- Yes I do not recognize myself! In youth there was no so much force in me!
The prince cheerfully noticed:
- And you became limp ... Thought that hell it is bad ... I saw your thoughts: oh my God I suffered in that life so much. I do not ask paradise, give me rest!
Bulgakov ingeniously noticed:
- You are familiar with "Masterom and Margarita" too?
The prince kept silent, and instead of him the cat blonde inserted the contribution:
- Who in hell does not know the work devoted Great to the master. Especially, you precisely noticed, sinners in hell are forgiven only by the Satan ... There is its Omnipotence!
Bulgakov after these words shrank, suddenly again felt bashfulness, here so to stand naked before ... men? Or someone more abruptly!? Thought that it in hell, became unpleasant again. Though on the other hand, the energy pulsing in a body also suppressed fear, gave rise to confidence. Really, when the person wants rest? When it has a feeling sick and a physical infirmity. The healthy child will not begin to sit in place, he wants to move. Yes teenager too ... In it energy and hormones play, and you seem to yourself almost all-powerful, or in any case - is cleverer and stronger than the parents. But the helpless body discourages to the movement, to changes. The person grows decrepit not only a body, but also reason, and emotions. Or, on the contrary, the old man who kept excellent physical shape can go hiking. On the mountain, on a horse, on the woman or it is even better to stars!
Such dual situation: to leave painful life to hell and there, along with pain, to learn earlier not seen, such as it is impossible to present pleasure from love and feeling of force!
Appearance of already familiar dvenadtsatiglavy dragon, interrupted, ready to be let in long antimoniya of thought. You, after all always you, let and with other flesh. And if flesh is far better former, then you are you, but already in a square, and it is even better cubed!
Bulgakov did not manage to notice from where the youth elf had one more sword as the weapon itself slipped to it in hands. The handle conveniently laid down in a palm and was pleasantly warm to the touch. Bulgakov held swords only few times, visiting the museums. There they seemed to it heavy and to admit honestly, hardly he could fight them, or even to strike couple of direct shots. Right there the sword appeared much more knightly, almost two-meter, poured in all flowers of a rainbow, on light of seven moon (at last it counted them!), but at the same time, seemed almost weightless. Roofing felts material easy, roofing felts the maid after love with the prince from princes became too healthy. In any case the sword gave confidence, and desire to fight, contrary to education overflowed Bulgakov. Nevertheless it squeezed out from itself(himself):
- I do not own receptions ... Also I cannot kill!
The prince with laughter answered:
- To kill? Yes here already all dead! That it is necessary to get to die here!
Kot blonde squeaky noticed:
- People are afraid of death and hell, but the real life only begins in an underworld ... Or can be after all Viriya?
The prince instead of the answer ordered:
- On a dragon the pla rocket!
The tissue box revealed. The fancy cigarette with a swastika on the end directed to a monster. Small wings helped a cigarette to dissect the atmosphere of an underworld, air gleamed on a tail a little. Bulgakov was surprised to such attack:
- These are rockets?
Kot blonde made a purring sound:
- But we do rockets and blocked Yenisei! And in the field of the ballet - we ahead of the Universe of all!
The prince indulgently explained:
- How many people prematurely lose flesh and got here, thanks to a cigarette? This killer lethal!
The cat added:
- And the swastika will become still uboyny!
Attempt of a dragon to leave, having applied reception of a flank, failed, the cigarette was quicker! The paunch of a dragon vzbychitsya and began to bulk up a bubble. And the monster began to cough, at first slowly, then accelerating and already otrygivy blood. And the prince, looking at it, roughly stuck Bulgakov into a brawny shoulder:
- Here to what conducts smoking ... And the poet Bezdomny loved "Our brand"! What you teach children the monster to!
Bulgakov receded and. clumsily trying to cover with a sword nakedness, bellowed in reply:
- It is told by you, to Voploshchenye of a sin and arrogance!
At a cat the mood obviously deteriorated and he peeped:
- There now, a secret is revealed - it is poison!
The prince nodded to Bulgakov:
- You want to test for the first time in life as the real man feels ... Run for me!
The young man rushed in fight in one short trousers of jeans type, but air on which he went, was given by a roar. Of course, here so to take up the atmosphere when below the storm and worries the sea with waves such shades as the pool gleams if in it to spill gasoline, courage is necessary. It could not but be remembered how Jesus in real the Gospel walked on water. And Pyotr followed him too ... Did not doubt yet. But nevertheless water is represented more material substance, than air, and Jesus is more reliable ... This prince is also Voland or Mephistopheles? Bulgakov began to hesitate: really the Satan is able to afford to look so lightly? Though is not present, Lucifer is able to afford everything, and concept of solid appearance purely human. And if to remember ... Bulgakov felt with is inexpressible sharpness of reminiscence of Eros lessons with the prince of princes ... Even strong legs gave away, and in the head orchestras played. No, it is valid God of this century! And if you want?
Kot blonde, with a force, unexpected for such thin sharp-clawed paw, picked up Bulgakov and entrained. The girl felt in air a support and deaf knock as if she splashed the weight on plywood. The cat moved much more silently. The playful warrior with a tail, prompted: