in each of us the cannibal sits! Obama in this occasion gave morals: - Cruelty cements the nation, softness immerses development in cement! Though morals and disputable, but it is necessary to tell effective! But it is necessary to tell, as Turks did not differ in mercy. Here, for example, the son of the prince Dolgorukov was influenced by it on all hundred. The fortified city of Rushchuk, the main strong point of Russia beyond Danube in 1811. Threat of invasion of Bonaparte forced to delay part of the Russian troops on the North and strongly weakened Kutuzov's army. It pushed the Vizier Othman-Bey, to attack Rushchuk and to try to break Russians in their only thing remained beyond Danube a strong point. Abner Dolgorukov is the madcap of years of thirteen, finished the father of the notable prince: to take itself in a campaign. He wanted to make some heroic act. In those time of teenagers, often took in campaigns, and nothing unusual in it was. Abner quickly accustomed among soldiers though he kept among them haughtily. But to the boy nevertheless not to occupy bravery. And when storm began, Abner, having ordered two to the boys servants to load the guns, and began to scorch to Turks. The boy not very well shot, but often and from time to time all the same got. Ottomans attacked by tradition under a drumbeat. Blows of heavy clubs in buffalo skin, looked like rain knock. Turks on the run recharged guns and disjointed fired. From distance Ottoman tools not too neatly scorched. The Russian gunners, having admitted the Turkish infantry is closer - lupanul a case-shot. From such short distance lead balls struck the Janissar and spag dead. Beat out in glade ranks from blood and bones. But Ottomans also did not think to stop. All of them climbed and climbed regardless of obstacles. Russians gave a hostile reception to Turks. And from above the lit pitch poured down. The last rendered - terrible effect. The Ottomans who got under a fiery skating rink ran back, many choked in a flame. Several Turkish banners fell in a summer grass. Abner shot, and his servants lackeys Vaska and Petka fast recharged guns. And here Vaska even of the boy naked heels, ran behind a keg with fraction. Kutuzov did not begin to pursue the running-away Turks. It has few troops to finish superior forces. Besides outside the powerful, strengthened fortress, it is possible to get to an environment. But the victory is all the same won. Turks lost eleven guns, and more than five thousand the killed. Kutuzov allowed Ottomans to take away wounded in the camp. Losses of Russians died and got wounds only about five hundred people. It seemed, the magnificent victory is won. And that perhaps the Body will be given for it an award. But the cunning one-eyed commander or already then decided to carry out dress rehearsal of delivery of Moscow and to entice Ottomans in traps. Or he was afraid that after all Othman-Pasha, having left Rushchuk in the back, will take and, having passed Danube, will move to Romania. And there will arrange punishment in Bucharest. In any case, Kutuzov made the decision to leave Rushchuk. Considering that it is the last Russian strengthened point beyond Danube, the others Kutuzov, being valid too little, handed over even earlier. But those delivery were compelled, so the Russian troops were threatened by an environment. And now a lot of things regarded the Body act as treachery. Abner treated it too as to Judas's act, and did not begin to leave fortress. The father is strongly busy and did not watch the son at all. Petka and Vaska only serf boys servants, and, certainly, submitted to the princely son. He ordered them to hide in the cellar, and itself remained there to wait leaving of the Russian troops. Together with them there was also a servant Akulina - the serf, and very nice domestic maid. The decision, it is necessary to tell, was spontaneous. But what you will take from the spoiled thirteen-year-old boy of the most ancient princely sort. There was a wish to show it that Kutuzov is the traitor and he can give to Turks! Boys zapershis in the cellar, conducted slow conversation and supped wine from a keg. Abner wanted to kill time that when Turks arrive at night to do diversionary sorties. Young soldiers did not notice how them exhausted, and they went to embraces of a deity of Hypnosis. Abner dreamed heroic: It appeared in the world where there is a decisive battle of Livonsky war. That which has to solve: to whom to govern over Grand Duchy of Lithuania. The voivode Shuysky can bring a crown to Ivan the Terrible that for a long time will change balance of forces of the Middle Ages. Abner's reflections were interrupted by sudden strengthening of cannonade, new shrieks of wounded. And also a rumble from a set of pipes... Akulina pulled the boy, for plechiko and said with delight: - Well, now the king of Poles, seemingly, beat. What now will be? Abner judiciously answered: - Also other part of the Polish army reached, at last, here! - The boy shook the rifle. - Our victory will be. Also added - Here you will see it at this life! Akulina maliciously prochirikat: - And if saw death of the enemy at this life, in another you will be granted a straight, sharp-sighted eye. Abner touched a sight of a fantastic snayperka and, is sure said: - Yes at me and now eyes not slanting! Again beaten Polish and overseas troops tried to put fairly thinned army trying to strike because of an ambush in order. And what several hours they each other destroyed, even dawn began to light up in the east, and the rain abated... Because of a dense grass cover of the road not too that razmokl... Vaska whispered to Abner: - Act the sniper... Move away the king, and there will be then oh-la-la! The boy from a princely sort peered at enemy ranks. Meanwhile the boy servant, jumped up to him and showed absolutely still a brand new silver coin: - Here you see a profile... And the king of Poland proud, he will be with magnificent suite and will take the place... Above I think. Abner carefully peered, looked for the purpose as again guns roared and violent shouts were heard, on ranks and mercenaries and Poles the surf of human nervousness rushed waves. Petka, having risen from branches as if without being afraid any more that he will be noticed, exclaimed: - So it is already, seemingly, Pyotr Shuysky struck! At last will be more serious, than was. Akulina outright took offense: - And you want to tell as if before it was frivolous? You see, a half of overseas army is disabled! - And soon and the friend a half will fly away in a casemate of archangels! - Abner declared. Battle already began, the Russian guns thrashed on Poles, and troops in particular Sagittariuses orderly drew in opponents. And in a camp of the Polish king, there was a serious sensation. Malchishka-popadanets saw magnificent suite on a small eminence. Probably, among them and the king. Here only distance very big not to make out, even its sharp more abruptly eagle sight of a profile... Though, there is a captured German field-glass. Abner got it... Increase is twelvefold... Normally, though, of course, it is difficult to pick up sharpness at such distance. Though well slightly it is possible... Sight of the princely son Abner was excellent earlier, and after movement and rest from books and lessons of calligraphy, it became cool at all. Only a distance of course, almost limit for hit from a snayperka. Kind two kilometers though the leap rifle also has to take... Well, even if at exact hit in a face. The profile was similar at one of large grandees... But Abner doubted, was, molodovaty, some. Sigismund was, it seems on stories is more senior... But other purposes were not... The boy grandee crossed and tried as it at him already was to behold a power sketch of space earlier... Breathing more quietly, through a mouth, absorb wonderful air... The finger presses soft descent, couple of seconds will reach a gift so far, seem to Abner eternity... Fie... one of grandees falls, lifting up, boots with spurs up. And the boy-knyazhich rugnutsya under a nose: - There is a razzyava! No, it that, of course, got, but not in that whom aimed. It is necessary to recharge quicker and again to scorch... The Tatars serving as the Russian shower the opponent with arrows, and depart. From the Crimean mercenaries they are distinguished by the red tapes braided in manes. With them together and Cossacks. Stepnyak shoot peculiar, sharply straightening the right hand. And the bowstring with squeal throws out a killing gift. Poles answer. Recently fighting troops which are not reconstructed yet are attacked also by mushketny firing of a close system of Sagittariuses, and Russians move ranks, and then Cossacks, and a horse noble militia are under construction and take off. The last are also dressed up beautifully, it is not worse than a shlyakhta, and a sabelka sharp, play on the ascending sun. Even to the hare let. Surprisingly at full tilt cavalrymen hold similarity of a system, buglers play. As drummers (one of the last innovations of the tsar Ivan the Terrible), green boys, some are also younger than popadanets. But at the same time beat the drums as if gradinka on glass, encouraging the troops and frightening the enemy. Cossacks are motley too, one in beaver caps, and others with the shaven heads and shake long forelocks. And wave sabers even too much, spending forces for the excess movements. Also jump, competing in speed, do not hold a system... But in fight on sabers both reytara, and dragoons, and haughty sirs against them hopelessly give in. Well can except those cases if their five on one. Abner shoots again and again mows not that... Malchishka-knyazhich quickly recharges a snayperka and oh-oh-bakh... Sagittariuses use the latest tactics attacking, having covered walk the city. It reduces losses from mushketny fire and firing from onions. And there is a lot of archers and not only Tatars. Muskets of that time not often shoot, but Sagittariuses alternate, one having stood up on a knee recharge, others scorch then again recharge, and the following rises. The overseas and Polish cavalry tortures to attack, crumple Sagittariuses, but from archers, kopeyshchik, and even gun fight meet. How many blood and fragmentary meat. The overseas host will read to rush about, losses grow. The group of grandees becomes hysterical, she obviously wants to give in back, all new dignitaries fall as to them on a meeting the five of riders jumps out, four giants in a gilded armor, one is less, but on his head, something brightly sparkles in beams of a rising sun. Abner's lips which turned blue for anger were whispered: - King! Well, receive a reptile! The rage and rage allowed to see power drawing very accurately. And the bullet pierced directly in the center of a forehead. From an accurate shot the crown flew, on ranks of grandees the horror cry rushed. And Abner said a thunderous voice: - Came true! Sigismund is dead! Vasily shouted in all throat: - Sigismund kaput! And all children chorus picked up... And the dashing Cossacks jumping under trees shouted even more loudly: - To Get! To Get! The Polish Dyyuk is killed! Abner, without disappearing any more, still fired, without aiming, but hands and intuition found to themselves the victim. Young modification of the king Sigismund kicked the bucket then the escaped grandees rushed off at full speed. Malchishka-knyazhich winked at the sky and scratching a butt to itself a chin, having darted a glance at an enormous royal tent... Separately from it the aggressive banner, with a family standard of the house Sigizmundov developed. The calloused and brought-down fingers (so it seemed in a dream!) boys the boss, and a shot enclosed in a breechring... The staff was rather thick, but hit coincided with a sharp rush a branch and it was not necessary to shoot again. The enormous royal banner fell, knights guardsmen appeared under it and zatrepykhatsya. Howling desperately cutting a cloth, guardsmen turned the back. Notable sir Lisovsky wanted was them to stop, but the bullet Abner, inevitably found him, having almost through pierced a bull neck. And after them the confused and shabby guardsmen also still numerous, though shabby Polish-German army rushed... The army rushed, the word a flood broke through a dam, laying down arms and not paying attention to threats of the opponent of the ruthless opponent. The faces of mercenaries warped for horror losing saddles and falling from elegant horses sirs. And racers at them imperial, one saddle as the whole village with lackeys costs. Some bollards even for fear literally under the earth climb or bury under corpses. If only to leave, and to hell all these guns and banners... Here several heavy tools shaped from bronze, with wheels in one and a half human growth it was are captured by heroes-rusichami. And with them four tens more are less. Having thrown off boots, the young boy the bugler climbed up a gun carriage and sounded. In a sound of a horn there was so much valiant is fervent that the Russian host began to fight with even big frenzy and a set. Some young men without mustache shoot such big bows that those are nearly one arshin higher than them. Also get very neatly though honor to hit killingly frightened partridge is big. The voivode Pyotr Shuysky shot ahead. About! Here to what it is the mighty prince, the athlete, even by the standards of acceleration of the twenty first century. So directly also splits the overtaken foreigners in half. Mountain. Children also come off and run together with all, shouting in Russian: - For the tsar and the Middle name! The benefit of the thrown horses is enough, and ogolets vividly jump on them. Even girl Akulina... But however, children-popadantsev the Middle Ages have an experience of secular traveling on elite racers, and boys lackeys, mastered during predrill of horses. As was considered, according to the imperial military doctrine, transition to modernization has to be stage-by-stage. So and a cavalry to use not a sin. And as a hobby horses as incense... Knyazhich for some reason left boots on a grass, but so it appeared even lovchy. Abner thrashes a horse barefoot heels up to grain. The animal is frightened and does not try to be kicked up, especially the hudyushchy boy, easier than the adult in a cuirass. Despite all talk on acceleration, Ivan the Terrible's contemporaries are only ten centimeters lower than an average value of the twenty first century. So children from the nineteenth still look boys. Only one Andrey Dubina growth almost like adult... Well, and as differently, if to it fifteenth year. Here before Abner jumped out not particularly as the escaped Polish sir. The boy, without spending time for adjustment fire, reflex having left from wide saber blow, set to "boar" the grenade to a temple. Without pulled out checks, the grenade, something like a small bludgeon, and the blow was towards and the bull having flown by by inertia was disconnected. The right Abner nearly dislocated to himself actually children's brush, but managed to avoid falling, was leveled and said: - All fall - rise only ennobled spiritually! Boys try to be knights too; postrelivat only in those who else try to resist or are notable a look. Akulina even changed the tactics and without any jeer, asks those whom she manages to overtake in German or in Polish: - You want to live? If the answer yes, that the order of a hand up and a belly to the earth, but if is not present... That under war laws. Here one of the German the prince with small group of bollards rushed to counterattack. The grandee has a red sweaty face, and the long as if at the hero of the comic book red with an usishcha wave. It roars in style of Hitlerites: - Russish kinder zer shvayn! Abner automatically thrust and got to him into a breast, having punched actually through a cuirass. Blood fountainlet, and then more scattered from a silver chain armor, than tsentnerovy hulk was squelched down. And other children did not quail. Mowed clean weeds, however, together with Cossacks. And without ceremonies coped with it, pressing small insects. And the voivode is cool too, cuts with a long sword as if the epic athlete. Hair at it are picked up by the golden wreath decorated with diamonds, and a voice thunderous as if the church choir and whole chorus in a broad chest of the hero is hidden. And blows, such what you will think still, not from it wrote off Ilya Muromts? Boys however, can show more and more seldom the heroism. Soldiers foreigners fall and ask for mercy. Are given herds, crowds... On bellies creeping, to themselves beg for pathetic life. Even sirs with the arrogance glorified for the whole world, and libezdit. Here and battle al