Buratina sat in the first row and looked with delight at the lowered curtain.

On the curtain were dancing little men, girls in black masks, scary bearded people in caps with stars, a sun like a pancake with nose and eyes, and other entertaining pictures from which butterflies fluttered in Buratinki’s belly, carrying pollen on wings with pollen of desire, and his eyes shyly lowered to the floor.

Three times they sounded the bell, and the curtain rose. On a small stage, cardboard trees stood to the right and left. Above them hung a lantern in the shape of a moon and was reflected in a piece of a mirror on which two swans, made of cotton, with golden noses, were swimming. A small man in a long white long-sleeved shirt appeared from behind the cardboard tree.

His face was sprinkled with powder, white as tooth powder. He bowed to the most respectable public and said sadly:
- Hello, my name is Pierrot ... Now we will play in front of you a comedy called; "A girl with blue hair, Or Thirty-three penetrations." I will be banged with a stick, slaps and slaps. This is a very funny comedy ...

Because of another cardboard tree, another person jumped out, all checkered, like a chessboard. He dragged behind him some object similar to a carpentry workbench with wheels. A girl was lying on the workbench, pressed against her chest and abdomen. Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth was gagged, and her wide, milky white legs were tied to the legs of the workbench. Lilac dress wrapped on his back, exposing the round ass. Blue curls framed a freckled face, with brightly painted black mascara eyes. The girl smacked luxurious eyelashes, trying not to look into the eyes of the public, and was filled with red paint.

The man bowed to the most respectable public:
- Hello, I am a Harlequin!
After that, he turned to Pierrot and released two slaps to him, such voiced that powder fell from his cheeks, and tears gleamed in his eyes.
- Why are you whimpering, you fool?
“I’m sad because I want to get married,” answered Pierrot.
- Why didn't you get married?
- Because my bride ran away from me ...
“Ha-ha-ha,” Harlequin rolled with laughter, “they saw a fool! ... Surely she met your microscopic member!”

He grabbed a stick and broke off Pierrot.
- What is your bride's name?
- And you will not fight anymore?
- Well, no, I just started.
“In that case, her name is Malvina, or a girl with blue hair.”
- Ha ha ha! - Harlequin rolled again and let Pierrot release three cuffs. - Listen, the most respectable audience ... But are there girls with blue hair?

The audience laughed loudly and pointed at the associated girl. Harlequin pretended not to understand anything, weighing Piero's voiced slaps. Finally he was tired and sat on the stump to wipe the sweat. Scratching his eggs through the colorful costume, he traced what the audience pointed to, and if by chance, he noticed a workbench with a blue-haired girl. Harlequin deftly jumped, foolishly ride the wheel, so much so that he was right behind her.
- We'll see. - He said, intently peering into the crotch of the girl.
The work bench stood in such a way that a girl with blue hair looked into the hall, and a restless harlequin leaned behind her back. He faked the fabric of light panties with a thin long finger and pulled it hard until he burst with a loud sound. The hall clapped, and the girl's eyes often blinked with huge eyelashes.
- So, so, and here are blue.- Harlequin amused looking at the vagina opened to him. - Pierrot, how did you say your name is your bride?
- Malvina! - He cried sadly and rushed to the defenseless girl.
The harlequin gave him a ringing slap in the face, from which Pierrot fell and wept bitterly. A nasty jester, lowering his pants, waving his penis as long and thin as his fingers.
- Stupid Pierrot! What do you think, how many dives will it take for your bride to shake her filly?
Harlequin had already attached himself to the back, and the spectators, who were sitting in the most extreme places, could see that, putting the head to the tender girl's slit, he led the member down and up.
- Angry and cruel Harlequin. - answered sobbing Pierrot. “You scoff at the dolls, but you can't make Malvin shout from sweet agony, you're disgusted with her!”
He spat in the direction of the jester, but did not hit. Harlequin, as if crazy, laughed, and with a sweep threw his long pod at the bound girl, shouting disgustedly:
- Raaaaaz!
The girl's eyes opened wide, and it was clear how her face tightened.
Harlequin ottyanul his pelvis back and again put in the most eggs.
- Dvaaaa!
Pouring, Harlequin counted out.
- Triiii!
- Chetyyyre!
Everyone noticed how the crimson red on the face of a girl with blue hair replaced a soft blush. Eyes covered themselves and only terry eyelashes trembled in time with blows. She was breathing loudly, and the hall was silent, gazing enchantedly at the unfolding action.

...

- Twelve!
- Thirteen!
The voice of the Harlequin became hoarse. Pierrot hid his hands in his hands and sobbed softly. The girl deafly moaned through the gag, yielding a small back to meet the movements of the penis. Buratina looked around. To her left, a solid adult Aunt boldly wielded her hand under her full skirt, looking at the stage with oily eyes. From all this, she had such a hunger between the legs, that she tightened her hips, with her palm sandwiched between them.

...

- Twenty nine!
- Thirty!
Harlequin pushed especially briskly, and a blue wig flew off the beautiful head, giving way to black curly locks. The whole room gasped. After all, everyone believed that Malvina was in front of them. Buratina from surprise and jumped on the spot, remaining standing with his mouth open.

- Look, this is Buratin! - shouted Harlequin, noticing a stunned wooden girl in the first row, pointing at her with his finger.
- Live Buratina! - yelled Pierrot, waving his long sleeves.
A lot of dolls jumped out of cardboard trees - girls in black masks, scary bearded caps, hairy dogs with buttons instead of eyes, hunchbacks with noses like cucumber ... Or something else. Everyone decides for himself. All of them ran up to the candles that stood along the ramp, and peered, chattering:
- This is Buratin! This is Buratin! To us, to us, merry cheat Buratin!

Then she jumped from the bench to the soufleur booth, and from there to the stage. The dolls grabbed her, started hugging, kissing, pinching her ass, stroking under her skirt ... Only a bound girl could not share the general fun. Large slippery drops slowly flowed over her thighs, and the hole trembled slightly. Spectators were touched. One wet nurse even shed a tear. One fireman wept bitterly.

Only the boys in the back benches were angry and stamped with their feet:
- Pretty lick, not small, continue the show!
They hoped that they would be able to finish their pocket-work when Harlequin reinserted his long farm into the crack of a curly girl.

Hearing all this noise, a man leaned out from behind the scene, so terrible in appearance that one could feel numb with horror at the very sight of him. His thick, unkempt beard dragged along the floor, bulging eyes rotated, a huge mouth clanged his teeth as if it were not a man, but a crocodile. In one hand he held a seven-tails whip, and in the other his huge red eldu.

It was the master of the puppet theater, doctor of puppet sciences Signor Karabas Barabas. Barabas was nicknamed by women. Or rather not his, but a huge, inhuman-sized cudgel dangling between his legs.This aggravated Carabas’s ill pride, and he gladly added the name of his thing to his name.
- Ha-ha-ha, gu-gu-gu! - He roared at Buratin. - So you prevented the presentation of my beautiful comedy?
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