer, and I think he will achieve more than ... Sauer will be Speer's deputy, supervising the aircraft.
  Fuhrer, a little thought, finished the thought:
  - Rommel will go to Iraq where the uprising has already begun. The offensive in Sudan, I will charge von Bock. This field marshal showed character, objecting to the division of our troops into Army Group "A" and "B" and offensive in two directions simultaneously. His experience, including the negative one, is even very useful to us, but for now I declare the meeting closed. The main instructions have already been given. Although finally prepare a report on the work of the "Maus".
   Porsche readily call girl, said:
  - We are working on a little mouse. We are trying ... Both the chassis and the turret with a 128-millimeter barrel caliber are ready. Moreover, the gun speed.
  The Fuhrer ordered: - Finish the work and show the tank ready in battle by November 26, if additional resources are needed, they will be allocated. But know - I do not limit you in means, I limit you in time!
  Porsche swore to the Führer:
  - By this time, a prototype will be manufactured in metal, suitable for combat use only we need ...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - This is to Speer, and spell it out in writing ... And Speer will be endowed with additional emergency powers.
  After such a dream, you will not be too full of optimism and vigor. Oleg Rybachenko woke up, said with annoyance:
  - The fascists began to stir ... Clearly smarter compared to the real second world war. They began to carry out mobilization and slave labor is more actively used not so late as in real history!
  Margarita confirmed with a nod of her head:
  - Yes ... Hitler in this universe is much smarter than in ours ... So it can happen that we will merge World War II!
  The boy clenched his fists tightly and bellowed:
  - Do not happen this! We will win, even if you fall back to the Urals!
  The girl was skeptical:
  - What about Japan?
  Oleg Rybachenko shook in the direction of the Land of the Rising Sun and declared:
  - And how many Japanese held out against the Red Army in the forty-fifth? We will win, I know it well! Even if at some point our position may seem hopeless. - The boy tore off the branch and lashed the bark of oak. - But still we are doomed to victory !!!
  The girl exclaimed at full throat:
  - When we are united, we are invincible!
  . CHAPTER number 14
  But here are a few "Cromwell" still managed to align and jerk to the positions that occupied the girls. But they were almost immediately stopped by well-aimed shots. Apparently the tigress in the heat of battle, just forbid themselves to miss.
  The British faced a truly German stamina. Here is one of the tanket, having lost the remnants of courage, turned back. An Australian general ordered something and grenades flew at her. Mortally wounded car, flamed, and then also shells, began to tear inside. Such a spectacle.
  In the formidable virgin Magda from overheating he jammed the submachine gun, and, putting the useless piece of iron aside, began to fire from a self-loading rifle. And what a very good tactic! The rate of fire is lower, but the aim is higher. The same girls-warriors did the same thing a little earlier. Christina, shaking her head, noticed:
  - War teaches savings. And at the front, even more than in the rear!
  Christine reluctantly agreed:
  - Yes, teaches! But how many of these lion on us rushing! Are the British, so threw all their forces on us!
  Christina, slyly and shooting her eyes like Cinderella or rather her stepsisters at the ball, replied:
  - Honestly, I count on it!
  Christine was surprised:
  - Do you count? Do you want us to die? In such young years to find death?
  Christine winked softly.
  - Not in this case! Just think what happens when the enemy concentrates all his forces in one place?
  Magda immediately replied:
  - Become on this sites stronger. It can break through the front line.
  - And on the other? - Christina winked.
  - Stronger! No vice versa! - Magda suddenly guessed - So, while the enemy is throwing all his strength at us, the rest of our troops can take an enemy stronghold by storm! Christina, quickly rolling, smacked her friend in a sweaty, scratched cheek:
  - Good girl! Finally she guessed! So that Alexandria will not become a record city that so long held out against the Wehrmacht.
  Magda noticed:
  - And Alexandria has already become such a city. And I hope not one of the enemy cities, his record will not beat! After all, we ...
  Christine interrupted:
  "To say that we are invincible until the battle has ended a bad omen." And you know it!
  Magda evil flashed her sapphire eyes back:
  - Being a believer does not mean superstitious. This is even stated in the catechism!
  Kristina, who once again, successfully firing a rifle and cutting off another "iris", quite seriously suggested:
  - Sing my girlfriend! That's certainly better to sing than to moan!
  Magda unexpectedly cut off:
  - It is better to moan from an orgasm, than to sing from a pain!
  Christine became angrier:
  - Well, what you can not connect with two words and therefore speak vulgarity. Come sing louder.
  And Magda sang, at first, seemingly quietly, but with each new verse, her voice crepeed;
  By the fire of the bloody stream,
  The avalanche flooded our land ...
  The war knows no measure
  Drink more sweet wine!
  
  The taste of victory will not be bitter,
  Though the bitterness of smoke and blood.
  When our grandfathers fought -
  Nightingale chirps about them!
  
  Immortality is the highest reward
  To dull old age not to know.
  So that the messengers of hell do not come,
  That the grace flowed out.
  
  We love the world and the smell of pine needles,
  But if you need a battle waiting.
  O our golden heart,
  Let it burn, melting the ice!
  
  Yes, fresh youth passes,
  Everything has become commonplace.
  That here the sun rises,
  Being a man is not a lie!
  
  Love the people the light of the Lord,
  He is very kind, believe us ...
  Although the path through the life of hell,
  And rules the world: Herod-Ham!
  
  We have clean goals,
  But the path to them - sorry for the blood!
  After all, the machine is like a dumbbell,
  In Likho of darkness is full of relatives!
  
  Jesus with Mary is our guarantee,
  They will come and they will bring happiness!
  Then the cold will disappear - flour,
  And malice with meanness kaput!
  The attack of the British finally exhausted. The last wrecked tanks stopped near the dug German trenches. And only the infantry, and the new arrivals motorcyclists still did not give up attempts to escape from the grip. Exhausted by a long transition rough from the sand stuck to the sweat, the girls were already fired by the latest cartridges. Magda, adjusting the bayonet, said to Christine:
  - Well, what is hand to hand?
  The girl-tigress replied:
  - Yes hand to hand! It will be a glorious hunt, although for many it will be the last! Just wait for the order of the commander!
  Magda whispered:
  - The order of the commander during the war is filled with love and a huge price!
  The girl, having said this, recalled a tough sparring. She was a girl then and fought with a boy. Both are ten years old. But you have to fight in full contact. And above them stands SS with a whip and drives. The department of Himmler, thus, prepares supermen. And he does it in all seriousness. Without any pity and excess sentiment. Here they are with the boy fighting with arms and legs. They exchanged blows, so even bruises were made. Then a karate boy managed to push her nose with a bare heel. In response, the girl shook her chin in the elbow. The boy fell, and she, sitting on top, began to thresh the young fighter in the face. So even rubbed a trickle of blood. It was however, clear that there is no unity among the British soldiers. Some of them lay down and did not want to run forward, while the others were a little timidly marking time. The female warriors had few shots left, although initially there was a whole bag of ammunition brought by each tigress. Yes, they are girls, beautiful, barefoot, in some very strong bikinis a warrior of the elite SS women's battalion. Departments in which the best individuals of Germany fought, and even ruthlessly trained. A kind of program to create the people of the future - a superman sung by the genius of Friedrich Nietzsche. The girls tried to choose for themselves each their victim and not lose the gift of a single patron. And then there were more tanks. And where do these "Matilda" come from, they were stamped above the roof. But now, it seems: it is reached, the limit of long-suffering, Margaret is ready, to give an order to the melee, suddenly. From the distant clouds sounded the grand symphony of Wagner. This music is so colossal and delightful, capable of bringing the true Aryan to total frenzy. And drive the enemy into a corkscrew. Glancing at the sky, Christine exclaimed loudly:
  "Yes, these are our Stuck bombers."
  Magda barked a pun.
  - Pieces will arrange not piece disassembly!
  What can be said about the formidable Yu-87, the legend of a diving bomb, a symbol of the German Blitzkrieg? This machine, just perfect (for its time, when there were no such powerful and effective computer guidance systems), is suitable for the destruction of ground targets and especially infantry, and tanks too. And the production of a decent shift: Focke-Wolfe is just beginning to unwind.
  Margaret barked loudly:
  - Zaryatsya in the sand, faster and hide their heads!
  And then the British were followed by blows, "Matilda" blow up and roll over. Magda felt like shards, like a comb, walked through her hair and scratched at the ear. Hooked and Christina, and one girl was not lucky at all, cut the shard. But fortunately it was already the last victims. Now the British attack finally drowned, and a banner with a swastika hoisted over the main minaret of Alexandria! This flag was huge, and inspired horror in more than half of the world:
  Christine with terrible admiration, exclaimed:
  - Wow! Finally!
  Magda was surprised:
  - We won? Somehow I can not believe it!
  Christina giggled thinly:
  -Yes Yes Yes Yes!
  The surviving British also began to throw white rags. That was a victory, then what can only be dreamed of, standing before an apparently impregnable armada happened.
  Magda exclaimed:
  - Joy, joy all the time! We will always be happy! Our color banner indicates the way ...
  Some devil pulled Christina's tongue and she blurted out:
  - Going nowhere!
  But the evil Margaret heard, she, unfortunately was near, and the hum at this moment was quiet. The company commander roared:
  - Is that so? A banner with a swastika leads, in your opinion, to nowhere. We will understand with you, but for now we need to build prisoners.
  Indeed, among those who surrendered were many wounded, and hard. With them, the Nazis acted "mercifully", a control shot to the head and full order. Those who were injured easily, put in a separate column - they can be cured and used as labor. Magda, however, suddenly experienced a sting of conscience when she saw the massacre of the seriously wounded and maimed. In the Third Reich, everything was subordinated, the requirements of expediency. And therefore, unnecessary cleaned. Magda herself, despite all the drill, and already a solid (especially after this fight!) Number of corpses in his account, remained a kind and very sentimental. Here on the dusty, tanned cheek even a bitter tear rolled down. What a dirty thing war is, how it changes a person"s character and assessment.
  Christina was also nervous; what else will come up cruel Gale. How to punish her. Indeed, in wartime, the commander can simply order to shoot, without even explaining the reasons. Although this case is likely to not reach. After all, they are the elite, and in the case of execution, and even in the presence of witnesses, they can start digging about what's what, why. They are warriors of value, not ordinary cannon fodder.
  The company, however, pretty battered. Three German girls died, five were seriously injured, almost half were light, and everyone was exceptionally scratched and tired. Counting losses was done a little later, but for the time being they were building prisoners and counting captured trophies. As well as tigress girls arranged in a separate pile of weapons thrown by the enemy. Although night fell, it was quite light, especially thanks to the full moon. Magda noticed:
  - Do you know Christina in this weather, werewolves are usually very active. Especially the former dead!
  The red-haired warrior twisted her face:
  - If, after all, fairy tales, then yes. But you are adult girls. Rather, we are adult girls, and themselves like ghouls. Even if it is female and very beautiful with ruby nipples. Before the eyes of Magda, or rather in her fresh memory, an episode of the last battle flashed, as the English bodies scattered after the fall of the bomb. Among them, there was one - apparently from among the aborigines of Australia, a muzzle with thick lips and a flat nose - just horror. And my eyes ... Just my tender and gentle beast, I love you so much, believe me. The head did not reach the formidable Magda of all about ten meters! And it's like ...
  The killed tigress girls, unlike ordinary soldiers, could not be buried for no reason. Their bodies were wrapped in plastic bags and after the ceremony of farewell and funeral (a special priest with a swastika on his sleeve did it!), They were sent with a plane to Germany.
  The priest was a special SS man in red and with the face of a professional killer. Hitler has long wanted to establish a new religion in the Third Reich. True, the compilation of alternative theology has encountered difficulties. Several ambitious philosophers were pushing each with their own model and theory. And only the Führer himself could choose the total. But the adoption of a new religion, where the cross would replace the swastika, or rather the swastika would replace the cross, would mean the inevitable split in society, and even on the eve of the Second World War. Hitler decided to postpone the reformation until better times! Alas, even the Führer seemed able to move mountains and change the laws of nature forced to reckon with human prejudices. Christina is red-haired, and red color, color of cunning and not standard thinking has sighed. Unlike blonde blonde warrior Magda, this skillful killer with the soul of a lamb, she did not love Christ, sincerely considering him a weakling and a Jew. Indeed, the Bible sucks - in her opinion. The fact that the Jews are the people chosen by God causes only laughter and rejection. So God chose ... Brr ... Christine interrupted her thoughts and helped load the dead to a special container. It is really strange that a man, the crown of the universe, is so fragile that he can be killed. After all, how can you destroy the perfect ... But talking about the perfect man is ridiculous.
  This creature, quite a little adapted for life, especially human children. And why is that? This raises doubts about the natural course of things in evolution. After all, man is the highest sphere and no one can argue that this is exactly so. Therefore, atheism and logical. After all, human weakness is explained by the fact that it is still practically at the very beginning of the evolutionary ladder. That is, while you are weak, but in the future you can become strong.
  Christian morality suggests: that you are born shit and shit and stay, only your humiliation will carry forever. Well, the very meaning of the concept of Islam means obedience ... And to be submissive means to be a nonentity, which is truly unacceptable for a real proud person.
  The tigress, meanwhile, were busy cleaning up bodies and collecting equipment. It was already night, the brightest of the year. The bodies have already begun to exude asphyxiated plowing. Christina frowned: why are there so much shit in people! The man is a walking dump! But in theory, a person needs to be - a superman and a super-animal! This has a special meaning - the mind, the giver and physical perfection. Wow, these people ... or rather little people. Well than they are better than animals, if they stink like this! You just have to overcome yourself in order to touch the corpses and throw them off ... Magda, one might say, she"s lucky she"s digging a deep and wide hole with other soldiers where the corpses will be thrown. However, Christina cheated a little, rushed to help the Cromwell tank abandoned by the enemy. Well, nothing on the properties especially protective and running this colossus. Warrior put it:
  - Technique in shit.
  Barefoot blonde Ket, too, from her company replied:
  - Technique nothing to do if people are rotten!
  Here Christina with both hands for, immediately agreed with the beautiful and frisky tigress warrior:
  - Rusty equipment is easier to clean than to refresh a rotten person! The strongest muscle is powerless - if the mind is weak!
  Kate shoved the tank with her little hands, giggled.
  - Well, you and Solon! Or rather Socrates in a skirt, so intricately expressed. But as Hitler said: beat, beat and beat again!
  Kristina roared her affectionately:
  - Bay, but do not fight back!
  Ket's sharp biceps bulged, she pushed the tank because of all her strength, and the girl"s tummy collapsed. Christina also, like a true Aryan, did not swindle. The girl-tigress tried in all, and even sang:
  - Do not think about love! Weights huge soon push! After all, this is our harsh sport - not a local, world record!
  Kat sang:
  - We set new records for the land to grow! Twice, three times higher than the norm - so that my country blossomed!
  Kristina half in jest and half seriously continued:
  - And those records are steep - more reptiles dunk! We are not bad girls - we are breaking bricks with pepper! The red-haired warrior is even in ecstasy as she smashes her head over armor. And after that I listened to the music. And then tensed even more. Yet it is strange that the British, who have such a reverent attitude to the monarchy, called the tank the name of Cromwell, a rebel, a revolutionary. Yes, still executed King Charles the first. As it is contrary to logic, to call the name of the killer a new cruiser tank, with sufficiently powerful armor. Although the gun shoots frag, rather than anti-tank shells. Christine timidly licked the armor tongue and then spat out relish:
  - Bitter bitterly!
  Kat noticed:
  - If after this battle we are not given rewards, it will be the highest injustice!
  Christine, with a sigh, remarked:
  - In theory, you need to generously reward all female warriors of our battalion, or more precisely the company. Everybody fought like heroes, nobody got scared, and everyone had at least a dozen corpses under their feet. I myself killed only in this fight more than forty "cubs". And that all reward - it would be fair!
  Kat nodded.
  - Why not! Moreover, our three friends remained lying on the sand. So this is all terrible. All these continuous wars in the history of mankind. War is, of course, interesting, but people are dying!
  Christine suddenly as a piercing sings:
  - People are dying for the metal! People are dying for the metal! Satan is there to rule the ball, there the ball reigns! Satan rules the ball there and pours napalm!
  The girls laughed and finally loaded Cromwell onto the platform. At the same time, Christina managed to crush her thumb with her right, barefoot, but with graceful, tanned lines of a princess-warrior's legs. The girl winced, and issued:
  - On legs as on asphalt! Get no alto flat!
  Humor humor, and work work. The wolves stuck in, as if in hard labor, but at the same time they barked their teeth. Christina and then tried to stand out. The fleshy thighs were also shaking so violently. Kate whining, noticed:
  - Dance is dance!
  Christina was surprised here:
  - And this is what you?
  Ket explained:
  - We dance like in ballet, but also with weights. I heard that boxers also use a similar training technique - they put weights in their hands and jump in front of a mirror!
  Christine barely kept laughter:
  - Well yes! I understand this cool method! If weights are heavy, then after the weights in the same gloves, the hands will simply fly!
  Kate noticed:
  - Many want to take off, but most expect the fate of Icarus, as the feathers of ambition are sealed with faint-heartedness!
  Christina giggled slyly.
  - I see you also a philosopher! At all...
  Ket broke off:
  "There are no blunt tigresses!" We are all educated, well, reading Friedrich Nietzsche is included in the compulsory program.
  Christine was alert and immediately asked:
  - Nietzsche? This is an interesting philosopher. But the criterion of the superman is not well defined for him. In general, Nietzsche pulls in the direction of the primitive communal system, that is, in the Stone Age, which I personally do not like.
  Kate was surprised:
  - And why?
  Christina giggled briskly.
  - The fact is that Nietzsche is not sufficiently covered, or rather, the appreciated role of scientific and technological progress. That is how it affects a person, and for the better. And in general, an attempt to idealize the stone age - calling it gold is inappropriate. In fact, in an evolutionary way, people go from the simple to the complex, from the worst to the best. For example, how the planes are changing rapidly, from the simplest to the strongest. Such concepts as speed, maneuverability and so on.
  Ket giggled and sang:
  - What progress has reached - not seen miracles! But something is missing, the tail of a cunning demon twists!
  Christine added melodiously:
  - Forgotten chores! The Third Reich taxis! Soon there will be robots! The parasite is flattened!
  Carry, and work, the girls had to flourish, it was already quite light and the corpses of enemies, finally buried, it seemed possible to go to bed, but it was not there. No girls-tigress, yet gave to eat, and on the occasion of the victory, they even bit a trophy stew. Margaret defiantly commanded:
  - It is a great honor for you to taste the food of your enemy!
  Kristina barked:
  "No, it"s an honor for the British that we agreed to eat their shit!"
  Margaret angrily flashed her eyes. - Well, no, it already passes all borders. You are Christina you are completely without food! Not only will you be subjected to a kind of torture. In particular, it seems to me that your press is too flabby, and the muscles are not prominent. So, that we will test a new training penalty on you!
  Then someone pulled Magda's tongue:
  - I do not want to leave Christina to suffer alone. Let me be tormented too.
  Margaret smiled wryly.
  - Well, well done girl. Such loyalty, or rather friendship. You will endure both! And stay hungry both!
  Magda paused, the smell of braised meat tickled the nostrils of a hungry, tired tigress girl. And then the rest of her friends began to exaggerately loudly slurp.
  But the main torture was still to come. Margaret really did invent something sophisticated. The girls hung their hands on the wire, which was very dug into the wrist, and chained to their feet. And if you keep your legs parallel to the ground, making an angle, then the steel chain is a bit lacking, then an iron sheet. But if you lower your legs, the tip of the chain swings the metal, which in turn is connected to a source of tension. And your body punches through electrical discharge. Here is such an interesting torture.
  Margaret rapaciously licked her lips.
  - Here is the press you will be so strong ... You girls, still you will thank me for the workout!
  Christina, giggling hysterically, said:
  - And why pull, let's thank for the workout immediately! For our happy childhood, thanks to the great SS!
  Margaret shook her finger:
  "You girls tigress will have to hang like that for the whole day." But, finally, you can feel like real men!
  Christine shook her head.
  - All experiments show that a woman, if properly trained, is much more resilient and dangerous than even hardened men of war!
  Margaret cut her short:
  - One more word and add a day of new tests!
  The tigress girls stopped, keeping the corner hard, especially if the chain was chained to their feet for a long time. Here and hang like a nipple. Margaret left without saying goodbye, leaving the girls so tormented. Magda felt some pressure in her lower abdomen, a chain rubbed her ankles, she pulled off her legs. The girl was suddenly tempted to check what would happen if you touch the iron chain. And what to try ...
  The electric shock was so strong that the hardened Magda cried out involuntarily. As if a heated stake pierced the body from the heels to the nape. A tooth was felt in the muscles, and the head ached. Magda snarled:
  - This is a craving for experiments so characteristic of the SS!
  Kristina half jokingly added:
  - It is good to experiment on ... Enemies! However, I am not mad for the lesson.
  The tigress girls are silent for a while. Christina thought: well, how freaky is fate. Right now the Germans have won, everyone is happy, and they are forced to hang like pears, and even suffer. To whom are pies and buns, and to whom are bruises and bumps! That's interesting, what's next. Now, after the fall of Alexandria, you can begin an offensive in the Middle East, even before the transfer of additional reinforcements. In fact, why wait, if there seems to be a lot of troops in Iraq and Palestine, but how to say it ... Not quite capable, too many Arabs and blacks who scatter when they hear sirens. And if you delay, then the British will have time to withdraw a lot of wealth, especially from Jerusalem and Baghdad. No need to hit quickly and fix the opponent in a knockout. Africa is a whole continent, but the fall of Iraq is also key to Asia. Having seized the reserves of oil, bauxite and other metals, Germany will finally get rid of any dependence on the USSR. And maybe even conquer Russia! Hike to the east ... Arians' old dream! And then what?
   Maybe even space expansion, as they like to describe in science fiction novels. Flying to the stars and new worlds. Where, for example, live hybrids of carrots and frogs ... It's great, something that was not there before, and you will not find an analogue on Earth. After all, other worlds are filled with inaccessible light, which means that German troops must take them by storm. After all, there is nothing brighter than the sun, except the stars! Christina asked Magda:
  - Well, I don"t understand you, why did you so lightly ask for flour? Do you like hanging on the rack like this? Yes, even the stomach hurts.
  Magda forced a smile.
  - And you know, and not bad! I, for example, have long noticed that the press is slightly behind me. Therefore, tightened.
  Christine frowned out:
  - Well, I did not know that they would force us to train the press. I personally thought that they would beat with batons on the heels. Or maybe even whip with barbed wire. However, if this gives you joy ...
  Magda already spoke louder:
  - You know, do not torment the soul! Maybe it's better to talk about something else.
  Christine nodded in agreement. - Yes, let's talk! Sing a flower do not be ashamed! After all, with the beauty of such a sister, you can see the songs to compose, a great craftswoman.
  , CHAPTER number 15
  The children were tired and hungry, in tattered clothes and their feet green were walking through the forest. Already they are up to white heat tired so stray. It was like an endless road to hell. Although the nature around is wonderful. Warm and gorgeous air.
  You can rejoice that you walk with bare, childish feet on the ground and breathe in the scent of the forest. Everything here is extraordinary, airy, forestry. The imagination of children is drawn by elves, gnomes, various fantastic creatures that hid in the foliage or in the grass ...
  I want to take and sing from my native land ...
  Oleg Rybachenko sings, writing on the go and that makes it much easier;
  The sun shines high in the sky,
  Happy guys on the planet ...
  We will go far
  Here adults and children are one!
  
  Earth go around - let's go to Mars,
  Created by rocket scientists ...
  There will be a top class universe,
  Let twist the tail of the comet!
  
  I believe we will conquer the universe,
  We landed troops on Venus ...
  After all, the capital of Russians is the Third Rome,
  Our planes in the atmosphere!
  
  I walk together as a girl,
  The pioneer horn blows beautifully ...
  Will you of course not zero
  If together with a friendly team!
  
  Where is Jupiter, and where is Saturn,
  This we guys know for sure ...
  Pioneer dragon horn bent,
  Made the neck a pathetic parrot!
  
  Here the fire guys lit,
  They remembered how it was before ...
  As the Nazis burned our huts,
  Evil to punish that honey Believe sweeter!
  We guys are not easy either,
  The courage of the campaign children shine,
  The rain has passed, and we are only in T-shirt and barefoot,
  We press without problems - bedbugs and ticks!
  
  Motherland is my sacred country
  Let it flourish forever ...
  The wiles are secretly built by Satan,
  He wants us to spoil a place in paradise!
  
  But we will come to Eden soon,
  I believe in our goals, we will achieve ...
  All the fascists famously break,
  And we will merge death in steel capacity!
  
  Heat burns in the heart like a fire
  The meaning of the Fatherland in every word believe ...
  Pioneer, and hence the eagle,
  Will be king in heavenly bosom!
  
  How beautiful is the Motherland, believe me,
  It is good to walk in it and swim ...
  All nations are cool as one family,
  And the textbook is one in the knapsack!
  
  If again the trumpets of hell thunder,
  Children will stand up for protection in unison!
  Pioneers teach the truth of October,
  How to knit in a battle with the blood of the wound!
  
  We, since we must give life,
  Our homeland on the battlefield ...
  Over the Motherland is a light cherub,
  NATO on the horns, we firmly gave!
  
  And when science is developed,
  Scientist will be resurrected of all fallen ...
  We met the monsters with one dubjem,
  And now we have a mighty blaster!
  
  That reached the edge, we believe
  Our Native universe ... And where will the fighters go now,
  Where to find popular vocation?
  
  I believe that immortality will be the world
  Endless in happiness and desire ..
  All that you can conquer,
  Let it bloom, rejoicing the universe!
   The children sang in chorus, and this added to their strength, and one could go on.
  Then they still exhausted and fell asleep on the grass ... Embraced with each other and plunged into dreams.
  Oleg again the battlefield, where he fights with the Austrians. He aimed his weapon and sent the pillar of hyperplasma there again ... The "Emperor" tanks that were ahead were turning on and starting to glow.
  Captain Anastasia purred:
  - Everything will be very cool! We will win!
  Indeed, giant tanks exploded from pulling the trigger. The boy licked his lips and, smacking his lips, said:
  - Chuki-chuki-chuk! Dad in the brand is not igryuk!
  And how the pulsar will fly out of the blaster and break the colossus. German tanks are trying to shoot, but they are not very successful. Nevertheless, the explosions raise up trenches, and split bunkers. Still, the caliber of 155 millimeters is no joke.
  Margarita whispered:
  - Here on the earth and descend!
  Captain Anastasia corrected:
  - Rather, erupts, because hell under the ground!
  The boy-child prodigy, leading the fire, replied:
  - Hell in another dimension!
  The second largest tank of the Austrian Empire weighs about a hundred tons. He is called "Infanta." She was also a trasher. With a 128 mm gun, which means extremely powerful. Able to create problems for Russian tanks in particular the heavy VK-2. But whether such a tank comes to close contact?
  Margarita, seeing how they burst like overripe tomatoes, sprinkled with a spark of a car, bellowed:
  - Apple trees in the snow - pink tunes! What did you do Austrian - I can not!
  Oleg, however, could also his blaster filled with water with a reactor on controlled thermonuclear fusion mowed down an enemy wedge. The Emperor's tanks ran out, and the Infanta went instead. They are a little smaller and twice as light. So get a little harder. But pulsars and hyperplasma columns from a boy fly like ping-pong balls.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - One two three four! Legs taller - arms wider!
  And in response, only helpless Austrian fire. Anastasia admires the boy. Indeed it is a young macho. How to deal with opponents. One with his blaster against a whole tank wedge.
  Next to the tanks, infantrymen are fleeing, or rather riding motorcycles, and only ashes remain from them.
  The young Terminator-Wunderkind sang:
  - Bitter, bitter! Girls scream - forty great-grandchildren and twenty-five grandchildren!
  Anastasia sang with a smile:
  - Grandmother, grandmother and grandfather, hang tight on the footboard ... The legs of the grandmother and grandfather are running briskly along the path!
  And the young woman clapped her bare, beautiful legs. Several girls were injured from the bursting shells of the Austrians, but fortunately there were no dead.
  Oleg Rybachenko dolbanuv pulsar, sang:
  - Dunya - I love your pancakes! Dunya - your pancakes are delicious!
  Margarita fired a submachine gun at the surviving infantry and sang:
  - Eh times, and again, and even many times ... Palnu you in the eye, use the cribs of the company "Adidas."
  Another girl, Lieutenant Solovyova, squinting, cooed:
  - Scuba divers, this is not a game!
  Anastasia cleaned in a gentle tone:
  - Do you want me to tell you a joke?
  Margarita winked:
  - Only not obscene, we are still children with Olezhka!
  Anastasia giggled and also winked back:
  - No, political!
  The girl waved a dusty, scratched leg:
  - Tell me!
  The captain whispered witty:
  - The greatest success among the public was the autobiography of Adolf Hitler - "Subhuman".
  Margarita took a fragment from the projectile with her bare fingers and drew an eight in the air, saying:
  - Witty anecdote ... How do you know about Hitler?
  Anastasia smoothly cooed, singing:
  - This is my big secret ... do you believe or not?
  Margarita, in response, also sang:
  - I certainly believe you! Even a beast, even a beast! Forget it, I will, I will! Hello, I will talk! After that, the girl and the young woman laughed ... And even knocked their foreheads together! So bright, scarlet and yellow sparks fell from my eyes. From what the girls became even more fun ... What awaits them in the future is unknown, except that some other role-playing game.
  Oleg Rybachenko, while burning and melting the Infanta, which is much more than the Emperors, sang:
  - I do not like to let people in the flow! My first move is the last move!
  And here is another "Emperor" caught, and only broken caterpillars flew off from him.
  Anastasia noticed with a sigh:
  - Such a cute child, but a killer!
  Margarita decisively objected, throwing a fragment into her board with the bare fingers:
  - Oleg is not a murderer and a warrior!
  The boy sang in confirmation of these words:
  - Russian Knight with a blow of the sword, knocked over demonic army! The whole locust has turned into dust - Russian enemies cannot be trampled on you!
  And indeed the army and the tanks melted, and charred into a crumb of ashes. One row the boy has decimated, behind it another. Enemy machines, simply did not show resistance to the effects of rays. This is a thermonuclear pumped laser.
  Oleg Rybachenko asked Margarita:
  - Sneak in, please, some water in my weapon!
  The girl jumped to the filled bucket, scooped up water and chirped:
  - Water, water, water! Chilled water! That spilled not in vain buckets!
  And then from the circle she began to pour into miniature reactors built by a boy prodigy. A projectile pulled out from behind, knocked down a girl, and she fell on the boy, doused the boy with water.
  Oleg roared hard:
  - Hold tight on your feet!
  Margarita show on the mug:
  - Still have water?
  The kid roared:
  - Top up!
  And again they sparkled like rays in the sun. The boy destroyed the enemy columns. And the tanks flew to hell ...
  Following the Infanta, smaller Dauphin tanks, weighing eighty tons, and a 105-millimeter cannon were moving. This car is also quite dangerous. And getting into it is more difficult, so it is with a narrow tower. But after all the blaster starts up hyperplasma streams.
  Oleg Rybachenko even sang:
  - Only cooks! Only cooks! Just turn around, you have time!
  The boy really turned like a little imp. And the other side.
  "Dauphins" easier, and therefore faster, and they should be destroyed with much greater zeal. The kid-wunderkind understands this, and even winks at a homemade, telescopic sight. Generally it turns out funny. He is now in the role of engineer Garin, or maybe Naruto with an extremely powerful laser.
  Margarita, with a grin of a she-wolf that saw a doe, cooed:
  - There will be a new city on Venus, but for everyone, your coffin by faith!
  Captain Anastasia approved this passage:
  - Yes, I'm sure everyone will reward by faith! Although faith alone is not enough!
  The boy-child prodigy, demolishing and evaporating a bunch of tanks, chirped:
  - Faith without works is dead and barren, only works of faith often produce the dead!
  Margaret, instead of answering, changed the gun barrel and licked the heated barrel. Slightly burned her tongue and began to spit in the grass ... Yes unpleasant.
  Anastasia seriously noted:
  - You can see Rita really like weapons?
  The girl shook her head:
  - I love not a weapon, but a feeling of confidence that it gives!
  The boy-child prodigy logically remarked, cutting off another line of tanks:
  - You can love a lot, and adore only worthy of love!
  The captain posed bewilderment on her face, eyes wide.
  - Don't you adore yourself?
  Oleg Rybachenko, having pulse and splitting the tanks, replied:
  - I respect myself, but I do not adore at all. And the fate of Narcissus shows the consequences of excessive narcissism!
  Margarita wittily remarked:
  - Daffodils do not thrive, but cacti do not sharpen!
  Anastasia found it necessary to add to this:
  - Writing oak does not mean gaining strength!
  The wunderkind boy has expanded his beam to capture more space. In general, the amazing thing is thermonuclear fusion. One mug of water can destroy a pair of full-blooded tank divisions. This is truly one of the wonders of nature. At the same time, whatever one may say, this can be explained in a scientific way. Thermonuclear interaction is a strong interaction, which is like a warrior with very short hands.
  However, the genius of the boy Oleg Rybachenko allowed these hands to lengthen significantly. And earned a weapon, embodied in the likeness of a gun with batteries. And the shots followed by whole bursts, sweeping away everything at once.
  Margaret, looking at the fabulous picture of the battle, and the melted tanks, enthusiastically said:
  - Geniuses are few like golden sands in the sand, but they are real mountains that stupidity cannot overcome!
  The boy wittily remarked:
  - The biggest folly is not enough to think for yourself!
   Anastasia originally blinked:
  - Excessive meditation, like a quiet madness!
  Margarita, again changing the horn, replied:
  -Think well, think even better, but change your mind is always bad!
  Oleg Rybachenko focused on the battlefield. That appeared the fourth type, the lightest tanks "Page". These cars weighed 55 tons. Lighter already mass-produced in the Austrian Empire were not produced, except for rare reconnaissance tanks. The Paz car is armed with an 88-millimeter cannon and is less armored than its colleagues. But she is pretty nimble.
  However, true to their construction in the "pig", the Austrians let them behind them. Ahead must go the most protected tanks. Well, as such a tactic has the right to exist.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked with the wisdom of Socrates:
  - Big always seems stronger, but swelling only weakens!
  The idea is of course non-trivial. Yes, even in the mouth of the boy. But what the Austrians showed four types of tanks: "Emperor", "Infanta", "Dauphin" and "Page". Against the two main newest Russian: VK-2, NA-3 or NA-4. Russian cars are somewhat more modest than the weapons and armor of the largest Austrian cars, but more agile.
  But so far the tsarist army and artillery participated in the shelling, as far as.
  The boy-genius was able to solve many problems, including the numerical superiority of the enemy in this area.
  However, Oleg Rybachenko modestly said:
  - Let not solve us all the problems! Do not solve all the problems! But everyone will be happier! More fun will be all!
  Margarita replied wittily:
  - Smile, smile, if you want money! Without a smile to us, believe it is impossible even to live! - The girl sang softly. - Smile, smile, to earn more! Smile, smile - to pay less!
  Anastasia kissed the girl on the top of her head and said:
  - Gold words!
  The girl corrected:
  - Diamond ... Although a diamond is only coal structured into tetravalence!
  The captain-girl burst out laughing and pulled her bare legs, saying:
  "I didn"t know ... Did diamonds look like coal?"
  Margarita whispered with a smirk:
  - Difficult question ... They say gold feces like.
  The girls around the choir laughed. It was funny, though rude!
  Oleg Rybachenko sternly pronounced:
  - We will not follow the example of Sharikov!
  The girl replied deliberately:
  - And I like Polygraph Polygraph. So much sincerity and temperament in him!
  In response, of course, chuckles. Of course Sharikov is an inimitable hero. And pretty witty. It is even hard to say what it is - a positive pole or a negative one?
  Margarita herself believed that a charming little dog, rather a positive character. And the fact that he is behaving uncivilized in the human body, so that you take from the dog.
  Oleg Rybachenko, continuing the sweep of the tanks, thought that the overthrow of the king as a whole did not benefit Russia. The empire developed rather quickly and grew the territories with each kingdom. Or almost with everyone ... And increased, constantly. Oddly enough, but it was Alexander the Second who made the biggest territorial concession - surrendering Alaska. And this concession is extremely important, since Russia has lost the opportunity to follow the dry road in the USA. The stupidity of Alexander II was the provision of assistance to the northern states.
  If not for him, then America could not have become a world power. And who knows what role the United States played in the revolution of the seventeenth year. Having won the First World War, Russia would have gained access to the Mediterranean, and unprecedented power. And so there was the USSR - the power, whose viability was questionable.
  And probably the collapse of the union occurred not because Mikhail Gorbachev was a CIA agent, but because the elite wanted capitalism.
  The soviet leveling few of the elite members suited. Yes, part of the people wanted to get rich - and the best part. And it was not at all accidental that Zyuganov was defeated in the elections. He was too communist to attract people to him. The only thing Zyuganov could count on was a protest vote. And to stand in long queues again and see empty shelves ...
  Well, one of the active population will agree to this. And to show that he did not scoop Zyuganov failed, or did not even want to. Oleg Rybachenko licked his lips. And I thought that you wouldn"t happen at perestroika; there were neither Snickers nor the Internet in the USSR. And there would be only three television channels, and the next reports from the fields. And even in the nineties, with all the difficulties, life became more fun, and much better.
  So for the sake of sausage for 2 rubles, no one wanted to give up the Internet, KVN, the show "Field of Miracles", "Guess a Million", and others ... Including "Dolls". The latter, however, did not last long.
  In the nineties, people tasted freedom, and they no longer wanted to be slaves.
  Or scoops, which is essentially the same thing. Not good when personal freedom is cut off. It is better to have good luck than a beggar guarantor ... When God does not harm you, then a lot turns out!
  The boy whistled to Marseillaise and, finishing off the last tanks already, said:
  - Luck is even more important than talent ...
   Margarita did not giggle again and noticed:
  - Perhaps luck and ahead of talent in acquisitions ... But I think not in the spiritual!
  Oleg Rybachenko firing, sang:
  - And I play with dynamite, in front of passers-by ... How bang, as babakhnet - all lie, and I go!
  And really pulled a huge truck with ammunition, scattering in different directions, tanks and self-propelled guns.
  There was a tank wedge attack, and there was only one self-propelled "Maid of Honor". The machine weighs one hundred and fifty tons and with a 210-mm howitzer. But it is thoroughly dismantled.
  The boy prodigy noticed:
  - Good luck gives hope, talent gives it, and genius takes power!
  Anastasia issued with a brilliant wit:
  - All ingenious is simple to the primitive lack of a gift!
  Oleg Rybachenko, in response to this, will start singing:
  - In gift, in gift, in gift - I possess a gift! I do not want to tolerate you, metal thrash I wish to sing!
  Margaret here has taken and will sing:
  - Storm and viking and sword! Storm and viking and sword!
  Here came together the "Maid of Honor" and "Page", and let the shells burst, like the addict vomit during breaking. And spitting out fire and metal.
  Anastasia sang wittily:
  - I thought just a fool shouted a jester ... And now the whole world is under his foot!
  The girl moved her bare, dusty heels and roared:
  - And what legs? The main tail!
  Oleg winked at his partner and with a smile said:
  - I think the other thing is important!
  The minx girl bellowed:
  And the main authors of the case are cool: a noose, an ax, and a sword made of steel!
  Anastasia hoarse:
  - Does not bloom, like a rose, liver from cirrhosis! And from sclerosis, only the brain grows dull!
  And after that the women's battalion once again rolled with giggles ... In fact, what is the original sense of humor in the guys.
  Oleg remembered a relatively new film about "Brest Fortress". There was also a boy there, and a blond-haired, muscular, and handsome man, similar to him. But it was not enough to invent a super-weapon. And as much as two tank divisions destroyed. Now he is a kid-terminator finishes the last tanks and self-propelled guns.
  At one time, Rommel lacked only one tank division to win the battle for the Black Continent. That's how the wheel of fortune spins. And the Germans, reaching Moscow and rolled back to the Volga. And the irony of fate - was a chance to win, or at least, to bring the war in a draw!
  Oleg Rybachenko came up with the song of Vladimir Vysotsky:
  - I confess to you as to the spirit, this is the whole sporting life! Just a moment you are on top! And rapidly rolling down!
  Margarita gladly threw a piece of metal with her foot, though unsuccessfully, flew past the crows and noticed:
  - Yes, just a moment you upstairs! And then one way - a stone down!
  Oleg Rybachenko answered logically:
  - To be hard, does not mean to be a stone!
  Captain Anastasia wittily, supported:
  - Strong mind, not oak brains!
  After that, the gallant trio jumped up and began to dance hopak ... Oleg sang with a head:
  - Oh, yes, an apple and a dove ... Come on, bumble your eye out!
  Margarita added:
  - I"m gouging out my eye, the other one will remain ... Underworld, then you will bow down!
  The last tanks and self-propelled guns were burning out ... And the frightened infantry turned to flight. So the Austrians did not pass on this section of the front.
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up in a joyful mood. And he told what he saw Margarita.
  The girl, to his surprise, replied:
  - I saw the same thing ... But what's the use of this?
  The boy, jumping, exclaimed:
  - But we won!
  Margarita burst out laughing and twisted her finger at the temple:
  - This is just a world of illusions!
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head: - Not! In this case, as with Stalin, it is just a vision of another universe!
  Margarita sang at it sadly:
  - But, and here in the universe a stranger. Where the eternal evil prevails ... Satan is plunged into the abyss - mankind is not lucky!
  The wunderkind boy suggested:
  - We slept for a long time, gained strength ... And now let's run!
  The girl agreed:
  - Wow and run ... It will be a real warm-up!
  And they rushed to the race. Oleg as more athletic took the lead. He remembered a book about a slave boy who also competed with a girl. There it seems the boy then became a warrior. In general, from slaves to warriors is somehow very trite! For some reason, it is even a common stamp. A young man or a boy - first a slave, and then a warrior ...
  But now they are not stupid, but simply stupid tramps who got lost in three pines and cannot help the Red Army in any way. And you should be ashamed of such stupidity.
  Oleg slowed down a bit and asked Margarita on the run:
  - Do you think that by capturing the Middle East, the Germans will sharply increase?
  The girl answered confidently:
  - I do not think that sharply! Oil areas still need to be able to digest! Surely because the wells will be destroyed.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang ironically:
  - Four brothers, degenerate ... Well, what can I do, how can I be! Four brothers from the machine - how can I calm them down!
  Margarita answered this with a classic verse:
  You excuse me for laughing this cocky,
  Your logic is a little wild ...
  Or for you Apollo Voznesensky,
  Worse than a pot pot?
  And the children, hungry, with knocked down, callous legs, laughed merrily. If we consider that laughter replaces a glass of sour cream, but we can assume that the guys have already had breakfast. What, strictly speaking, is not far from the truth.
  Oleg suddenly asked Margarita:
  "What do you think Gorbachev is a CIA agent?"
  The girl shook her head:
  - What could seduce the secretary general when recruiting?
  The boy-child prodigy logically remarked:
  - Gorbachev could be recruited - when he was still a nobody!
  . CHAPTER number 16
  Magda decided that it would be better to distract from the pain in this way, than to whimper, she started singing, moreover from the male name:
  Naughty girl muse,
  That caress, then bummer ...
  Prepositions to gallop and no union
  An avalanche of rhymes will be scrapped!
  
