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IT IS NECESSARY FOR

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IN A MIRROR

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NOT NECESSARY TO BE ABLE

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WAITED, AND THEN

AND WAS

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FOR A

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BE MADE

HIS PARENTS ALWAYS SEEMED

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THE OTHERS

QUESTION BEDOKURU, BUT

KOKENU IT WOULD

THE CENTRE

SMALL COURT YARD

THE STONE

AND WINGS OF

THERE THERE WAS A

A DRAGON

AND ANOTHER

A PAIN

AND MEN WERE APPROXIMATELY IN

HEJVIGU. IN THE STREET IT

HAS REFLECTED

SALAMANDERS DO NOT

SHE HEARS IT

SHOULD EXECUTE THE MISSION

NOW I NEED TO

AND AN ANIMAL IS

HAS STOPPED. THERE THERE

YOU HAVE RESCUED ME

FWW72


ALL ITS

Arlo has thrust a dart in a soft damp partition of a nose. The dragon has howled and has recoiled. For any instant its heavy body has concerned a smooth wall of the tunnel, having formed on the other hand emptiness. Whether It will be possible to slip in it?
Hejvig has collected a society in which women and men were approximately in equal Quantity. It was the present society soldered by the uniform purposes. They had customs, rituals, laws … Yes, it was present triumph Hejviga. Sahem has created army, and the person, sworn to destroy it, has created a tribe.
To travel in time, it is necessary to provide at least base for a life, a roof over a head. Therefore preliminary it is necessary to "dive" some times into the future for preparation of the most necessary.
The beginning of the thirteenth century which Catholicism named apogee of a civilisation for then the western churchmen have struck blow to east stronghold of Christianity was such. And in one and a half centuries, having devastated Asia Minor, Turks have entered into Europe.
– I did not speak it, dock. Moreover, I do not trust in it. It seems to me, that all of us we are a part of any grandiose mechanism. And the more we do not know, the more widely a range sew freedom.


– Karelo, I the unique person who tries to see through millenia. But I cannot! However I feel, that, probably, Eerija will bring machine aspects in the future life. Also what then will be?
– You know, what most convenient place for carrying out secret hronokineza? You think, a pay phone? No. A toilet room. Very romantically, isn't that so?
Arlo has quickly estimated the possibilities. It is possible to throw it in the river, to alloy to the nearest kitomeduze. Kitomeduza the average sizes it is capable to swallow in some hours a skeleton. But the Hell it was still live and, despite troubles which it to it delivered, he did not want, that she has died. Not including adults, friends at it never was. Now he has understood, how they did not suffice it.
He did not think, that this desire simply to revenge Xenia's murderers. Leonsa has supported it as any woman of a glacial age rises near to the man. He recognised, that to some extent it is right.


Before pilgrims there was no financial problem. This epoch was a prosperity epoch. Each of inhabitants could divide food and a shelter with pilgrims, receiving for it only stories of the skilled people who many have seen on light.
On October, 31st, 1971 it was necessary on Sunday. It means, that tomorrow children will go to school. Looking at children, I have recollected children when they were at the same age, I about Kejt. I have made fire in a fireplace, have prepared the favourite tube, a mug with hot sidrom, I have put favourite plate Kejt on a player have sat down at fire, having plunged in memoirs. To me it was quiet, and I was happy.
– Well, it is young, – I have tried to calm him. – it is possible, streptomycin … – I has risen, has clapped it on the bent back. – Calm down, the sonny. Listen, that I will tell … – And I admitted to it, that five years ago in conversation with one writer from California could not be kept and have told to it separate details of epoch Mauri about which has learnt from Hejviga. This strange culture has intrigued me, and I have thought, that this person, the writer trained in reflexions and assumptions, can explain me their some riddles and paradoxes. Naturally, I have told nothing to it about Hejvige and about an information source. Having listened to me, the writer has asked of the permission to use some thoughts in the products, and I have not found the reasons for refusal.
– If you well conduct yourself, will go with us without noise, we will leave her alone. I even will make to it a prick, after all, how much I understand, in a small suitcase a syringe and medicines?
Hejvig has returned to a room. Near a wall laid dying Moriarti. House, servants and pupils Dukasa have bunched. Some of them have been wounded in firing. Bardas the dead laid.


Arlo stood on a place, and three women have come nearer to it. Urd has stretched the lean hand and has put to its boy on a breast. Its fingers zaskolzili on muscles of its breast, and from a mouth the stream of any gibberish has poured down.
These children well knew, that they need to do, and nevertheless Hejvig has searchingly looked at them, on those whom he has chosen for performance of the important issue.
In a city fires flared. The bitter smoke curled. People as mad rats, hid in houses or ran out from them. And everywhere they were waited by one: murders, violence, robberies, beatings, mockeries. In streets corpses rolled. Blood flew on ditches. Mothers mourned over children, children with the loud we cry searched for mothers, yet did not become victims terrified from blood and murder of vandals. All priests subjected to severe tortures that they have told where church treasures are hidden. All has been plundered: subjects of art, a jewelry were scattered on the whole continent. And a little that was preserved. Not thinking of a cultural value of treasures, barbarians broke out precious metals and stones, the rest was burnt. So much was lost from this a cultural heritage that stored Constantinople till this awful day. And Turks were here at anything. All were made by crusaders.



– We can enjoy a life together with you, not having thought that will occur or should occur. – she attentively looked at it. Are we with you we can make. We will find to ourselves a secluded place for habitation … After all we are not going to live in Eerii?
Hejvig has arrived to Istanbul around docks and has gone kruzhnoj road not to guide spies. The road was almost empty. In one hand it bore the chronologist, in another – a flat small suitcase where Xenia's life consisted. The rain strewed from the grey sky, and soon all its clothes were dripping wet, the cold rose to a body. The sound of its steps on slippery stones was boomingly carried on deserted streets. He hurried up. After all has passed more than fifteen minutes since he has left Xenia. There were three o'clock in the afternoon, and twilight has already hung over a city.
Subsequently he could not remember at all as all it occurred. Battle was too furious and short. After all its opponents could do the same, as it. Moriarti has already disappeared from a room when Hejvig has appeared again. Shot Mendozy, Hejvig has thundered, not being late, has moved forward in time where at once has noticed escaping Moriarti. It has shot the gangster and has returned back.
– Neither that nor another. I did not demand from it belief change. As to me, I should remain the approximate Catholic not to lose trust at the trading partners, Italians and francs. We have found the priest who has married us, and then the western bishop who for a certain bribe has released to me a sin. Xenia did not care at all of it and quite tolerantly concerned belief and religion questions. She has been firmly assured, that I will not burn in a hell after death, after all my sacred so treated kindly me. But also, it was so is happy …
On it there was a dress very similar on represented in DZL. She always put on, despite suffocating heat. The clothes became a part of its peshcherno-house ritual, and Arlo never occurred, that can be differently. Kokene was about fifty, and it is beautiful or is ugly – what difference? It his mother.