- I!. - she frenziedly muttered. - itself! I their...
The boy will be the first! It was bent, preparing for a deadly jump. Vanja has turned pale, has become silent and began to
take away a fist wound with a belt. The leader of Makomber has risen near to it and has lifted a sword. And immediately Two
-headed Jul has barked in both is Hey you, rubbish! And well, turn to me! It has broken a black bandage from the right head.
Further the abacus has gone for seconds.
Once, still pervoklashkoj, having listened in the 100-th time from intimate dvuhgolovogo to the friend a legend about a
capture of the Planet of Villains, Vanja has asked it, what does he think of the Great Octopus now, when all already behind.
Two-headed Jul has answered on kuhonno-piracy zhargone: - I to suffer it I hate, not that that that.
- Why? - With curiosity small Vanja has enquired. - After all you the former pirate.
- That and it! - the right head at once has responded. - yes, I was the pirate.
Plundered, captivated, killed. Poured blood of all colours and shades. But thus I risked a life, at me all skin in holes, under me
three ships have gone to a bottom, their fragments and up to that moment rush somewhere on borders of the foreseeable
Universe... And this cattle the Great Octopus sat a fat bag in copper kuporose and only money counted up... The Exploiter!
Low bowing, it appeared at Galej loving and gentle Vankinoj by mum, awkwardly brought to it self-made still-lifes from
golotury, starfishes and sea hedgehogs, but and has not waited from it anything more kind, rather than a cold smile and cold
words of gratitude. No, and has not forgotten to it Galja abduction through the TV screen, neither a dirty punishment cell, nor
threat to be gobbled up alive. Also has admitted its friendship with the younger son only under persevering pressing of the
good-natured husband and elder sons...
- You know, Vanka, - somehow has thoughtfully told Two-headed Jul to the small bosom friend, - thousand years I dangled
on the Universe and have never met anybody similar to me. Resolutely I do not know, whence I undertook. The carrier of
reason without the native land - to think only! The earliest my memoirs - hold me on warm feelers old polipiha from a planet of
Yellow Grasses... I there have visited after some centuries, have plundered and have burnt one local city... Yes, kind it was
the old woman, fed me semidigested hlorelloj, without it I would die, certainly. And we were found in hold at well-known then
rabotorgovtsa, by Krovososa Tanaty. Then in hold has burst chumka, Krovosos Tanata has noticed me and took to itself
kajutnym the servant. It beat me brutally and would roll to death, yes here the command has rebelled, Tanatu have thrown in
the reactor, and I have become the ship's boy by the piracy ship... Both has gone, and has gone. Here. And I and do not
know the Native land. At first asked - friends on touches, in taverns, at captured, and then and has stopped to ask, nobody
knows. So here, the friend my Vanka...
The account has gone for seconds.
Let's remind once again a disposition.
Across a tunnel conducting from gate of prison, the system of tarantulas costs an obtuse angle forward.
In twenty steps before it there is a concave system of spiders.