  But that whom I love with all my heart -
  In response, it says what words.
  Crystal love can door
  Open to what the path of the eagle!
  
  After all, believe the sword of the pen more
  In it is hardness - the fluff will rush into the whirlwind!
  Proud proud nobles
  About them the prickly verse will be ...
  
  We created rati glory,
  Where the blood flows, and somewhere sweat.
  Expanded his power
  From the pyramids, to the icy waters.
  
  But at the same time the soul is a lamb
  In her lyre sweet sounds ...
  After all, the voice of the girl call -
  And passion will melt and granite!
  
  Where the word is there the roses burn,
  Where business of an apple blossom ...
  We can not confuse the cold
  And intimidate in vain labor!
  
   We will make the dream come true
   We can overcome the abyss ...
   The whole world will freeze in amazement
   When the grief of the night disappears!
  
   Then the suffering will end,
   A cripple will not be orphans ...
   And will not come to us parting,
   Let the savage creature blowjob the threshold!
  
   Homeland will become the kingdom of God,
   Any of us count the Creator. Only ash pours on deceit,
   Who is honest, good - well done!
  The worst fears of female warriors were not confirmed. They didn"t have to hang for too long (sometimes good people are lucky!). Margaret appeared as an angel from darkness and shouted:
  - All the girls on the way out! Rommel himself gave us the order to relocate. Most likely, we will strike without any pause, and we are thrown into the thick of it. You, of course, run along with everyone.
  Magda and Christina happily exclaimed:
  - We are glad to try Mrs. Gaupman.
  The stomachs of the girls-tigrits have already started to hurt a lot from the tension, let the ordinary person try to make a corner without weight for at least a minute, and they have already hung for two good hours and with a rather big weight.
   And now another level of testing, barefoot and bikini in the desert, and the back of a backpack, weapons and supplies of all kinds. So, they say, like it or not, and run. And so it is dusting barefoot and girls in the summer afternoon across the Sahara. The hot African sands heat the bare girlish soles, which are already very coarse, they are not even smeared with a protective cream. The she-wolves from the SS battalion even to some extent flaunt their invulnerability and patience. Like, the German will not break anything. Kristina on this occasion issued:
  Painted space black dark light
  And it seems that the stars have faded in orbits!
  I want to love, in response, I hear - no,
  The hearts of lovers in smithereens are broken!
  
  I pray you my prince come to me
   I cried oceans of tears in the mountain!
  All chains of prejudice break,
  I want the people to tell you the truth!
  
  Love is more important than duty and crowns
  Kohl need you - I will change the fatherland!
  And put a loved one on the throne,
  After all, for me, my prince is more precious than life!
  
  Magda praised her friend:
  - Well, that's great! Very good!
  Christina added:
  - And when we enter Palestine, it will be even better!
  
   The company dropped to ninety-five female warriors (three were killed, and two more were injured so badly that they remained in the hospital). Where are you going: the war can not do without loss, only the losses do without war! A few female warriors still had scars on their slender, muscular bodies, and a couple of girls were bandaged. Exhausted by long transitions, the tigress didn"t look very belligerent - they inhaled that even their ribs showed through.
  The girls nervously scratched their feet on the sand, they burned and hardened it too itchy and itched brutally. Generally, if there is a place on earth worse Dante's hell, then they found it for themselves in Africa. However, the warriors did not limp, and perhaps even bravat, the fact that they have to experience such cruel deprivations. A kind of moral: the more difficulties the better. Characteristic of Nazism, especially in the radical version of Goebbels, propaganda of asceticism and spiritual value in contrast to the Western bourgeois ideology of consumption. So the girls, blackened by sunburn and dust, barely covered by bikinis, and hung with arms, look like a caricature of American militants. And close to the German base and the border with Sudan ... From there a hot breeze blows, the smell of burning burns, and the clouds in the sky are so rare ... just islands in the Pacific Ocean. Pink sand dunes under the influence of air masses slightly stir, as if captive titans want to cast off the magic of the pagan gods, but at the same time they are suffocating in impotence.
  Magda whispered very quietly to Christine:
  - And when, finally ...
  The red-haired devil answered even quieter:
  - Very soon! Still swallowing!
  Margaret is stunning, screamed:
  - Running, marching step (this team sounds like a frank mockery!)
  Beauties rushed, their hardened, burnt heels flashed against the background of golden, almost steaming sand. Despite the fact that the sun was approaching the zenith, the tigress girls had to run again. That's so almost naked, with a solid burden on his shoulders ...
  Magda frowned, noticed:
  - In the afternoon, they will be seen and shot at a great distance!
  Christine did not agree:
  "It's not all gloomy here." They may not notice us ... Or rather, the whole calculation is based on the fact that a normal person will not run into such a hellish heat in the desert.
  - Especially barefoot! - giggled Magda. And the wind, perhaps, became even hotter. Tomorrow is July 1st ... The hottest month of summer, on the hottest continent of the planet Earth. And girls have to run, dragging with themselves weapons and solid ammunition. Christine remembered a fantastic story, where it was about the distant future. Powerful and seemingly idealistic thinking supercivilization, has banned various species and races in the galaxy to wage real large-scale wars among themselves. Well, since one or other disputes constantly arise between star empires, it is necessary to conduct limited battles with small forces and with approximately equal weapons.
  It seems to be a reasonable idea from the point of view of humanistic thinking, but ... In reality, the Salvation Army supercivilization itself recruited soldiers for these battles, choosing the most cowardly, most inept, or convinced pacifists - who ended up in the army because of mercantile considerations. Yes, they also sent provocateurs to the troops in order to disrupt the battle even before it began ... In short, it was a parody of war, until a person was found that he was able to break this flawed system. That is his vocation - the profession of soldiers, the soul of a warrior. And the end of an unexpected Hollywood - there was not without the participation of a woman!
  Everything is as it should be - what kind of work, without true love and passion?
  Lost in thought, warrior Christina, stepped on her bare foot, on a bummer of a cactus, she was numb, but the girl didn"t even pay attention to it ...
  It was possible to break the flawed order without war, and therefore prowess in the universe of a not joyful future, ultimately with the help of love. And Christina loved so far only in dreams, or in dreams. She was hot and at the same time depraved virgin. And she discharged her stormy temperament in training and wars. And what love is - that is why blood is flowing rapidly!
  Red-headed angel, shook off a drop of sweat. Strange, but poets most often rhyme love and blood. Apparently, this is due to the fact that the males have developed a craving for violence towards the female. Man, however, is not an animal, in the sense that he is able to think rationally ... But on the other hand, Christian morality is completely alien to him.
  That which Jesus teaches for a man and especially a strong man is so unnatural and causes a strong rejection that the success of Christianity was contrary to logic ... But, after all, not only Christianity, any religion has a certain paradox and imposition on a person of certain restrictions. Moreover, often very very foolish ...
   A full and already overcast night has already arrived (yet the wind is not too far from the clouds that have caught up with the sea), when the girls-tigresses finally reached the goal.
  Before them was the English base, and even with the airfield. And, judging by the high-caliber machine-gun mounted with shafts, towers, barbed wire, and concrete runways, it was equipped for a long time. The British occupied Egypt in 1882, setting up a puppet regime there. Now the Germans planned to do the same.
  Disappointed Margaret began to examine the base and the airfield at a special, fancifully wound army binoculars. She was joined by several more corporal girls. Already having experience of war, since when she was still a fledgling scout and liaison in Spain, as well as a ruthless warrior in Poland, France and Yugoslavia, Margaret prudently estimated the odds. The airfield was protected quite strongly, including anti-aircraft artillery. And there were a lot of planes on it. By the way, it is strange that the British keep so much aviation in one place, without having concentrated it, on field airfields? Maybe there is a false target, but are real planes located elsewhere? There are a lot of machine gun towers, even there are three tanks "Matilda" and four "Cromwell". If you turn up, you can not do without blood.
  Margaret beckoned two defending, but certainly very strong and skilled warriors. Splashed them backlash with a whip, so that even cinnamon with suntan chest swayed. Having made a brutal face, she strictly ordered:
  - Christina and Magda order you: to penetrate the territory of the airfield, and find out what kind of aircraft are there. So scout to the details of the defense!
  The tigress girls obediently nodded their heads: an order, there is an order, and it must be executed. And how - that's their problem. Magda and Cristina quickly went to the airfield. Fire warrior suggested:
  - Let's catch the language and take away his form. Then, dressing, we penetrate the airfield. There's a little frolic there!
  Blonde Magda somewhat confusedly remarked:
  - We must first find this language. Then you think they are roaming the desert? And you can catch them like this in crowds?
  Christina whistled red lips:
  - Of course. For example, there is a guard near the tanks, because they stand outside the perimeters of the towers. There you can watch and watch, and on occasion ...
  - Tank grab and ride? - Krivenko smiled Magda.
  Christina, with a toed, nodded in agreement:
  - And that is quite possible. Although we were given the order only to conduct reconnaissance. To raise a noise without a command ... You know yourself what the initiative is when the war is fraught with!
  Magda sighed heavily.
  - Unfortunately, I know very well!
  The girls-tigresses, almost not hiding, ran towards the tanks. The sentries were also from among the blacks - they smoked cigarettes, and the practical ones did not see anything. Only one of them was a white race, and, it seems, an officer. But he was under a fair hop. Magda was surprised: how do the British behave? Are they not afraid of sabotage, attacks of the Arabs, or bold attacks of the Germans? True, perhaps tormented by the tormenting heat, as well as gloomy news from the front, usually the cold-blooded Englishmen began to plump. In general, Magda recalled from the textbooks: the type of Englishman, as a cold subject and without emotions, is nothing more than a myth. In addition, the Scots and the Irish to drink is not fools. Well, and the negros in this respect are completely dammed - they are shyzeyut from a meager dose, as, by the way, the Japanese.
  Girls-tigress never forgive anything. The seizure of the head, and a dagger in the throat, exactly in the carotid artery - this time. But there is a reception and spectacular, they removed the second pair of sentries, hit her palm in the chin, then turned, slightly lifting her head. The crunch and neck collapsed.
  Christina winked at her friend:
  "So we just shoot them." Like pears from trees!
  Magda gently retorted:
  - There is an even simpler way - for example, a shot from a silent weapon. And so their ruchnki dirty - not good.
  Christine scornfully, like a big predatory cat snorted:
  - You landed man Shell. You are not in the romance of enjoying the beauty of battle. Everything is so primitive. Is it really interesting to shoot?
  The snow-white Devil interrupted her friend:
  - You better see, there is also the eighth tank. He was pretty cleverly disguised as a haystack. But I immediately understood why this sun should dry the grass when even the camel would not want to eat it after that.
  Christine agreed:
  - Yes, this is quite logical observation. Tank, it will be necessary to see what. Probably one of the newest ...
  Magda scooped up a bit of hay and immediately whistled:
  - Wow, yes he has a collapsible barrel. For the first time I see this technique. Probably American, be they wrong!
  Fire devil interrupted the snow-white warrior:
  - And now we penetrate the airfield. Only there also dogs run. This is still a problem of problems.
  Magda hurried to calm her friend:
  - I can influence dogs and therefore I will go alone. Fortunately, an officer from among the white smooth-shaven and medium height. His uniform will be in time for me. I already face change.
  The girl-tigress, in fact, rapidly impose makeup. And that they were also taught this in a special school. Christine did not object:
  - You go, and while I will deal with a new tank. It also has something useful for German military science. But here Shell, I beg you, do not stay long as soon as you finish the inspection, so I will fight back.
  Even the jerboa in response waved a brush - they say, do not pump up the blond!
  A blonde girl with a smile replied:
  - I will do everything very quickly. As far as possible.
  Christine did not pay any attention to her friend, and completely engaged in the study of the tank. Here she discovered several discoveries. First, the tank had two welded guns. A long-barreled 76-millimeter cannon with a collapsible barrel and a 47-milliliter short-barreled gun for firing fragmentation shells. In general, the weapons are quite rich, especially for 1942 and the African continent. By the way, the gun had a rather interesting and compact muzzle brake, and apparently it was a famous seventeen-foot instrument that was not yet used in practice, but it was already widely advertised in Goebbels of the Royal Service of Britain.
  The girl-tigress raked the surface and found on the hatch eagle emblem and the inscription in English: "Made in the USA." Christine swore:
  - Well, as always suspected - this is an American quickie. Apparently set Britain on our soul! And it never occurred to them that the German tanks for this would pass through New York.
  To open the hatch was not so easy, but the girls, of course, pedantically and at the same time, which sounds paradoxically creative, were taught this as well. So take like an obstacle, it was a matter of honor.
  Magda, meanwhile, deftly imitated a drunken gait and walked to the entrance to the airfield. And then she felt the difference between the British and German mentality. The lazy voice of the sentry asked:
  - And what's the matter you are Peter.
  Magda answered shortly:
  - On a personal!
  - Come on in! Magda was inside the airfield. She inspected the aircraft, and noticed everything, including Shrovetide spots on the fuselage, spilled gasoline and so on. Then it immediately became clear to her that at least two thirds of the more than two hundred planes were skillfully made camouflage. Nevertheless, there were also real vehicles, including the powerful Lancaster, capable of carrying up to six tons of aerial bombs. To scout Magda, two bulldogs ran up.
   The tigress girl gently stroked them and went on. When there are so many planes on one relatively small area, it makes an impression, especially on romantic natures.
  Here are these winged cars, how they look in their ranks, well, all the poured knights of the Teutonic Order who came to conquer the Slavs. Only much more massive and scary. The Germans, as a rule, preferred very massive, well-protected knight armor. In this case, even if the payment will be a decrease in the mobility of a warrior. But in the modern world, the path was taken to the use of maneuverable fighters. The same Me-109 still weighs less than its English opponents.
  And here these winged knights are standing and waiting for something, and the smell of the thundering and deadly technicians of the twentieth century smells of them.
  Magda, however, is not particularly pleasant to walk, her girlish legs have lost the habit of their boots, and they have already begun to rub them. Moreover, the British did not show much imagination: having placed real planes on the one hand, even the red shelf of the distinction is visible. Well, this, in general, is understandable why, so that the British pilots, and even with a drunken eye, did not confuse anything. And so in general, you can already return.
  Magda headed back, and even began to stagger stronger. Then they released her back without asking, and only sniffing at the shepherd dogs, whined slightly. The snow-white devil whispered softly to them:
  - Nothing soon you will change the owners!
  And again, slowly back ... And the wind has become much fresher, it will soon start to get light ...
  In the meantime, Kristina figured out the tank ... It was an experimental Mn-16 "D" model. In general, the tank is quite powerful and the system of hydraulic control of machine guns (in the style, or rather, in the system characteristic of the newest fighters!). With a large ammunition, and automatic charging system. The tank for its time is the newest, and even it is not clear why the British showed such carelessness, protecting it so carelessly? Maybe it was the arrogance characteristic of many nations that worked, someone else"s can"t be good, which means you don"t need to take care of it!
  Before the arrival of Magda, the fire-fighting beautiful warrior tanked the tank and checked the ammunition. The blonde warrior, throwing off her hated boots from the feet of the goddess of war and quickly reported the situation to her partner.
  Christina conveyed what Margaret heard, and then her face lit up tighter:
  - Magdochka now our girls are attacking the enemy. And we allowed to hit the enemy immediately, using these tanks.
  Snow-white warrior exclaimed:
  - This is what we dreamed about! Well, what's the car on the go?
  Christina reasonably confirmed:
  - Works. Americans have tanks are always better tankers.
  Indeed, the car started up from the first turn. What is interesting the engines are noisy loud. Tigress girls, for example, knew that the T-34 rumbled at the Russians, so ... This tank could be used against the British colonial troops to disperse the natives.
  And the warriors flooded a hefty fifty-five tons car. However, it was controlled quite easily, although of course worse than the lighter T-4. Motors were fixed on Mp-16 at once five, but this, perhaps, even increased the survivability of the tank in battle.
  The girls-tigress without thinking twice opened fire on the machine-gun towers. The first hit by fragmentation projectile and, flying upside down beaten "cubs".
  The English, as was to be expected, the attack caused a panic. Shooting was indiscriminate, and the girls still managed to hook up and machine guns. Christina wanted to cover the Lancaster with a well-aimed shot, but on the radio, Margaret ordered her harshly:
  - Spare enemy aircraft, we will capture them safe and sound.
  Well, what to spare so, spare. It is better to destroy the towers and choose human victims. Such well-aimed hits.
  The remaining female warriors, meanwhile (they were already getting closer), got into the British tanks. At the opening of the hatches it took only half a minute, and then the buildup. In general, girls-tigress, even almost did not pay attention to the airfield, and just moved to the English base. At the same time they hit the barracks where the enemy soldiers were located, as well as the sleeping pilots.
  Margaret roared like a bear during estrus:
  - Do not shoot at a fuel depot! He himself will come in handy!
  Christina and Magda crushed a pair of machine-gun towers using a large mass of their tank. Girls-tigress literally reduced stomachs from laughter. Like, how cool they are. But the main work still performed machine guns. It was necessary not to let the enemy pilots to the aircraft, not to let them fly. But a few warriors themselves broke to the British cars and sat down at the helm. And what is possible now and in the base to embed, the benefit of them, and similar flight training is provided. Yes, and the planes are fueled with full ammunition. Here such Masha-Malasha turns out.
  Magda snapped a small wedge from the garage with a precise shot. Eight tanks with crews of tigrits, began to violently destroy the huge British base. Tanks without special ceremony crushed the gate and all poured lead. That even the barracks flamed. Confused Englishmen and natives of all kinds jumped out of them. There was already a battle, in fact, there wasn"t, and millet was going on a total beating. True, some soldiers of Britain and machine-gun towers fired. Even on the armor of the tank, lead gradins pounded. Christine roared like an angry panther:
  - Well, that you are lovers of oysters and oatmeal, finally realized what a real war. Very soon we will be in London!
  Christine sang, skaly teeth:
   What should we do in Albion
  Where slippery frogs are a quack!
  Though in attack legions
  But hit with a bayonet in the nickle!
  Christine winced brow, negatively shook her head:
  - No, this is not the song that inspires for feats! And it should be different!
  And the fire-fighting, laughing warrior as a dolbanet from a machine gun. So in different directions and flew shreds of meat, and a dozen Englishmen collapsed at once.
  And the very heavy tank, let's crush the enemy soldiers, "smoothing" them with an iron. Under the caterpillars crunched bones. And the enemy here began to scatter in all directions. But then jumped the enemy "Matilda". So according to her Magda lupanet armor-piercing.
  - Get the "fescue" grenade, sing a serenade!
  This time the projectile landed right in the butt between the turret and the hull, and the tank shook well, drove to the side. At the same time, the gas tank detonated, and immediately a red-red flame exploded.
  Blonde Devil could not resist the severity:
  - Matilda gets a mate - the result will be funny!
  Christina slapped her partner with a callused palm on her sinewy thighs:
  - And you're a good fellow, my girlfriend! Here and then sing!
  Nevertheless, it seems that someone from the British mistakenly, or maybe deliberately, fired at the fuel tank. A dirty brown bush of gasoline flame thundered and bloomed. Magda gave a long line of rapid-fire, assault 9-mm machine gun. About forty English soldiers lodged on the spot. A few wounded without any pity trampled wide tracks of the American tank. Magda giggled sourly.
  - This is not lipstick! What is turn into flat cakes!
  And the redhead, shameless devil did not forget to insert:
  - How not to twist, and pancakes stamped with a tank are better than cow feces!
  The girls quickly smashed three more wedges. Magda was directing, and Christina fed the shells, and the charging was carried out automatically. And they themselves got a shell on the armor. It seems and not scary for the 80-millimeter defense of the tower, but it is thoroughly buzzing. Christine burned her fingers and squealed:
  - Here they are the gifts of the Marquis Carabas! Maybe them something sharper podperchim and salted?
  Magda splits another "monster" with a projectile:
  - What a dish, what a dish - to take everything with you! Sorry we do not fight often - a rare beast, such a slaughter!
  Christina, suddenly slapping her forehead, remembered:
  - But after all, Snow White with a gun for a long time from you, we did not hear the songs! Sing a flower do not be ashamed!
  The pearl-haired warrior sang, and her voice was so Divine and Devilish in one bottle, that the siren next to her had nothing to do;
  Himself to fight in the hearts of the mind,
  Character sculpts - God the Creator,
  He creates with the sword of the hero,
  All generations sample!
  
  But you yourself can fight,
  Raised, hordes win!
  The soul of an eagle and a lion is not a hare,
  Such power and holy men!
  
  Let there be an enemy like a persecuted dog
  And our strong cut diamond shield!
  Edge of the dawn forever darling,
  For grief, the death of a fighter will reward!
  
  Do not believe stupid pacifists,
  What Jesus taught to endure ... To rye bloom under the sky clean
  You need to become strong like a bear!
  
  In fights we are full of ardent passion
  And with stormy blood, young ...
  Break the hell apart
  Where are the legions with Satan!
  
  And everyone knows that the Creator;
  He taught you to strengthen your muscle!
  Do not waste your time on stupidity,
  Otherwise, with punishment will come to you!
  
  Powerlessness chief is a vice
  It gave birth to malice, meanness ...
  Pay frills to invaders -
  Forget about valor, honor and pride!
  
  But contrary to all misfortunes you
  Sad brother do not give in!
  Let all dreams come true -
  Let's dance with a sweet in a smooth waltz!
  
  What else can the Lord give?
  Yes, the world beyond the grave ...
  Suffering in the life of this flesh,
  Everything is not as smooth as a novel ...
  
  Know your land man-
  Build yourself happiness on it ...
  Motion and progress running -
  Give over the universe - the power!
   . CHAPTER number 17
  The boy and the girl ran for a long time, until the legs that had become thin from constant malnutrition finally did not strike. Then we went to the step.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - There was such a film - "The Land of Traps", and there the unfortunate Makar got lost among three pines and all the cones fell on him.
  Margarita, having sighed heavily, remarked:
  - But this is just some kind of horror ... Like hell without fire!
  The boy prodigy noticed:
  - In hell, we are now ... Although nature is heavenly!
  Margarita remarked with some skepticism:
  "Why are planes flying so rarely over us?"
  Oleg suggested:
  "Perhaps we are too far from the front line." But generally I thought that calm would reign in the east, and the Germans slightly tightened ours at Voronezh.
  The girl, having sighed heavily, noticed:
  - Such a black war is coming!
  Oleg Rybachenko suggested this:
  - Come on to make it a little lighter in the soul, we will sing!
  Margarita with a smile confirmed:
  - Of course! This is the best you could think of!
  The boy-child prodigy sang loudly;
  I am a pioneer and the son of my era
  I love marching under the mountain formation!
  The affairs of the young warrior are not bad,
  With the enemies of the Fatherland, there will be dust and mincemeat!
  
  We believe in Lenin's covenants,
  What will be a miracle - communism ...
  In poems, feats are sung,
  Flying just up and one step down!
  
  But the fascist cursed attacked
  He very meanly entered ...
  For us Christ asked crucified,
  To endure the Lord gave strength!
  
  How hard was this battle
  Run in the snow barefoot ...
  But the team wise Stalin,
  He caught the Fuhrer by force!
  
  We won near Moscow,
  A steel strike was struck ...
  By his power young
  Nazis prepared shame!
  
  The boy, the girls fought,
  We are a little age or how much ..
  We see communism gave,
  Reich crush at a time with the sword! Yes, it is very difficult for us boys
  Sharing a crust for three ...
  The war is too heavy
  We are barefoot like sparrows ...
  
  But Stalingrad became the turning point,
  Although the ruins smoke ...
  But we will build a new city,
  Let the squad thin out!
  
  We fought at Kursk, guys
  We "Tiger" tried to devour ...
  But also boys and girls,
  Exam passed only five!
  
  The fascists were firmly received,
  We drove them scared, we strongly ...
  Screw IP mighty miles,
  The days of the Reich can be seen numbered!
  
  We entered the Komsomol famously,
  The oath was taken by loving ...
  And it even became somehow quiet,
  What is heard that roars child!
  
  Here Vistula quickly passed,
  And the Oder seemed to be shallow ...
  We Wehrmacht cool so broke
  Floating mound of bloody bodies!
  
  Berlin is already taken - the land is free,
  In the squares they started dancing ...
  We fought honestly, nobly,
  In a difficult hour for the Motherland!
  
  Fatherland now you are in power,
  Free, full of construction sites!
  At first we were youngsters,
  Now the star gives the country!
  
