Steels all amicably on knees also have started to glorify loudly kindness and mind of the owner. Pretty peasants on
embroidered rushnikah stretched bread, salt and tonics. The director drank and was answerable.
I have gone further. Technical was somewhere nearby: returning in the real world was accompanied by an escalating pain.
Fur-trees were closed by a dark tent and have dispersed. Before me the bottomless lake lay. Whitish mosses were reflected
in its black mirror. Opposite to its compressed by hills lifted the narrow towers the lock - a gloomy shelter of silence and
oblivion.
It was possible to get to the lock only by swimming. To bypass too long. I knew that it is the hologramme, but did not dare.
The lake looked ominously.
Strange senile krjahtene it was distributed behind. Pressing to a breast a wide light sword, wood left the hunched dwarf
dressed in all red. With a grimace as if dancing, has come nearer to me. It is sad ringed bubentsy on a soft hat. Has
stretched a sword. Has wrinkled the rotten person. Has started giggling. I have waved klinkom. polyhnula a silent lightning.
The lake has dispersed. I have run on slippery stones from brown seaweed between water walls. Smelt as dampness and
tart iodine.
The lock grew in the face of, yet has not rested needle towers against the clouds.
I have struck in shod gate. They have hooted a copper bass. The disturbed clouds a raven with shrill shout have rushed on
the sky. A pure and long sound vplelsja in their din. I have lowered hands. The clear, joyful voice sang the third sonata of
Gertsborga - as if stretched in blue a crystal thread.
Highly at an open window the woman sat.
Rapuntsel! - I have shouted.
The woman has looked out. The shower of gold has rushed downwards, by solar splashes was spilt on mossy boulders, has
begun to boil at my feet. I have got, catching at hot locks. Hair smelt in the summer, honey, an oblique grass.
Behind a window there was a close corridor from crude, rough stone plates.
Smoked the iron torches thrust between them. Towards to me, heavily going, there was a wild animal with mad eyes. The
head at it was bear, and a body as at a lizard, it is covered by brown scales. He has stretched long dark blue claws with a
clotted blood under them, utrobno zaurchal - I have stopped, it scarlet language has licked full lips. Eyes without pupils have
been tightened to cataracts and.