  Of course, it is a pity very fallen,
  But saint Jesus will come ...
  And he will raise up all the spirit of them that gave.
  Years are endless!
  The song is a song, but the forces still end sooner or later. And then the boy and the girl, finally exhausted, fell into a place where the grass was higher and thicker and fell asleep.
  The dream was now a telepathic perception of reality. Albeit a slightly cheating alternative story.
   Sitting at a polished black sandalwood lacquer table, Stalin was looking through the GKO order ready for promulgation - 227. Marshal of the USSR, Supreme Commander, Hero of the USSR, Minister of Defense, Chairman of the Council of People"s Commissars, Chairman of the State Defense Committee ... How many posts does he have. But even in the forty-first year, He was only a modest secretary of the Central Committee, not even the head of state and not the first in the party.
  Now Stalin has a huge, almost unlimited power, but it doesn"t please, but rather it is.
  How mournful is the face of Ivan the Terrible, the first Russian tsar-autocrat. He seems to be saying: "Monomakh's hat is heavy, but without you it is even harder!"
  Stalin turns his gaze away from the Great King-Conqueror, the truth of the loser, although his main Livonian War is not crushing! But if He loses Dzhugashvili, it will not even be crushing, but in general the greatest catastrophe is more terrible than the Mongol-Tatar yoke.
  The look of the Supreme Commander runs away.
  For example, field marshal Mikhail Kutuzov, than a portrait hangs right in front of the leader. Decided to surrender Moscow. The hardest decision, which later led to victory. But over him, after all, the head of state is Tsar Alexander the First.
  The ruler of which no one ever counted among the great, in spite of the great territorial gains, the victory over Napoleon the Great Himself.
  But Alexander shared power with Kutuzov, and over Kutuzov - the king commanded. Formally, by the way there is nothing unlimited autocrat. While Stalin is still limited to the terms of the GKO, this collective dictator. And the most important decisions are made collectively.
  Although this is most likely a formality. In fact, Stalin as an oriental despot ... Was he like that in the thirty-seventh year? Not really. Otherwise, why all these repressions were needed if not for the approval of personal despotism. After all, he understood, then most of those who went under the ax are innocent. But it was the desire for the power of the despot, to create an atmosphere of fear and pushed the head of the NKVD - the psychopath Yezhov. AND gently encourage excessive cleansing so that people fear their own shadow. And when a person is afraid, he needs a strong Father, which means that someone is "forced" to take over the functions of a dictator.
  Now the power is real and almost limitless, but instead of enjoying it has become a heavy burden. If before Stalin felt power as a drug, from the very moment when people followed him at a rally in Tbilisi, even though there were only a few dozen, of the moment when the great empire became in fact his patrimony.
  But right now the sensation of defeat is more acute than ever. Even in the forty-first year, it was somewhat calmer. Win time and rebuild. That is the hope ...
  The threat of Japan"s entry into the war, makes the calculation that it will be possible to deplete the war to exhaustion. In this case, the axis powers have an advantage in both economic and human resources. So do not win, just fighting.
  Only if the Soviet troops show the ability to fight a couple of times better than they fought before, does this give a chance of victory.
  Well, the calculations on the new technique. That will be able to create something effective and yet affordable, simple, cheap.
  In the meantime, you can only count on the resistance of the soldiers.
  One of the developments in the field of creating super-weapons could be the further evolution of the Katyusha. But what will the fascists, crawling like invulnerable scarabs, answer to this? Moreover, rocket artillery is not very accurate, and not so effective in defense. The Nazis as they reported intelligence, increase the production of tanks and aircraft. So, it is necessary to solve problems, first of all, creating defensive armament. Well, with machine guns they have it easier.
  Vasilevsky made a strategic prediction: the fascists should be exhausted, somewhere to late autumn. Plus, natural difficulties due to severe weather conditions. It is unlikely that the Fritz will succeed in fully adapting to the harsh Russian winter. And then there will be a chance for a fracture.
  But it will happen in that case. If the Red Army, something itself will remain in reserve.
  The factor of discovery by Japan, which famously opened the front for new victories, under Midway is another arena of battle ... The attacks of millions of well-trained and brave soldiers to the Far East. This may also deprive the Red Army of the chances of a decisive change.
  What then? Here Beria even intended to make an attempt on Hirohito. Which, apparently, is most likely absurd.
  First, the emperor is guarded by selected ninja fighters who are cooler than any guards and rangers. And secondly, the determination of the Japanese to fight to the end of this only grows.
  Other options? Provocations? Face Japan and Germany foreheads?
  The latter, in principle, is possible only when there is a common border between the Third Reich and the Country of the Rising Sun. For example, on the Indus River ...
  Otherwise, these are just dreams ... But there is concern if the Wehrmacht will strike in the event of the final defeat of the British in Egypt and the Far East from the territory of Iraq?
  This is much more dangerous, especially if the Ottoman Empire employs its kulak synchronously from the southern borders. After all, the Turks have long wanted to be counted with Russia for the old historical insults.
  Stalin made notes on the map with a pencil, thought about it ... Send troops to Iraq or keep better, what is left in Iran? After all, now they can not afford a dangerous dispersion of forces. Although on the other hand, simply covering the south of Azerbaijan is also not an option.
  Here, as a chess game, the Great Strategist Mikhail Moisevich taught - if playing, simply reflect the threat; strategic failure is inevitable!
  In a difficult position, you should definitely look for counterplay, even if you have to make sacrifices.
  Stalin was thinking about the fact that the Germans, despite the transfer of some forces to Africa, nevertheless launched an offensive against Voronezh. Hitler adventurer and with less power, managed to achieve great success.
  It was good to put pressure on the Fritz in the center, but Japan was distracted by mobilizing more and more soldiers and transferring substantial forces to Manchuria.
  It was necessary to strengthen the army in the Far East. In general, it was necessary to recognize: open up the Land of the Rising Sun in the forty-first year - perhaps it would not have been possible to keep the capital of Russia. And then there would have been a different story. But now the situation is worse nowhere.
  Stalin wondered if the world could offer the Germans? If they capture the entire Middle East and conquer most of Africa, then strategically the war will be lost. It was also a great temptation to propose a truce in order to gain time and ... to scare away Japan from the second front. If the USSR has its hands untied, then it will become wrong to attack in the Far East.
  On the other hand, the truce will also sell the paws to Hitler, and then he will even seize the best of Britain. That is, the risk was obtained double-edged. Stalin figured in his mind. Every month, half a million recruits are drafted into the Red Army. This means that in a year you can accumulate ten million well-trained soldiers with tanks and aircraft. And then count with Fritz. But the Third Reich could also become too strong - by obtaining the resources of Africa and Britain, by placing a pro-German monarch there. Plus, still looming over the Soviet Caucasus from the south.
  The leader hesitated ... He was in difficulty. And the continuation of the war with Germany is undesirable, and the world too. According to the latest data, Hitler called adolescents into the army. These youths were left in Europe to occupy the occupying service, and all more or less combat-ready units were thrown into Africa, the Middle East, and the Eastern Front. German workers were replaced by foreigners from among foreigners, and women and teenagers were supervisors. In addition, the number of Hiwi and foreign divisions increased dramatically.
  This allowed the Fritz to significantly increase the number of Wehrmacht, and they now had enough strength to push in both directions at once. What the fascists are still lacking is technology. But the release of weapons from them is growing rapidly. To the machines put prisoners of war, and even children, where possible. The factories of the Third Reich are transferred to a three-shift watch, and they have much more equipment than the USSR.
  As it turned out, at the expense of the resources of the occupied countries, one can recruit slaves for production. So free the Germans to replenish the Wehrmacht. By this and the reserves in the Third Reich are now forming faster. This allows the fascists to develop an offensive on the eastern front and in Africa.
  All that is trivial - mobilize women and adolescents to be supervisors - the work is not tricky, put foreigners on the machines, and you can put millions of Germans on the Wehrmacht. And here the superiority of the USSR in human resources is fading away. Since Europe is not cool, it has more population than Russia. Plus, territorial losses during the war and former Soviet citizens mobilized in various militias.
  It turned out that in reality these were Germans, taking into account the occupied territories and resources stronger than the USSR. And industrial terms, and manpower. And then the United States, having received a crushing blow from Japan, actually turned the bombings of the Third Reich. But Britain itself could not cause significant damage to the Fritz. And the release of weapons in Germany and the occupied lands grew like a snowball falling from a mountain.
  What allowed the Nazis, in the end, will return to Operation Blau and launch an offensive in the Caucasus. And put the USSR in an extremely difficult situation.
  Stalin now thought what to do, and felt a kind of dead end. Not enough resources and time. Evacuated plants have not yet earned full force. The enormous losses of the officers and personnel in the very first months of the war have not yet been filled. The Red Army has not yet recovered or strengthened, but it is necessary to repel the onslaught of Japan.
  To wage war on two fronts of forces was not enough. The USSR suffered too much damage from the very beginning in order to replenish all this, and even in such a time frame.
  The initiative of the Wehrmacht, which is now stronger, and most importantly able to strengthen and form new reserves, no less quickly than Russia. And the ratio of irretrievable losses is still in favor of the fascists. That is, a vicious circle has arisen - when the advantage of the enemy grows with each month. And then the hope is not on the exhaustion of the Wehrmacht, but it may be possible for the Fritz and the Japanese to somehow outplay ...
  Stalin glanced at the portrait of Suvorov ... Indeed, this commander knew how to win victories, yielding numbers. True, superior to the quality of their soldiers. Obviously, without better command than the Germans, victory was not won. Just where to find the second Suvorov. And the German commanders of the odd Turks and even the French. They know how to command that we must admit!
  Stalin, being in a state of depression, made several sketches on paper.
  The phone rang and the Supreme Commander reported on the new successes of the damned fascists in the south. Well, after that, do not get mad.
  In theory, it would be necessary to collect T-bills and make a discussion of current problems. Consult with generals and even marshals. But in a bad position as Botvinnik used to say - all moves are bad. And in this situation, it is difficult to find something digestible ...
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up and with a very sad look said to Margarita:
  - What matters are bad at the fronts?
  An excellent girl answered, struggling to contain her rage:
  - Of course! And while we sit here like monkeys on palm trees!
  The boy moved his fist to his chin with hatred and said:
  - Lost in the woods. And there is no move for us because of this!
  Margarita with a smile suggested:
  - Let me move you on the head and your head will work!
  Oleg Rybachenko grinned:
  - And I will learn Chinese!
  The girl confirmed with a smile:
  - Why not? After all, you are capable!
  The boy walked with bare soles on the thorns, catching tingling sensations in the calluses stuffed in the forest. It's pretty nice, so the boy's feet itch from hardened skin.
  Then Oleg abruptly turned and, with a cry of Kyi, slammed into a birch trunk. The tree shook. The boy noticed:
  - It is necessary in any case to be able to fight! I will practice!
  The girl timidly asked her partner:
  - teach and you me, please!
  Oleg willingly agreed:
  - Together, perhaps, it will be even more fun!
  The boy was already good at fighting with his hands, but now he also trained his legs, dividing the stretch. Margarita moved after him. The girl, very thin, and her legs became thin as a toe. And the dress hung, as if on a scarecrow and exploded.
  Oleg thought, and he himself like someone? Perhaps, too, far from handsome!
  However, the young fighters trained with enthusiasm. The girl waved her bare, scratched legs, and quite famously. Although so far without systemic. Oleg, too, was guided more by how he saw it in action movies. But he did everything with great enthusiasm ...
  After training, the children really wanted to eat ... And here they were lucky again. The hare, the first meat of the Hajj in the woods during the long weeks, fell into a snare. Only now try to eat such a beast ... Oleg Rybachenko without thinking twice - hunger is not an aunt, he took it and bit it through the skin. He tore off the wool and began to torment the juicy meat.
  Margarita, curious, feeling a mixture of desire and nausea, asked:
  - Well, how?
  The boy prodigy sincerely replied:
  - Imagine delicious!
  The hungry girl's eyes glittered and she bellowed:
  - Give me! I also want to!
  Oleg Rybachenko confidently answered:
  - Enough for us!
  Raw, fresh hare meat and in fact tasty for hungry stomachs. And it's nice for a rolling, guys language. And you want to chew it and swallow large chunks.
  The girl for cutting the skin has adapted a metal cover, a cell phone. It turned out to be quite convenient. Hungry children with healthy, large teeth gnawed on the tender bones of the hare, and were smeared with blood like vampires. Do not disdain to devour and the insides of the animal. And what try to spend a month on some berries and plums, then you will understand. And growing organisms require animal proteins. The one that now honors guys turned into savages. That smeared their faces with blood. Oleg felt something cool in himself and enjoyed the fact that he could eat raw living creatures like this.
  The children gnawed almost all the bones, and finished off the animal, leaving only bloody scraps of wool. At the same time, they themselves were smeared like Indians during coloring. And without that torn clothes smeared to a terrible state.
  When it turned out that the hare was over, the guys felt heaviness in the filled stomachs. I wanted to sleep ... But Oleg shouted:
  - We must wash! And we are so dirty!
  I had to go and look for the stream, which is not so easy in the forest. On the way, the guys wiped the sticky blood with leaves. From this, however, she only smeared.
  Oleg remembered the series about the American boxer. Like the one after the fight was literally drenched in blood. This is really drama. The boy participated in boxing competitions, and was even the champion of Moscow among children. But this, of course, did not make him equal Rocky. However, Rybachenko wanted to learn cool, fight and kick.
  Oleg asked the girl:
  "Do you think that if the Germans see us they will be scared?"
  Margarita confidently answered:
  - Will skip to Moscow!
  The boy after these words, stood on his hands, and walked upside down.
  Then he sang from modern hits:
  - Fatal year, may you not believe me ... One thousand nine hundred and ninety nine! The devil will turn with golden horns, three nines to the top with their feet!
  Margarita then enthusiastically repeated:
  - The devil will turn with golden horns, three nines to the top with their feet!
  The children have not gotten dark yet, wandering in search of a streamlet. Only when it was already completely black, plopped into cold water. Gladly splashed, especially as a bunch of flies flew at them.
  But on the contrary, mosquitoes did not bite children. Maybe the blood of the twenty-first century seemed too poisoned and modern?
  The guys, however, did not wash their clothes in cold water. She was stained. Themselves splashed ... It became cold at night, and it was dumb to sleep.
  Throwing off the wet children, they rushed to run away naked in the warm place.
  Oleg, chattering his teeth from the cold, remarked:
  - Vysotsky loved sports songs. And while he drank!
  Margarita answered with a laugh. - Who does not smoke and does not drink that healthy will die!
  The boy prodigy rationally remarked:
  - If a person has died, it means that he was already unhealthy!
  This only made the girl funnier, she replied:
  - Well in our years ... You seem immortal!
  Oleg asked with a smile:
  - Do you believe an immortal soul?
  Margarita, actively jumping, and turning her legs in place, replied:
  - Rather yes than no! In the dream we fly, so, we remember how we were spirits!
  The child prodigy agreed with this:
  - Flying in a dream, very much like the flight of an incorporeal soul. Maybe it really is a memory ...
  The girl after a pause blurted out:
  "But at the expense of the doctrine of hell and paradise ... Something seems to me doubtful!"
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded and suggested:
  - It really looks primitive: the paradise of the righteous is a hell for sinners. I think life will not end in the future, and resettlement and other worlds take place.
  Margarita carefully noted:
  "I saw before myself where people were plunged into a state of hypnosis, and they remembered their past lives. So there is something.
  A clever boy prodigy countered:
  "Perhaps these are false memories." Although that is ... For example, I knew a kid who remembered his previous incarnation in Heinrich of Navarre.
  The girl was surprised to note:
  - And when you talk to you, it seems to be dealing with an older man. And not a boy who is only twelve!
  The boy replied angrily:
  - In November there will be thirteen! And then we spent a month, if not more! I hope to live until my majority!
  Margarita giggled and gave out:
  "And kiss me everywhere - eighteen to me already!"
  Oleg laughed and reminded:
  - And under Stalin, vodka and cigarettes were sold, without age restrictions!
  The girl grimaced:
  - Do you need this crap?
  The boy-wunderkind confidently answered:
  - Of course not! Throw a pack of rusted cigarettes in the urn!
  Margarita sighed heavily:
  - How tired I am ... It is already getting light, and you can sleep!
  . CHAPTER number 18.
  And in Egypt, the fighting still raged. The fearless warriors of all the adversaries successfully smashed and sang on the move;
  Magda finished on the top note, but here Christina slightly poked her foot, right bare heel, in a strong, tanned press:
  - Why are you singing about Christian values? We are Aryans, not Christians. Snow White is completely stunned!
  Magda shook her head frantically, while her arms were not shifted to control the machine gun:
  - Sorry! Has confused Orthodox Russia with pagan Prussia! Too hard to shoot and compose at the same time!
  Christine, without stopping to lead an effective, straightening English enemies with fire, shook her long, black eyelashes. And putting another row of enemies in the coffin, as if the siren giggled:
  - On the bill how to compose is a debatable question, but shooting is easy and simple!
  Indeed, numerous English officers and soldiers, snatching white handkerchiefs, began to surrender vigorously. At the same time, they were so frightened that they rattled all sorts of nonsense, or even howled. Several thousand crazed with fear, the colonial soldiers (Arabs and blacks), as well as several hundred, no less cowardly, pale-faced Englishmen, were pulled into the top of their arms. Even from the tanks appeared white rags. As they say - they found a different method of protection - more reliable than active armor!
  The tigress girls giggled - that's the way to do it - never give up!
  Magda jumped out of the tank and deliberately ran barefoot on a glowing rut. Christina, however, did not think to give in to her friend, and her bare, tanned girlish legs gleamed as if flocks of gazelle were rushing by. Rough, but round and graceful girlish heels caressed the blue flames. But the tigress warriors just squealed in return.
  Here the captive Negro did not restrain his lust, rushed at them and received a crushing blow from Christina"s fire retardant in the solar plexus, and then spitting out a large clot of mucus and blood from his mouth, finally subsided.
  This, as it turned out, was the last flash of resistance. Now the English soldiers were finally broken. Captives standing on their feet turned out to be more than three thousand. However, about five hundred British tigresses who were unable to stand up due to injuries unceremoniously shot, exactly one bullet at the back of the head pulled to one another: to which both they are tormented and burden Wehrmacht with an extra burden. As Himmler said: charity should not exceed the limits of economic expediency.
  The tigress girls ordered captive stunned to dig holes to put the dead there. It was already quite light, and the smoke from the destroyed base was spread over a long distance.
  Magda suddenly remembered the film, as in this heroic case, one of the main characters after a difficult victory sadly dragged out the pipe. And the medieval warriors, taking the assassination for Satan, opened fire on their own commander. However, this time, the victory was easy enough, but one of the girls still found her unkind girlfriend - death, five beauties were injured, and some - or rather two rather hard.
  German planes appeared in the sky from the west side. The girls greeted them with joyful glee. SS Haupman, an aggressively beautiful woman-hero Margaret, naychivshis, and playing with muscles, rolling under the chocolate skin, announced:
  - Our troops are successfully attacking. So we have no time to stand still. The prisoners let them bind themselves, and we will lock them in the hangar, leaving a dozen tigresses for protection. And the rest will continue to rush for the enemy.
  Christina and Magda strongly feared that they would be entrusted with the protection of broken slaves, prisoners of war, who had turned into a submissive herd, because the girls had already become excited and they wanted to fight. And only cowards dream of escort service! But apparently their fighting qualities made an impression on Margaret and, playing with her biceps, she announced to them:
  - Let's refuel and replenish the tank ammunition. Drive it further. I see you are good at fighting! Moreover, you are not particularly large and you are much better suited to control the tank.
  The girls, throwing up their hands in combat salute, barked:
  - Glad to try comrade commander!
  - To make it easier to cope with the weapon and machine guns, Filela will go with you! - Chopped off Margaret and ran rushed to explain the goals of the other girls. Those frightened blinked eyelashes, and bend the press, with barely covered, and even open busts. The formidable tigress-captain was also barefoot, and although her legs could not be called small, the form was quite beautiful, and she herself was only twenty-two years old, only excessive muscle development makes Margaret look heavier and older. With this, she is surprisingly fast, very dangerous for melee combat.
  While the girls were doing refueling and replenishing their ammunition, Filela bombarded them with questions:
  "You were inside their airbase, quite alone." Especially you are Shell ... Isn't it scary?
  Blonde, shook off the cheek of a desert beam, which as managed to cling to the velvet, tanned skin. Throwing a dagger above her bare foot, answered shortly:
  - Not! Why should we be scared! We are true Aryans!
  Filela caught the weapon on the fly, and threw it into the table grinding along the middle of the desert, yawning with a charming mouth. After, with a sigh replied:
  "You are the youngest of us, and before you were sent to Africa, you didn"t lose experience." Here we have all the girls have received exactly the combat experience, and sniffed gunpowder. By the way, you look almost like girls, with such innocent faces.
  Fire Christina, throwing a bayonet with her fingers, snapped fiercely:
  - But we kill is not innocent. In general, why this conversation. Are you looking for a quarrel?
  Filela strongly rejected:
  - Of course not! But I confess to you, although I first smelled gunpowder on September 1, 1939 in Poland. That is, even before most of the girls in the company, they usually began their baptism of fire from the fields of France, but still feel fear. - The girl shyly lowered her green eyes. Recognition was not easy for her - Especially it takes manbrazh before the start of the fight.
  Magda stroked Filela on a scratched, muscular shoulder:
  - I confess honestly, it happens to me and uncomfortable. Although the physical exertion that we experience is so tiring that you even dream of getting rid of the perishable body.
  Brown-haired woman with burnt hair shrugged her shoulders:
  - Well I do not know! And I am exhausting thorough, not less than you, but still painful fear remains. - Filela casting a short glance at the sky, lowered her voice to a whisper. Maybe she was afraid that the Almighty God would overhear her. - Besides, is there such a thing as a soul? The great and wise Führer never spoke of this, and did not write in any of his works.
  Christine again caught the bayonet with her bare fingers, avoiding cuts. Smiling like Milady Winter, she answered for Magda:
  - And it does not matter. For us, the main thing is to kill as many enemies as possible and to expose our lives as little as possible. at risk. Naturally, if not - caution will not turn into treason!
  Filela here agreed:
  - Who does not spare life in battle, he will preserve his dignity and at the division of trophies!
  Magda confirmed:
  - Who will win the victory, lose its fruits, as the latter are rotting from tarnished reputation!
  Having sat down in the tank, the girls hung out English flags and just like that, brazenly drove off. And all the pearls in the desert as much as fifteen gizmos. Brazen impudent captured from the British, armored and well-armed vehicles. So the sensations were the most sublime, as if warriors were walking in a parade.
  Christina noted:
  - Here, here it is lepota! We carry with us a cat! There will be, I see a fight - will get a bully!
  Magda, without much enthusiasm, shaking her Snow Maiden's head, replied:
  - It's not at all funny! It is a sin to smile at that!
  Here Christine, like an alarm clock in the morning started up:
  "What does sin mean in general?" Here you are Magda singing about Jesus Christ, and you do not even realize that the main Bible law - the punishment for sin, death is simply absurd! - The fire warrior even made a circle with her hands for persuasiveness. - Absolutely devoid of logic!
  Filela hurried to add:
  - Of course! Otherwise, what are we soldiers, if we do not break the commandment - do not kill!
  Kristnina giggled nervously and began to gnaw the dagger handle with pearl teeth. Here Magda was found, than to argue:
  - Actually, in the original - this seventh commandment sounds like this - do not commit an evil murder! That is, here we are talking about murder, and not depriving a person of life. "And giving myself the appearance of Cicero at the pulpit, and maybe Tetrullian added." - There are some nuances!
  Christina evil chopped off:
  - More and links to translate from Hebrew. What else could be more disgusting! "The red-haired devil is becoming more and more angry." Indeed, her father himself, Asello from the novel Bulgakov. - In general, the Bible has a lot of absurdities, but the most absurd is its claims to the role of the word of God and infallibility! - Warrior flashed her teeth. - Christ is the Almighty Creator of all the universe, of everything visible and invisible, of everything earthly and heavenly ... And at the same time Jesus is confused in the most elementary things!
  Magda here firmly objected:
  - Do not say so, and categorically. Something is confused, and in some things a seer. - Snow-white terminator angel added. "Besides, the Incarnate God may well convey the essence of the Holy Scripture in his own words. In general, the Bible has a lot of already come true prophecies.
  Christina vigorously shook her fire head:
  "It"s not at all true, and I will prove it to you!"
  Magda winced.
  - Well, try, you cards in hand!
  Christina began to speak, imitating the caricature of the clergy's spruce tone:
   - In the holy books of all religions to prophecies, that is, to predictions of the future, belongs to the most important place. There are such prophecies in the Bible. Most of these prophecies are too vague. - Redhead terminator-philosopher made round lips. - In a farewell conversation with the apostles, Jesus prophetically said: "Then you will hear about wars and military rumors ... For this is due to be ... The people will rise against the people and kingdom to the kingdom, and there will be irony, pestilence and earthquakes" (Matthew 24: 5-6) - The girl raised her right eyebrow for greater expressiveness. - But exactly this happened in the world and before the prophecies of Christ, it continues to this day. What, then, is the price to those prophecies in which events are constantly 'foreseen' without any prophecy?
  Filela nodded approvingly, while she looked at the trophy erotic magazine that had been captured from captured Englishmen. But while listening to the warrior very carefully:
  - Yes, so to say, there were wars yesterday, there are wars today, there will be wars tomorrow too!
  Christina, confirming (What can I say - they say, they are not foolish, you are smart!), She continued her lecture:
   Part of the biblical prophecies were written in hindsight, - after these events have already occurred. True, sometimes the prophets dared to predict future events, but, as a rule, they were misled.
   Thus, God, through the prophets, promises the descendants of David an eternal reign (2 Kings, 7: 11-16), but the kingdom of David fell to Israel and Judea after the death of his son Solomon, and the descendants (scions) of King David were partially destroyed first in the Assyrian king Artaxerxes, and then - at the root, polls Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar. (Jeremiah 52: 9-11, 22: 28-30).
  Filela very eagerly approved: - That's the way to do with them. And how to lay under the axes of the inhabitants of the captured cities, then this is please. And how they themselves undertook!
  The fire devil confirmed:
  "But of course the various lapses of the" prophets "are not exhausted.
   God, through the prophet Jeremiah, promises to destroy forever, to deface Egypt from Suez to Ethiopia (28: 8-14), but God has not fulfilled this promise to this day.
   And more about the prophecies of Jeremiah. With his mouth God promises to give Nebuchadnezzar into the hands of Egypt (29:19); destroy Tire forever (26: 3-14; 27; 36; 28; 19). But Nebuchadnezzar did not take and did not try to take Egypt. As for the city of Tire, it was not taken by Nebuchadnezzar, was not taken by Alexander the Great and still has not ceased to exist for a single day.
  Magda with a heavy sigh confirmed:
  - Alas, I saw Tyr on the map. Soon we will borrow it!
  Christina continued:
   Contrary to the prophecy of Ezekiel, Nebuchadnezzar took and destroyed Jerusalem, not Egypt and not Tire. However, 16 years after his prophecy, Jeremiah himself admits that the city of Tire continues to exist unharmed (26: 1; 29: 8-14). Later, Jesus Christ himself vainly prophesied the death of this unshakable Tyr (Matthew 11: 21-22; Luke 10:14).
  And how her red lips cunning and gloatingly at the same time twisted. This is really Satan in a wonderful female face. And what a little voice.
   The same Jeremiah, in the name of God, declared that King Jehoiachin would be punished for his sins by not having children (22: 28-30). But Matthew calls Jehoiachin one of the ancestors of Jesus Christ (Matthew, 1: 11-12). How could this Jesus be born from a distant ancestor who had no children?
  After the last statement, Filela giggled wickedly. And Magda noticed:
  - This is a conditional prophecy!
  Christina sniffed contemptuously:
  "But so can any false oracle say!" You listen further! - The red-haired devil continued, because the tanks and not too fast can go through the desert, and even such are quite difficult and time to chat ... Christine's voice sounded more confident and confident:
   On behalf of God, Jeremiah predicts the capture of Nebuchadnezzar to the Judean king of Zedekiah, but promises him a peaceful death and pious burial (34: 2-5). But, as it turned out, Nebuchadnezzar interrupted all the relatives of Zedekiah, and blinded him himself, threw him into a dungeon, where he died (52: 9-11). Wow calm death and pious burial!
   The same "calm and serene" life is prophesied to King Josiah (2 Kings, 22: 18-20). After such a prophecy, Josiah was mortally wounded by the Egyptians in battle near Megiddo (Ibid., 35: 20-24).
  The battle mare of Filela sucked in her stomach, and began to unpack the canned goods. Tin packing with Tekhast buffalo on the package is exactly what you need for it. Especially juicy meat is soaked with tomato juice and chocolate sauce.
  Despite the fact that Christine had an appetite, the stubborn girl continued her educational program. However, there is a nice little voice that listening to a warrior with hair the color of the eruption of Krakatau is nice:
   - The Prophet Isaiah wrote that Jerusalem will stand forever: that not one unclean person will enter it - no Jew will enter. But immediately after this prophecy, Jerusalem was taken and destroyed by Nebuchadnezzar (586 BC), then was taken and destroyed to the ground by the Romans (70 AD). - Flaming warrior began to add, trying to give the language the appearance of noise pressure. "The Eternal City was taken and destroyed by the Persians, Arabs, Crusaders, the Turks, the British and the French. - Christine added with a gasp and raising her tone. "Certainly by the Germans, but now there are as many" pure "Jews living there as the" unclean "(by their definition!) Arabs, Europeans, and Negroes ...
  Filela devouring buffalo meat, remarked:
   - Christians, as a rule, do not really read about the prophecies regarding the events before the birth of Jesus Christ. They are more interested in the prophecies of Jesus Christ himself and his apostles, that is, the prophecies of the books of the New Testament. Their prophecies about the Second Coming of Jesus Christ (about the Last Judgment, about Armageddon) are especially disturbing.
  Christina, overjoyed, confirmed, nodding, capable of burning and incinerating, to the foundations of Ancient Rome and hundreds, with heads like cities:
   -We will not touch the other prophecies, nor the details of the prophecies about the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. Let us dwell only on one important question: When will the Second Coming come? Let us turn to the words of Jesus Christ himself. The famous American preacher and orator Billy Graham has calculated that the second coming of Christ in the Bible prophesies 380 times. Let us dwell on the cardinal and most clear of them.
  Christina wanted to continue, as the signal sounded on the radio:
  - A column of English tanks is moving ahead. All get ready!
  Magda noticed in confusion:
  "Now I don"t know myself, what"s worse is to commit an evil murder or listen to a similar heresy!"
  Filela protested:
  - Cristina just speaks the truth and argues logically. Moreover, the Bible is quite, clearly and rigidly said about false prophets. So beat the enemy with his own weapon.
  The fire warrior devil has added:
  "Look, it's better how we will beat the enemy with his own weapon!" And not only on the ideological front. I still speak about the Bible. In the meantime, check out the armor-piercing shells Snow White!
   Magda snapped back without any malice:
  - Well, of course, such elementary, I myself can do! Who do you take me for! I am a lady of war!
  Philela helping to load the gun, she sang:
  - Lady of war! Who else can compare with you! Lady of war we will soon be in the English capital!
  On the radio, Margaret"s low, almost male voice sounded:
  - Skip the column and shoot at the side!
  The tigress girls barked back:
  -Zig Heil!
  Of course, you need to have nerves of iron to let the unsuspecting enemy take a closer look, then pass by. Then go ahead the medium tanks, "Kromveli" and "Matilda", and then light tankettes. A dozen captured tanks need to act synchronously, so that each hit their victim. This is a kind of performance of a musical symphony. If one even one note fails, the whole composition will be fake and lose the title of a masterpiece. And what is this war? Most of all fans collect martial art, but tears are always sincere, and no one has any desire to call for an encore!
  Magda whispered:
  - Help us holy Mother of God!
  Margaret fiercely commanded:
  - The fire!
  And a dozen barrels spat out the shells at once. The boards of Matild and Cromwell are much worse off, which means they ... Christine is delighted, exclaimed:
  - Punched cartons!
  Magda immediately, loading the cannon in a new way, remarked:
  - Well, stupid British! They didn"t even ask us for a password, just saw the flags, so they immediately took us for their own!
  Christine giggled thinly.
  - This is their British mentality!
  Large tanks were twenty-five and twelve wolf-girls destroyed immediately. Then they had time before the bewildered enemy reacted, give a second salvo, at the enemy.
  And a dozen more victims, broken tanks, like the skeletons of sharks cast ashore, on the hot, yellow sand. And while they still smoke, dark brown streams creep into the sky. It seems that it is a brood of snakes. And the reptiles, as if mutilated by the wrong evolution. And the hiss is just amazing how so nauseous can be.
  The British tanks at once stopped and froze. The only surviving heavy tank clumsily attempted to turn around. Magda sang:
  - Beauty! Beauty! We carry with us a cat!
  Christina sang:
  - Not in the bag, but in the barrel! With an armor piercing bullet!
  Filela giggled.
  - There will be you dogs - after our fight!
  After that, they started on tankettes. Well, you can destroy them in the forehead. Part of the British tankers, could not resist and, leaving the technique, rushed to the indiscriminate flight. Some tankettes with more experienced drivers, still continued to shoot. Here in the tank Mn-16 hit the shell, surrendered to a deaf roar in armor.
  Magda showed pink tongue:
  - Our heroes are on acceleration - the British stupid will not catch up!
  Christine roared loudly:
  - Surrender faster!
  Filela confirmed:
  - And do not be afraid of us! Captured to beat the belt on the pope, prohibits the red cross!
  Magda, smashing a stubborn wedge with a projectile, said:
  - I trash you! And a brick to everyone in the snout!
  The battle was over, several tanket shoes tried to escape, but they were unceremoniously hit. The tigress let out a heart-rending squeal of delight:
  - Wow! This fight is not nonsense!
  However, this battle is not over. Appear English trucks and motorcyclists. Magda lupanula fragmentation projectile on the nearest car, she crumbled, and the fuel tanks just simply detonated. Christine flashed her teeth:
  - Shock! This is our way!
  Filela clarified:
  - It is better to kill than to persuade!
  Magda further elaborated: - It is better to hit once than say a hundred times! It is even better to crash a hundred times than to remain silent ...
  Christine interrupted:
  - The British are already running! Come after them!
  The girls fired quite accurately, Magda never missed, but the tanks still cannot be compared with trucks in terms of speed. In addition, the "Kromveli" was not the newest "Meteor" engine of 600 horsepower, but the weaker 400. Apparently, they have not yet been able to re-equip this cruiser tank. The "Matilda" was also weaker, but what about the heavy Mp-16?
  So the girls are a bit behind. Yes, there is also the wind blew to the meeting, began to gather clouds. Christine noticed:
  - The rain is now spilling!
  Magda was delighted:
  - All the better! And then in this tank is very hot! And he heats himself, but the sun burns!
  Filela confirmed:
  - Well yes! And how much can you fry!
  Christine did not share optimism:
  - The sand will limp and we will stop!
  Magda enthusiastically stated:
  - And it doesn't scare me personally!
  The clouds were gathering very quickly, and the sky darkened, as if indeed a lunar eclipse had come. Christine bellowed:
  "So believe in God after that!"
  Magda whistled in disgust.
  - Why? Why do not believe! Has not Christ proved that he is the true God?
  Large droplets of tropical rain clattered on the roof of the tank. The angry Christina began to speak again;
   In conversations with his disciples, Christ assured them that all of them, his apostles, would live and see with their eyes His Second Coming in glory. "Verily I say unto you, you will not have time to go around the cities of Israel (in Palestine), until the Son of Man comes" (Matthew 10: 23).
  Philela whistled in surprise, blinked as if into the eyes of Syroshima ashes:
  - Did Jesus really speak like that?
  Conversation on various abstract topics was clearly delayed, because talking is easier than working and fighting.
  The rain was already pouring down. Magda is here on an interesting, sticking out Zenk, said:
  - Could it be that Jesus wanted to give a chance as he gives to all of us, including Judas?
  Christina, having substituted a brown sunburned shoulder under a trickle of water, how pleasant it is when gentle "Kapitoshka" drip onto the hot peel blissfully and sweetly smiled. Then, clearly objected:
  "This is not about chances, but a specific prediction." And if Jesus is the Almighty and All-Seeing God, then how can he ever be wrong. Especially if the Fuhrer promises, then, as a rule, specifically!
  Filela giggled.
  - Yes, his promises are already being fulfilled ... But for this we need such desperate girls like us. And besides the boys - cooler than us!
  Magda sighed, uttered, universal banality:
  - Not everyone can penetrate the secret thoughts of the Most High! - And added with sadness. - And also nobody represents where the Fuhrer's ambitions end.
  Filela angrily shook her mane:
  - Without evading the answer! And what can you say about the second coming of Almighty God manifested in the flesh through Jesus?
  Christine giggled, replied:
  - Nothing special! I just quote the bible. Rather tell you what is written in the Gospel, without any distortion. And the conclusions you do yourself!
  Magda sarcastically remarked:
  "But you will not get by without comments and your own conclusions."
  Filela evil boomed, and even slammed fingers of bare feet on the armor, raging tropical outside, threatening to wash away all and all the rain. She roared:
  - Do not bother the professor to educate us!
  Christina continued with an ironic smile;
   - Jesus Christ has repeatedly said that his contemporaries will see the Second Advent, the Last Judgment, Armageddon and the End of the World (Matthew, 24: 34; Mark, 13:10; Luke 21: 31-32).
   Fire warrior quoted, no worse than the most advanced theologian.
   -Apostle Paul prophesied that his hearers, and he, together with them, would meet the Second Coming of Christ alive, but would meet Him after the resurrected dead (1 Thessalonians (Sonunians), 4: 15-17). In the Apocalypse, Christ insistently emphasizes: "Behold, I am coming soon!" (22:12, 20), 'Already standing at the door and knocking!' (3:20). Note that the Apocalypse was written in the second half of the 1st century, and now on the threshold of the 3rd millennium. Something is a prophetic "Soon" already very, very, very podzatyanulo ... Magda here again inserted:
  - A thousand years with the Lord as one day, and one day as a thousand years!
  Christina and then deftly objected:
  - It is necessary to look at the context! And understand the value in the complex of other prophecies.
  Philela with a wide yawn and shooting eyes, agreed:
  - Of course! When I was reading the Bible, I myself thought that the second coming should happen soon enough. Rather wondered why it has not happened for a long time.
  Kristina grinning, continued a fascinating explanation:
   - True, with all sorts of interpretations and theological contrivances, the preachers of Christianity tried to justify the protracted Second Coming of Jesus Christ, to depart from the true meaning of the prophetic words of the New Testament. 'Apocalypse' because of unfulfilled prophecies in the 3rd century was expelled from the New Testament, and declared an apocryphal book. - The fire terminating female explained when she saw that one of her partners did not understand. - In other words, heretical and not pious. Only in the year 692, by the decree of the Trulsk Cathedral, the Apocalypse was returned to the New Testament and recognized as the book inspired by God.
   And the words of the Apocalypse: "Behold the Coming Soon," like the prophecies of Jesus Christ, began to be attributed to the nearest tomorrow. Thus, over the past fifteen hundred years, each coming year, one or another preacher of Christianity has been declared the year of the end of the world, the Last Judgment, the onset of heavenly bliss for the righteous. Occasionally, to confirm such assertions, the 'clear: as a day of day' biblical prophets were drawn.
   Filela decided to clarify:
  - Why not call the modern "prophets"?
  Christina waggled her finger at the sky:
  - That's about it and talk. Over the past two centuries, the most impressive calculations of the time of the Coming of Christ were made by the American Baptist Miller. Having given days from the prophecies of Daniel over the years (there are such texts in the Bible!), Tied the countdown to the mistaken year of the restoration of the Jerusalem Temple and the year of the death of Jesus Christ, he concluded that the Second Coming of Christ would take place in 1843. Calculations Miller had a huge impact on the entire Christian world. Everyone and everywhere waited for the Last Judgment in 1843, part of the believers moved in droves to Palestine, to the Josaphatic Valley, to the holy mountains. In 1843, the end of the world did not come.
  The fire fighting warrior made such a face, as if she wanted to frighten the imp. Then she continued:
  - Miller made repeated calculations and admitted his mistake for one year. The Last Judgment was postponed to 1844. Some Christians were disappointed in Miller and stopped listening to him. But part of it remained with him, forming the now existing Seventh-day Adventist church. Since then, Adventists have been waiting for the coming of Christ from day to day.
  . CHAPTER number 19
  Children have fallen asleep already when it bloomed. And Oleg Rybachenko dreamed of something bright. Having attacked the empire of Tsar Alexis, the coalition put Russia in a difficult position.
  But having applied the blaster, Oleg Rybachenko completely destroyed two Austrian divisions. Thus, the chances of the enemies of tsarist Russia have noticeably decreased. But Austrian tanks were still trying to break into the open spaces of Ukraine.
  The warrior boy was ready to fight them. Not only that, Oleg Rybachenko has made two more blaster based on cold thermonuclear fusion, for Margarita and Anastasia.
  Both beauties: a young woman and a girl lay on the right and left hands of the young knight, and whistled a song.
  Margarita noticed:
  - Now the Austrian tanks will go here! And we will put them a nice little bows!
  Oleg Rybachenko seriously objected:
  - I think, for a start, we will be scoured by aviation!
  Captain Anastasia cooed:
  - How I love to shoot, on aerial targets!
  The boy lasted until the calm figured the balance of power. Tsarist Russia became the largest empire on Earth. Especially after it swallowed the British colonies. But it is still not formally abolished - serfdom!
  And the number of serfs is still considerable, especially among non-Russian peoples. That to a certain extent is the weakness of the empire.
  But the Russian army has swallowed up China and India, the most numerous in the world. So the Austrians with their motley army will fail!
  And now you can hear the roar of airplanes over their heads. But Oleg Rybachenko is fearless!
  The boy-wunderkind made special sights, so that it was more convenient to shoot down the imperial vultures. And the kid-genius presses the buttons.
  A pillar of fire flies out of the blaster, and a burning flame burns a four-engined bomber. The car explodes in the sky, scattering metal fragments in different directions. Like a whale flopped into the sea.
  And Oleg Rybachenko took and sang:
  - O sea! Sea! Sea! Sit boys on the fence! My crazy youth is a barefoot kid and not a ruble!
  Anastasia wittily remarked:
  - You can believe and live ... But you can not drink a lot!
  Margarita sang wittily:
  - Spinning ball spinning blue ... Spinning spinning janitor with a broom! "The girl bared her teeth and opened the blaster hyperplasma, singing. She spins and wants to know where this horse had time to ...
  Oleg Rybachenko shook the girl with his fist:
  - Please, without vulgarity! And in general, you are an excellent student!
  Margarita gladly confirmed:
  - Yes, I study well! More precisely excellent! Glory to Great Russia!
  The boy-child prodigy logically remarked:
  - One glory is not enough! We also need benefit!
  The girl shot and showed a flash in the sky:
  - I hit a bomber and in this good!
  Oleg Rybachenko laughed and answered:
  - Well, you and the fighter! Present!
  The boy shot across the sky and shot down one plane after another. The Austrians loved the big sizes, which made it easier to hunt for their cars. And the boy had fun. One aircraft shot down, then another! This is great! He turned the real, and without any exaggeration, a great hunt.
  Back in the head music and enthusiastic songs. He is a real wolf, or rather a lion. And tears to pieces all sorts of sheep. It's good to be a great warrior. And Oleg, of course, from the breed of those who were born to fight for the Fatherland. And fight heroically. A handsome boy with a manly chin, and a half-box haircut. Looks with its expressive eyes, in which the flame.
  Oleg Rybachenko says:
  - Whoever has a flame in his heart will not turn into a candle!
  The girl agreed, screaming:
  - The mind is like a fire, it shines brightly, and it burns painfully!
  Anastasia scored her bare legs through the air and roared:
  - One I believe you - black dog! Black Dog!
  The child prodigy shot down a dozen more planes and roared:
  - Speed you do not throw off on turns - only in this way you will learn to run!
  Triumvirate worked blasters synchronously and harmoniously. It was felt that the group is perfectly coordinated. In advance were stored buckets of water.
  Oleg Rybachenko thought. That Hitler, of course, is not the greatest of the generals. But so much where the children got, the Nazis contribute to success. And what to do to drop the enemy arrogance? It should have come up with something extraordinary.
  Margarita, laughing, put in:
  - Oh, frost, frost ... Do not freeze me!
  Oleg logically noted:
  - Now it's May ... It's too early to talk about frosts!
  Captain Anastasia wittily remarked:
  - Prepare a sleigh in the summer, and a cart in the autumn!
  The boy-wunderkind took it, and, palduv on the aircraft, barked:
  - Babakh! Boo-bang! I'm a shirt guy!
  The extermination of the aircraft went in a forced mode, dozens. Where the Austrians against the royal army. Oleg, leading the fire, thought: it is possible that if the October revolution, and especially the February one, had not happened, Russia would have been a world power. Who is the main author of the February revolution by the way? It seems that there was a whole gang. And they made a real mess.
  And then in Russia the Bolsheviks came to power. The party is totalitarian and strong with ambitions. Many liked it. And even godlessness did not scare everyone away.
  Oleg, without ceasing, to fire, asked Anastasia:
  - Here is a woman that managed to live ... Do you think there is a God?
  The captain, shooting, answered with a smile:
  - Since billions of people believed and believe in God, then there is something!
  The boy-child prodigy, palying angrily, remarked:
  - Not something! But specifically - is there a caring Creator of the Universe?
  Anastasia, firing at the air vultures, roared:
  - I do not want to discuss it with the child!
  Oleg angrily barked back:
  - I invented and constructed such a powerful weapon, and you consider me a boy!
  Margarita supported partner:
  - Well, what a child it is!
  Anastasia softened and spoke gently:
  - First of all, I am a warrior, not a specialist in theology, to discuss this topic. So it is better to save your fuse, for more creative purposes. Oleg Rybachenko agreed with this:
  - Yes, this topic is too serious to discuss it on the battlefield.
  The kid-child prodigy shot intuitively and at the same time he had the opportunity to think. The absence of a revolution in Russia led to the fact that the colonial system did not disintegrate. It only transformed when Russia and Austria swallowed up the colonies of the former world powers.
  In fact, the royal empire is even stronger in India than in Britain. Orthodoxy experienced some changes. In particular, it legalized polygamy and abolished burdensome posts. What made religion simpler and more attractive. The doctrine of paradise has also changed. Now paradise has become more carnal, as a place full of houri, luxurious feasts and other entertainment.
  The path to salvation was simplified ... Why was Orthodoxy reformed? The percentage of the non-Orthodox population has grown too much in the empire. And in order to make Orthodoxy more expansionary and attractive, it brought reforms closer to Islam and liberalized it. In fact, the posts only scare away, and the priests themselves do not observe them either!
  And polygamy facilitates, among other things, the assimilation of margins. After all, when a Russian takes himself several foreign wives, his children already consider themselves to be Russian, too. And it is progressive. At the same time, atheism is becoming increasingly popular. When many believe in Darwin"s theory of evolution and deny the fact of creation.
  Atheism became even too fashionable, and this prompted Orthodoxy to reform. In the first place, abolishing, that which is least attractive and most of all disliked by the people! And the posts were always observed worst of all, and the people did not understand. And the apostle Paul said in the letter to the Romans: He who eats is for the Lord, and thanks God. Whoever does not eat is not for the Lord, and thanks God. He who is not despise the one who eats, and who eats the one who does not eat!
  So the abolition of fasting was received by the people with glee. The situation was simplified by the fact that the posts were not taken at the ecumenical councils, and it was much easier to cancel them, including from an organizational point of view.
  In Tsarist Russia, Rodnoverie was also gaining popularity. When people wanted to go back to their roots. But Orthodoxy continued to enjoy many benefits. Part of the Muslims, especially the elite, adopted Christianity, and this to some extent strengthened the empire.
  However, now Russia fought with almost the rest of the world, and this is difficult.
  But the triumvirate of fighters with blasters is a very big force. And they get from them the Austrians on the tonsils. Drain and destroy them! Both bombers and fighters are burned. Air targets are becoming less and less. But there are other waves of aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko says:
  - One two Three! Spotlight wipe! Four, eight, five - a bunny went for a walk!
  Margarita cheered on the kid:
  - You are just a super warrior!
  The child prodigy deliberately yawned and said:
  - This is too banal a compliment!
  The girl offended jerked her nose and noticed:
  - The banality of mind creates original nonsense!
  Oleg, having soaked a couple more dozen planes, burst out laughing:
  - It is not difficult to believe Yeltsin, he is a genius in the promises! In practical, serious matters, your Yeltsin is stupid and inept!
  Margaret will take and sing as a jet of hyperplasma to the top:
  - Ege, ge, ge! Hali-ghali! Ege-ge-ge! Ege-ge-ge!
  Boy prodigy confirmed:
  "Otherwise, I'll win!" And net I bark! Otherwise, I'll eat someone!
  Great idea with the help of polygamy to assimilate the outskirts. This allows the empire to flourish.
  And somewhere on the opposite part of the continent, Russian ships are battling with the Japanese. And at the same time they still manage to win. A squadron of Japanese attacks.
  Russian cruiser "Arabella" with a crew of girls fighting with a Japanese ship. Both vessels exchange shots.
  Beautiful Russian and other nationalities of the girl, rush on the decks, flickering with bare heels. Warriors under the tropical sun and therefore in some bikinis. But they move very cleverly.
  And their bare legs and flashed. Impose guns, including eight-inch. Just hit the samurai.
  The captain of the cruiser Nicoletta de Trubetskaya, also almost naked. But the princess. But it is so fashionable for a young woman to be closer to the people. And there is a notable person in some panties, and a narrow strip of fabric on the chest. At the same time tanned and strong, with a powerful neck.
  Nicoletta commands in her booming voice:
  - Right steering!
  And the Russian cruiser deviates. His shells are more weighty than the Japanese, and the Russian gunners are firing aptly. And it turns out that the cruiser of the rising sun is burning. And he already collapsed pipe.
  Nicoletta stomps, with her barefoot, graceful foot of a princess and cooing, says: - And I have another passion! This is power! Only power!
  And the Russian cruiser as a lupanet of heavy guns. The Japanese has fallen off half the side. And the small, yellow soldiers jump into the water.
  And girls, flickering with strong figures, serve shells. And beating and beating on the Japanese! Here falls from the samurai cruiser and the second pipe.
  The warriors laugh and point with pointed fingers on a collapsed and burning board. They are very fun.
  But an incendiary Japanese shell fell. The girl Oksana ran through it with her bare, graceful legs. Flame licked the beauty of the round heel. It all looked very attractive and beautiful. And the girl even reproduced somersaults.
  But the Japanese cruiser is making a clumsy attempt to turn around. The third pipe is already knocked down. And the ship abruptly loses its course. Now the samurai no longer leave! For them, the song is sung.
  The girls are delighted. Oksana reports to Nicolette:
  - Ninety percent of enemy cruiser guns are disabled!
  Princess de Trubetskaya enthusiastically says:
  - We knew it! We are winning!
  Oksana, drumming her bare, seductive legs on metal, sings:
  The greatness of the Russians recognized the planet
  Strike the sword - crushed fascism!
  We are loved and appreciated, all nations of the world
  For the happiness of the Motherland - work and fight!
  The girls sang at it in chorus, finishing off the Japanese:
  God save the king
  Strong sovereign ...
  Reign in glory
  To the glory of us!
  Reign in fear of your enemies ...
  Tsar Orthodox!
  Reign in glory
  To the glory of us!
  The Japanese cruiser began to sink. Yellow fighters jumped overboard, and now they should be saved. Girls with the help of hooks and rescue drill pulled the samurai on the ship.
  Japanese men, being among Russian women, were greatly embarrassed. They won beauties? This is shame and shame! But Nicolette, this princess, without being confused, ordered:
  - Get on your knees!
  The samurai stood together ... The princess approached them and thrust her right leg into the face of the nearest Japanese ordered:
  - And now kiss me on the heel!
  The samurai dutifully smacked a beautiful woman in a pink sole. She smiled, and taking a step, she shoved her bare foot into another Japanese. Those with pleasure kissed, clean, with a pleasant rounding of the sole of a young and beautiful princess.
  While this battle lasted, the attack of the Austrian aircraft ceased.
  Oleg Rybachenko and his team relaxed slightly. They even managed to spread a bit in the card game. But as it turned out this was not for long ... Again there was a rumble. This time the tanks.
  And then the young warriors waited another surprise. They moved the tank "Pontiff", weighing four and a half thousand tons with armor 500-millimeters, and large caliber guns. This land battleship. That which inspires one kind of respect. And also fear ... And as many as seven guns of a caliber of 300 millimeters. Such a solid car turned out.
  True, armor from the stern is not so thick - 200 millimeters, but also quite a lot.
  Supertank "Pontiff" opened firing from a long distance. The shells exploded in front of the trenches, where the girls lay down, and some of them had a flight.
  Oleg Rybachenko ordered hard:
  - Translate blasters to maximum power! One shot, but aptly!
  Nevertheless, the land battleship is a reverent colossus, and it cannot be easily destroyed. But it is visible at a great distance. And to get into it is easier than to miss it.
  Margarita whispered:
  - But Pasaran!
  Anastasia added:
  - If desired, a pawn can come out - if he trains to queens!
  Here are three blaster simultaneously opened fire. Polished, bright rays, and armored mastodon received a triple portion by laser.
  At first it seemed that nothing happened to the land battleship, but then smoke was thrown down and they began to detonate the shells.
  Oleg Rybachenko with a victory look, said:
  - This is still the power of a hydrogen pump laser! It breaks through any metal!
  Margarita sang a song from the Soviet musical:
  "If I gave you my own swords, how can I stop it ... In the chest there is metal rushing in - bloodshed, bloodshed!" Captain Anastasia exclaimed with delight:
  - The Pontiff is over!
  But behind it appeared an even larger tank, the Archangel, weighing ten thousand tons. He already had nine weapons with 400-millimeters each and frontal armor of 800-millimeters of alloy steel. This is a real mastodon, with an enormous cost, demonstrating the Austrians' craving for megalomania. Militarily, this is not the best idea, especially for a war with Russia with its gigantic open spaces.
  Since it is impossible to transport such a supertank with the help of trains, it has to get to the position on its own. And this is a complete ruin. Yes, such a technique tends to constantly break down.
  Oleg Rybachenko turned to his partner:
  - Are the radios at maximum power delivered?
   The woman and the girl answered in unison:
  - Delivered!
  The boy prodigy has ordered:
  - Then fire!
  Margarita, pressing the button ironically, uttered:
  - With a nasty sound, pl ... And the volley gave me a pass to that side of the earth!
  Oleg Rybachenko coolly remarked:
  - We concentrate on the central tower.
  However, fears that the fusion laser beams will not take such thick armor were in vain. Mastodon could not stand the hit and after a couple of seconds, it also began to burst. And splinters flew from it for many kilometers.
  Anastasia scratched her bare leg behind the ear and squeaked:
  - Yes, it is impressive ... Like a bear breaks a hollow!
  The wunderkind boy rationally objected:
  - Not! It is rather a volcano exploding!
  Margarita squealed in a silly way:
  - Atomic bomb in the yard, like a swan in amber!
  Oleg Rybachenko finishing the "Archangel" remarked:
  - A meaningless set of words!
  Two large supertanks were destroyed, but smaller machines follow behind them, but also large "Emperors". And the other cavalcade. The first super cars with diesel submarines destroyed. Now the young warriors took up the extermination of the rest.
  Margarita harshly brought out:
  - We have to shed blood ... But we do it by frying!
  Captain Anastasia logically added:
  - Good and evil are relative concepts. Especially in the sense that evil is required to protect the good!
  Oleg Rybachenko rationally remarked:
  - And what is all good? Each person has his own moral!
  And in confirmation of these words, he sent another tank to ashes. From what the enemy is a little bit crazy. And stop the enemy was what. The girl also shot at the tanks and, it was almost that fun.
  She even sang:
  - Let not the rules of the game! Break through the opera!
  The battle unfolded in a one-sided beating of tanks and infantry with laser beams. Technical superiority nullified quantitative indicators. Thus, the Austrians themselves climbed into the loop. And they can not avoid a tough method of destruction.
  The tanks were torn by the dozens, and scattered into metal fragments that covered the fields, with a whole layer of man-made corpses. And many colors of death bloomed on the field, and devoured human flesh.
  Margarita prochirikala:
  - Here on the standings - the result of the party flashed! Garry Kasparov vs. Smolgovsky - again gets mate!
  And the girl laughed, engaging in the extermination of tank regiments.
  And Oleg Rybachenko, feeling a spiritual uplift in himself, began to sing, while writing on the move;
  The battle rattles - shells hurricane,
  We are watching the death furious in the face ...
  Hit machine gun - the enemy hit "hail"
  The planet is like a scabbard egg!
  
  Here's a bomb dropped a winged plane,
  A trench exploded into the sky ...
  Let before the knight climbed all in armor,
  Now the projectile raises a smoke pillar!
  
  When was the kid - squire,
  And now the red tie is a pioneer!
  It's not easy for him to fight here
  But it will show in battle this example!
  
  We will put an end to fascism, believe it,
  Do not scare us the brave never ...
  We'll break the horns of even the beast
  Bypassing our dreadful trouble! We can do everything - brave guys,
  For the feat, we know born!
  When you need to dig a shovel,
  To battle the knights of the most persistent country!
  
  We pioneers trumpet playing
  In the battles we sing songs, joking ...
  Victory know, will be in warm May,
  And the Fuhrer to hell - damn it!
  
  Well, in the meantime, frost near Moscow,
  I got a barefoot boy captured ...
  Ice crust stabbed,
  When led the child to be shot!
  
  But we beat the kid guys,
  Although with Zoe could not do it ...
  But he got a fascist for payback,
  Finding your grave in the floor of the earth!
  
  We kicked out the damned of these Fritz,
  The Nazis were able to break off claws ...
  From the icons the brothers blessed their faces,
  And I got a vile throat on my ribs!
  
  The war went awkward with Stalingrad,
  We whirled the Fuhrer in the cauldron ...
  They gave me a boy and a reward,
  I drove with a medal on a donkey!
  
  Under the Kursk "Tigers" howled reactively,
  They have big trunks, a lot of evil ...
  But the mastodons famously crushed,
  They did not help, even believe Satan!
  
  We made victory in hard times
  Caught Fritz, gave the horns ...
  And even deserve immortality,
  What are the devotion to the gods!
  
  That ended in Berlin, everything is fine,
  The capital is taken - on the Reichstag flag!
  I am personally involved in the victory too,
  Although the face is burned, bruised!
  
  There he joined the Komsomol - he was awarded the order,
  Zhukov himself personally shook my hand ...
  I answered him - the boy is not proud
  Wanted more, and get a dagger!
  
   The world came, and it became more sad
  I had to work like a donkey!
  But I believe it, I do not regret
  I bring communism to the motherland!
  With each word, the boy fired and pressed a button, and only Austrian imperial troops remained, only metal stumps and a mass of corpses.
  Margarita sang her own:
  - You are perfect, you are perfect ... From a smile to a gesture is beyond praise!
  Oleg Rybachenko, accepting a compliment on his account, sang:
  - Oh, what a bliss, to know that I am perfect! Know that I am perfect! Know that I am the ideal!
  Margarita shook a finger at the boy:
  - Ooh! You're just a braggar!
  In response, Oleg scooped up dust and threw her at the girl. She growled back ...
  Here, however, the dream is over. Not only the real summer rain fell on the children ... The children rushed under the streams and got wet to the skin, but the rain stopped and the sun came out again.
  Oleg noted philosophically:
  - Nature does not let us be bored!
  The girl, instead of answering in annoyance, slammed her foot against the pine and gnashed her teeth:
  - Yes, somehow need to get out of this forest! And then we are completely wild. How much can you so mock yourself!
  The boy punched his fists several times in the trunk, so that fragments of bark fell down and hissed:
  - I swear, I literally dislocated my brain, but I don"t know how to get out of here!
  Margarita, unexpectedly suggested:
  - And let's just start yelling! Maybe someone will hear!
  Oleg Rybachenko smiled wryly:
  - Well, yes, for example the Germans! The girl rationally noted:
  "Let the Germans be better off than to wander around without a purpose or a meaning." In addition, you are a German prodigy. In which case you will find something to say!
  The boy said harshly:
  - But you do not know ... Yes, and in these rags, I somehow do not look like a German!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Nothing to do ... Teach me German. At least the main words!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded agreement:
  - Well, this is quite normal and from a practical point of view, a reasonable request!
  . CHAPTER number 20
   Philela abruptly recalled:
  "And these are life-shifted Jehovah's Witnesses." Maybe they are something prophesied?
  Christina, at the cost of tremendous effort, kept laughing:
  - Well, of course it wasn"t without them!
  Magda displeased, like a panther, from whom a bone had been pulled out, roared:
  - Is it worth talking about these heretics and extremists?
  Christine, with the irony characteristic of the Frenchman Beaumarchais rather than the Nordic character, replied:
  - It is better not to talk about the plague, but it is necessary to remind about the prevention of this infection! So listen. - The girl-tigress, lowering her voice to a whisper, continued enlightenment. - At the end of the last century, American judge Rutherford calculated that Christ would come in 1914 and arrange for the faithful children of God"s 1000-year kingdom on earth. Those who believed him, joined the Bible Tower Society of Watch Bibles (Watch Tower) and called themselves Jehovah's Witnesses. In 1914, the First World War broke out, in which the Jehovah's Witnesses saw a scientific confirmation of the calculations of Rutherford and the beginning of Armageddon.
  Magda barely kept from bursting laughter. Even shut up her mouth. The First World War ended in 1918, but the heavenly life on earth did not come for the Jehovists.
   The red-haired devil giggled and then continued:
   - The leaders of the Jehovah's Witnesses again scrupulously "calculated" that in 1914 Christ entered only the heavenly temple, and threw Satan out. (It turns out in the heavenly temple; all the time there was not God, but Satan; that until 1914, God did not rule the world, but Satan!) Entering the heavenly sanctuary, Jesus Christ made a delay in him to cleanse and refresh the temple from the spirit of Satan . Having thoroughly ventilated the heavenly temple, Jesus will surely descend to earth for the device of the 1000-year kingdom of the Jehovists on Earth. Taking into account all these new scientific discoveries, Rutherford, on March 18, 1918, at the Brooklyn Academy of Sciences (established by the Jehovah"s Witnesses to serve the scientific needs of their believers) makes a speech on the topic: Мил Millions of living, never die. The speech was published in a pamphlet, and then significantly expanded and still serves as a scientific guide for modern Jehovists. After that, Rutherford appointed the beginning of the last Armageddon on October 15, 1932.
  Magda spoke here herself:
  - And, of course, again hit the sky with a finger. There may be better than talking about different heresies, singing or changing the subject. Here, for example spaceflight, than not a conversation. What will the inhabitants of other worlds look like?
  Christina wanted to say something, as the voice of the powerful captain Margaret from the radio interrupted them:
  - Tanks will not pass now on sand. And therefore I order you to sleep! All sleep except for two watchers. The sand in the desert dries quickly, and in a few hours we will resume movement.
  Filela agreed:
  - Of course, let's sleep! After all, we still have to fight and fight!
  The tigress girls curled up in a spacious tower and fell asleep as usual, without any extra ceremonies.
  Magda dreamed of a vision of the imperial office: "the Führer was discussing the latest events on the fronts with his entourage."
  Possessed Hitler expressed dissatisfaction with the delay in moving to Stalingrad. And this is despite the fact that the forces allocated for the battle were impressive, and the Soviet army experienced problems with reserves.
  - The city bearing the name of Stalin must be taken on the run so that the large forces of Army Group B turn along the Volga and then reach the Caspian Sea. But the pace slowed ...
  Colonel-General Weish, having received permission to speak, replied:
   - The enemy"s large reserves entered the battle, besides, according to your personal order, significant forces were separated from our army group and transferred to Liszt. As a result, on the twenty-third of July we had some delays ....
  Hitler shrillly interrupted:
  - Not a word more! It turns out to win you have to have an overwhelming advantage in power ... And to win with a smaller one is weak!
  Weish fell silent and lowered his eyes. Keitel remarked:
  - It is necessary to reinforce the group of army "B" or the newly formed reserves, or withdrawing troops from the central direction ...
  The Fuhrer, making a couple of laps around the office, ordered: - Not! Army Group "B" will intensify at the expense of the center troops in the first place. We must strengthen the African grouping to capture the world's largest oil and bauxite deposits. Well, copper as well. The new transmission of tanks, will allow the T-4 to make a lower and stronger protection.
  Porsche confirmed with a smile:
  "Of course, my Führer ... Then the Panther, with the traditional layout scheme, without going beyond the weight limit of forty-five tons, will receive an excellent not only frontal, but side booking ..."
  Guderian as a well-known strategist confirmed:
  - Right! In the project "Panthers" Aders, the armor of the sides and the stern is only 40 - millimeters. Such a tank is weak in breaking through the positions and fortified lines of the enemy. The frontal hull is 80 - millimeter when tilted at 45 degrees and the turret of 100 - millimeter is generally acceptable. The main 76-mm gun does not take ... Even the 85-millimeter D-5 doesn"t take a little to strengthen the tower ...
  Hitler nodded fiercely.
  - So you understand! For now, try to act sparingly. The Middle East and Africa are our goals. - Then the long speech began. - I made a decision on the call for urgent service from the twenty-ninth year ... On the mobilization of officials, and even criminals. Disabled and women will replace all who can ...
  Well, foreign labor. We have enough people, prisoners of war, foreign workers beyond measure. With good organization, you can transfer all the equipment to the three-shift regime, while sending millions of peasants and workers, bourgeoisie and bureaucrats to the army.
  That is, Speer can not complain about the shortage of labor that gastrobayter provide, and the Wehrmacht replenishment has not exhausted reserves.
  There was a heavy silence, in general it is clear that the release of weapons is absolutely inadequate to the real needs of both fronts.
  Field Marshal Keitel approved the event:
  - The newly formed divisions, where many hastily trained recruits are not as strong as the fresh units. Therefore, they should be mixed with heavily knocked out and experienced parts. And since the British are a weaker opponent, it is better to get a round-up with green draftees, or to the proletarians who have not previously smelled gunpowder, on the fronts with them!
  Hitler rigidly added:
  - I see you understand me ... In the meantime, I will call into the army still a young folk from the thirtieth year. As the saying goes, these boys can be hardened in the barracks, and at the same time serve, where it is not so dangerous. At the same time, it is also easier for parents, especially for mothers, to have children in barracks under supervision. Purely Spartan, or Aryan education. Further, while the replenishment in the east will be moderate, so as not to disrupt the plans. Well, let's take control of Africa, and untie our hands ....
  All representatives of the menagerie shouted together:
  - Heil Hitler! You, as always, are wise to the Führer!
  The word took the strategist Field Marshal Idol:
  - But still without Gibraltar, we can not do ... Here we will need strength ...
  The Fuhrer giggled:
  "And there will be ... From my north, under my order, four divisions that had received combat experience were withdrawn. They will be mixed with two more from the center and one who has experienced the assault on Sevastopol from the Crimea. That's when it will be implemented. And Franko ... I will meet him personally ... I will give an ultimatum, and he will give consent. And then it will be easier!
  Keitel timidly asked the Fuhrer:
  - And when will the assault begin?
  Hitler reported:
  - The third and fourth of August ... And everything must pass with complete tactical surprise ...
  Guderian remarked:
  "This is all interesting, but ... While the bear is not stiff, we really need to wage an all-out war!" Not relaxing for a second.
  The Fuhrer reported harshly, banging his boots on the marble:
  - And we will not relax! I, on the contrary, demand maximum tension from the Third Reich! Or even overvoltage! Only in this way can we win, advancing on two fronts at once!
  Representatives of the menagerie in unison threw up their hands shouting:
  - Glory to the Great Germany!
  Awakened by the warrior girls, they again plunged into their tense world of war.
  - Start the motors! Already you can go on beauty.
  Christine rushed for the toggle switch:
  - Forward "Tarzans" protect your colors! Not sofas, not pockets, but Moscow is my dream!
  It was already a bright, deserted night, and the girls even whistled with impatience. They obviously wanted blood.
  Filela growled like a tigress:
  - And what will tear the hot water bottle!
  Christine sarcastically replied:
  - It is not necessary to tear the warmer of the mind of the big! Much more rational to cut a tank! Magda, with a smirk of Dzhakonda-terminator, corrected her:
  - Not! Better to break the tank armor!
  Christine let a couple of ruminant bubbles from the mouth. Not bad though, they captured the trophy. And then, on the other hand, she said:
  "And why are there so many freaks in the world, and even more ugliness?"
  Magda answered this ironically and at the same time seriously:
  - Therefore, it is impossible to live according to the mind!
  Filela asked Christina:
  - And what else can you tell about religion?
  The fire devil winked at with emerald eyes:
  - Will it be interesting for you?
  Filela readily replied:
  - Of course! We also have a whole hour, if not more than a solid move!
  Christina, peering into optical devices, which give a completely acceptable overview, noted:
  - Probably, we go to the very Port Said, or to the base, which is near the key fork in Egypt.
  Magda vyknula timidly:
  - Well, where we go, down, and we will reach!
  Christina began to speak, she really knew too much, but not at all what is needed for salvation:
   - The entire New Testament, with the exception of the Apocalypse, describes the earthly life of Jesus Christ and His role in life, as well as the essence and position in Heaven. It is so contradictory that not a single Christian theologian has ever managed to write a complete biography of Jesus Christ himself.
   Magda retorted:
  - So the whole world, until no one managed to win, but the great Fuhrer succeeds!
  Filela grunted displeased:
  - Do not interrupt the blond!
  Christina, not paying attention to the altercation, continued:
   - Theologians still cannot, for example, establish when Christ was born and how many years he lived on earth. In the Gospel of Matthew it is written that Jesus was born under the king Herod (died in 4 BC), and in Luke - under the ruler of Syria of Quirinia (became ruler in the 6th year of our era). It turns out that Jesus Christ was born twice: with King Herod, and then no less than 10 years later, the second time with Quirinia.
   The fire devil paused, a couple of sips of a liquid mixture of chocolate and coffee from a flask and continued:
   - Churchmen, still can not establish: in what year of our era was Jesus Christ crucified. The Catholic Church adheres to the date of 27 years, the Protestants - 30 years, and the Orthodox - 33. But the testimony of the Gospel of John gives grounds to believe that Jesus on the day of death was a little more than 40 years (2,19-21; 8: 56-58). In the 3rd century, a number of prominent theologians believed that Jesus Christ turned exactly 49 years old on the day of his death.
  The snow-white warrior also logically tried to fend off:
  "Do you know that there are disagreements about the date of birth of Stalin?" Who is he on a horoscope: a cat - a Capricorn, or a tiger - an archer?
  Christine ignored the objection of a friend. It will not stop. Although the dynamo machine to the language tied:
   -The same John reports that Jesus Christ died on the cross on Friday on the eve of the Jewish holiday of Easter. And Easter itself was on the Sabbath, when Jesus rested in the tomb (19: 14,31). But the other three evangelists, Matthew, Mark and Luke, unanimously assert that Jesus Christ celebrated a holiday with his disciples on the eve of Jewish Passover, and was crucified and died on the very day of Jewish Passover. And they, like John, claim that Jesus Christ died on Friday. If you adhere to all four gospels, then you should recognize that Jesus was crucified on Friday, and that this Friday was at the same time on the very day of Easter and the day before - on the eve of the feast of Easter.
   Shaking her flaming head like a torch, Christina finished:
   Scientists have calculated that during the time of Pilate's governorship (26-36 years), the Jewish Easter thrice fell on Friday, 27, 30 and 33 years, but never once was on Saturday. Thus, Pilate could not in any way execute Jesus Christ at that time, about which the evangelist John speaks, but could execute him three times at that time, about which Matthew, Mark and Luke speak. In short, if it makes more sense, discuss something here!
  Magda agreed in a peculiar manner, but at the same time rejecting the argument:
  - I think no! But here I can provide some evidence of the God-inspiring Bible, how to say the opposite!
  Filela shook her hands hysterically.
  - Not! Better not!
  Magda grimaced:
  - What do you want?
  Christine answered for Filela:
  - Better sing something! You are good at it!
  And as always, Magda sang with enthusiasm and feeling;
  Motherland to me Dear - light;
  Glitter-tears rolled from the eyes.
  And boron is already dressed in purple
  And from the sky like a lighthouse star! What is in the Homeland every moment?
  Any place in the world is worse ...
  And then the cuckoo hum died down
  Frogs spank through puddles!
  
  A voice ringing nightingale,
  Or thrushes careless trills ...
  Older relatives,
  There the ships where they were eating.
  
  We stand together a strong fleet,
  To rule the seas forever ...
  Motherland valiant stronghold,
  For the glory of the brotherhood of the Sovereign.
  
  With mother nature in frets,
  Any sprig of garland ...
  Believe fear
  When courage - the main incentive!
  
  And beauty cannot be forgotten,
  Since we reflect in it ...
  After all, the blue life thread
  Do not know believe completion.
  Beautiful and even in a magnificent performance, the song was suddenly interrupted by the angry voice of cheeky Margaret:
  - Ahead is a British checkpoint. Get ready for the hit!
  Magda negligently threw a shell and made her fingers like a fan:
  - What will understand ... In the style of the SS!
   Christina also sang:
  - Chop, like a forest, eat in the stove SS soldiers!
  Filela so terribly frowned, as if she was a two-headed werewolf and put on her torso, her second hellish essence:
  - No fire, you can not compose!
  The British checkpoint was well equipped, and even on the lookout, the "Matilda" stood. However, the tigress only laughed at such precautions. Christine fiercely, but at the same time, caricaturedly squinting, noticed:
  - That's how the dish always ripened ...
  An order followed, and the machine-gun bursts at once covered the sentries, and an accurate shot hit the machine-gun tower before the response shots were fired. Immediately he heard screams and humiliated requests for surrender. The fight was not in fact ... Even the "Matilda" did not have to be cut, it was simply captured without ceremony. Christina, barely in time, cut off a short burst of two blacks, said:
  - Well, to be honest ... All win polls!
  However, Philela did not want to maintain the playful tone of the red-haired wolf:
  - We beat no ace, it draws a maximum of six!
  Christina twisted her snout:
  - The chicken pecks at the grain, the machine gun shoots at the bullet, the music plays the notes, and only the imagination captures everything at once!
  Magda approved fire retardant partner:
  - And what is beautifully said! Here are just where the prisoners denem!
  Kristina waved her off casually.
  - Do not you hear how our trucks are driving!
  Magda, with extraordinary dexterity, threw her, bare-legged girl's foot projectile, rejoiced:
  - Well, what then and refueling do on the go!
  A convoy of tanks and escort vehicles that had caught up with them continued to move. There was still much to be done while the enemy panicked and scattered from the Wehrmacht"s crushing blows.
  Towards noon, the tanks, moving under their own power, were already approaching the outskirts of Port Said. Like a cast steel cobra crawling on the sands. Along the way, however, it was not without excesses, two tanks got up, the motors stalled. The girls, however, quickly repaired them and in order not to waste time on them, refueled their cars. Magda noted here:
  - You see, even the equipment does not stand up!
  Christine stared her fangs that were horrendous and causing voluptuous dreams, and answered:
  - Technique created by people, and the creation can not be stronger than the Creator!
  Magda sarcastically inserted:
  "Now you confirmed that you also believe in the Most High Lord God!"
  Christine giggled in response:
  - Well yes! Of course, I believe! Should someone give the world to Germany. Only after all, in God, patronizing your great Motherland is one thing! And in the biblical Jewish god, it is quite another! This is the essence of the teachings on Nazism: what to believe in - what is reasonable!
  Magda smiling here, agreed: - To believe in the God of your Homeland ... This is certainly much more sensible than sniffing a Jewish, intellectual trash can!
  Philela, who, together with everyone additionally, ran the tanks, then noted:
  - But strange! Hitler said that the Jews destroyed spirituality and brought materialism and atheism into the world. But on the other hand, it is the Jews who are the authors of monotheism. That is, there is a double-edged sword ...
   Christina with aggression in her voice suggested:
  - And Christianity also came from the Jews! Fu ... Well done, Nietzsche exposed this infection. Created the correct and rational doctrine, without fairy tales and illusions. A person should rely on their own strength, and not rely on ...
   Magda interrupted here:
  "Well, of course, I never said that Jesus would fight for us, and all the more so as to rely on prayer." In addition, did Magda coward in battle or refused to shoot. Who can reproach me?
  Christine patted her friend on a strong, albeit elegant shoulder:
  - No one ever! You are a brave girl!
  Filela suddenly mischievously inserted:
  - And, alas, just a girl!
  Christine frowned.
  - What do you mean by that?
  Filela nibbled, uttered:
  "Even by killing a thousand enemies, you will not bring more benefit to the Motherland than having given birth to one, but rather many descendants!"
  Magda willingly really agreed:
  - This will be! The British are weak and I hope we can still master London before the winter!
  Christina here was not quite optimistic:
  - How to say. It will be necessary to destroy a huge, first in the world fleet. Although our submarines have already struck a fair amount of gaps, they lit up the tip of the tail of a lion.
  Philela sang:
  - In the fight, cowardice is nonsense - we will put bruises to everyone! You can live without a tail, but try without brains! Head, head - a clever head, but to a reasonable head, and even a knack!
  Christina smiled at her very sweetly:
  - This is a beautiful song! And witty! Composed herself?
  Filela suddenly showed frankness here:
  - No, this is Russian folk! I was fighting there! Do you know Russian!
  Magda and Christina said in unison:
  - Of course, we know! This is one of the most important potential enemies of the Third Reich, and we may still have to fight with him!
  Filela then asked:
  - Well, do you know Russian folklore?
  Magda, somewhat embarrassed, replied:
  - I know a little ... For example, a fairy tale - "Masha and the Bear". I like her because Masha, as it were, symbolizes cunning Germany, and the bear is ingenious Russia.
  Christina whistled:
  - And what do we seem to be on the USSR and we go! However, the Russians, despite the abundance of their own land, have always dug into foreign territories. Recall the campaign of Prince Oleg to Constantinople or Svyatoslav who conquered not less than Alexander of Macedon.
  Magda hastily added:
  "So are the Macedonians, the Slavs, too ..."
  Christine shook her head.
  - You forgot what we were taught: the Macedonians are the Aryan part of the ancient Greeks.
   Magda here and very strongly replied:
  - The Führer himself in his last speech, when he sent a message with congratulations, the capture of Alexandria said! Our exploits, the exploits of the army of the Wehrmacht, will undoubtedly eclipse the campaigns of Alexander Slav and Napoleon the Corsican! And the Fuhrer, as you know, is not mistaken!
  Philela also noticed:
  "So I think the war with Russia will not end this year." It may even be a separate world! All the new divisions of the Wehrmacht and the SS are arriving in Africa, which means that less is left for the war with the USSR. Therefore, if an offensive in the East is followed in the East, then after the capitulation of Britain!
  Here Christine suggested:
  - Nevertheless, the Fuhrer refused in vain from the big offensive this year! Now it will be difficult for him to catch the Russians by surprise. - Fire-haired warrior is not yet in the know. Therefore, he speaks so confidently. "Perhaps Stalin was just hoping that Hitler, not having finished with Britain, would not launch a decisive offensive against him!"
  Magda, however, did not agree here:
  - A wise politician should always keep the powder dry, and the army in a state of full combat readiness! This is the axiom of any war and reasonable political strategy. So the Soviet troops, which is quite reasonable to assume, just took their places in the defense and are waiting for us.
  Philela with a big strategist added: - The USSR has tanks for booking no worse than the "Matilda" and "Kromveli", but with a more powerful gun. So we need to build our own armored muscles ourselves and only then hit. So that Hitler, as always and almost everywhere is right!
  Having refueled and repaired the she-wolf's tanks, they continued on their way. The average speed of the cars did not exceed, in spite of the acceleration of the motors at thirty-five kilometers per hour, although the column entered the highway. However, "Kromveli" could have been faster, but they slowed down "Matilda". And the sun inexorably crawled to the zenith. However, for ten hours, plus refueling time, I managed to cover most of the distance. Yet Alexandria is not so far from the Libyan border.
  German planes flew over the tigress girls several times, but the column did not fall under its own fire, it seemed that Rommel had well-debugged the interaction of troops and communications. A dozen He-123 biplanes appeared in the sky.
  How much they looked like airplanes of the First World War, although, of course, the engines are stronger there.
  And in practice, the cruellest battles in the East are cheap, with
  Excellent maneuverability of the device showed its effectiveness.
  But of course the brave Red Army gave a capital to light Fritz,
  So they were beamed, including in the sky, that the Hitlerites-pilots considered hot Africa a pleasant rest after the rout in the East.
  Yes, in fact, it was so! To the glory of the Great Soviet Russia!
  Even the tiger girl Magda sang enthusiastically and soundly;
  But it happened -
  What a soldier did not ask!
  An evil tribe has come down
  Many hellish, dark forces!
  
  Devils black - sassy,
  They escaped from this quagmire!
  Here in their hands are daggers
  Songs howl - not a nightingale!
  
  The machine gun destroyed the infantry.
  Smoke broken mortars!
  Put a company at once,
  Did not help booking cuirassier!
  
  
  
  There is no hunting for the pack,
  Hell believe not a resort!
  And shells smash bunkers,
  Their archangel beats on top!
  
  Demons at once with a squeak in the holes
  We burn them with napalm with sulfur!
  Even the mountains melt
  Destroyed all around!
  
  But don't just think,
  What is the enemy like water!
  Giant height growth
  The king of the universe is Satan!
  
  Here is the breath of his flame
  At the time of burning cherub!
  And the banner of God fell,
  But we believe, we will win!
  
  They went to the hill a little bit
  And let us be baptized!
  Groaned on the track,
  God the wise sons!
  
  And now we run to the attack,
  Scream hooray, thunder!
  How much is heard, really, mate,
  But the devils cabin - rout!
  
  
  
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