hands, he grabbed Buratin, carried in the pantry of the theater and hung on a nail. When he returned, shook the dolls with a seven-tail whip so that they continued the performance.

The dolls somehow finished the comedy, Malvina finished exactly on the thirty-third dive, the curtain closed, the audience dispersed. Doctor of puppet science Signor Karabas Barabas went to the kitchen for dinner. Thrusting the lower part of his beard into his pocket so as not to interfere, he sat down in front of the hearth, where a whole rabbit and two chickens were roasting on a spit. He touched the roast with his fingers, and it seemed raw to him. In the hearth there was little firewood. Then he clapped his hands three times. Harlequin and Pierrot ran in.
“Bring me that idle guy Buratin,” Signor Karabas Barabas said. - It is made of dry wood, I will throw it into the fire, my roast will be brightly fried.
The owner of the puppet theater did not know how much he was mistaken, and what Buratina was really wet. Harlequin and Pierrot fell to their knees, begged to spare the unfortunate girl.
- Where is my whip? - shouted Karabas Barabas, sorting out his massive farm.

Sobbing, they went into the pantry, took Buratinu off the nail, dragged them to the kitchen and threw them on the floor near the grate of the fireplace. Signor Karabas Barabas, terribly sniffing his nose, interfered with poker coals. Suddenly his eyes were filled with blood, his nose, and then his whole face gathered cross wrinkles. He must have hit a bit of coal in his nostrils.
- Aap ... aap ... aap ... - Karabas Barabas howled, rolling his eyes, - aap-choi! ..
And he sneezed so that the ashes rose a pillar in the hearth, and his large farm, having made a big arc in the air, hit his head on the ass. When the doctor of puppet science began to sneeze, he could not stop and sneezed fifty, and sometimes a hundred times in a row. From such an unusual sneezing, he weakened and became kinder.

Pierrot furtively whispered Buratina:
- Try to talk to him between sneezing ...
- Aap-choi! Aap-choi! - Karabas Barabas took the air with his open mouth and sneezed with a crash, shaking his head and stamping his feet. His penis began to fill with force, and no longer flew like a distraught dragon, only rotated measuredly.
In the kitchen, everything shook, glass rattled, pans and pots on nails swayed. Buratina approached him with a sly cat, and, spitting on her palms, began to drive them along the long trunk. She noted with trepidation that this club was even bigger than that of Shushary. But this time the girl was calm, because such a monster would definitely not fit into her, except that she remembers a good little clitoris. She drove on a warm surface with her nimble tongue, from which the barrel inflated even more. Karabas continued to sneeze, and between these sneezes Buratina began to howl in a plaintive little voice:
- Poor me, miserable, I don’t feel sorry for anyone!
- Stop roaring! - shouted Karabas. - And continue to lick Barabas ... Aap-chi!
“God bless you, signor,” Buratina sobbed, taking off for a second, her palms continuing to thicken the fat organ.
- Thank you ... And what - are your parents alive? Aap-choi!
“I never, never had a mother, signor.” Oh, I'm unhappy! - And Buratina screamed so piercingly that in the ears of Carabas Barabas she began to prick like a needle.

He flooded his soles, and with a heavy hand he leaned the girl against his penis, plugging her mouth with mighty flesh.
- Stop screaming, I tell you! ... Aaph-chi! And what - your father is alive?
“My poor father is still alive, signor.”
“Imagine what it would be like for your father to know that I roasted a rabbit and two chickens on you, after you polished Barabas's baby with your little tongue and smooth palms, as it should, ... Aap-cho!
The crack of Buratina was frantically throbbing at the words of this evil man. Oh, if only this majestic hulk were smaller, then she would have shown him how to polish such wonderful members.
“My poor father will soon die of hunger and cold anyway.” I am his only support in old age. Pity, let me go, signor.
- Ten thousand devils! - shouted Karabas Barabas. - About any pity is out of the question. Rabbit and chickens should be fried. Finish rather your caresses, and as soon as the first white jet breaks out, immediately get into the hearth.
“Signore, I cannot do this.”
- Why? - asked Karabas Barabas only so that Buratina would continue to caress and talk, and not squeal in his ears.
“Signore, I tried once to put my nose into the fire and only pierced a hole in it, and then Shushar’s angry rats also pierced a hole, but mine, and then ...
“What nonsense!” - Interrupted her Karabas Barabas. “What the hell are rats?” How ..
He stopped short. His eyes became concentrated and tenacious.
- How could you pierce a hole in the hearth?
- Because, signor, that the hearth and pot over the fire were painted on a piece of old canvas.
- Aap-choi! - sneezed Karabas Barabas with such a noise that Pierrot flew off to the left. Harlequin - to the right, and Buratina spun round.
- Where did you see the hearth, and the fire, and the pot painted on a piece of canvas?
- In my dad's closet Carlo.
- Your father is Carlo! - Karabas leapt up from his chair, waved his arms, his beard scattered, and from the grateful hand of Buratina the weapons began to fly out taut powerful jets. - So, it means that there is a secret in the garret of old Carlo ...

He did not finish, because his whole face was twisted from an unbearably pleasant feeling, and he flopped into a chair, and so sat for a while, staring with bulging eyes at the extinguishing fire. And under the hanging Barabas a pool of turbid liquid was formed.
“All right,” he said at last, “I will have dinner with the undercooked rabbit and raw chicken.” I give you life, Buratin. Little of...
He reached under his beard in his waistcoat pocket, pulled out five gold coins and handed them to Buratina:
- Not only ... Take the money and take it to Carlo. Bow and say that I ask him not to die of hunger and cold, and most importantly - do not leave his garret, where the hearth is painted on a piece of old canvas. Go, get some sleep and run home early in the morning.

Buratina put five gold coins in her pocket and answered with a polite bow, from which a young ass looked out from under her short skirt and, finally drenched, it was cracked.
- Thank you, signor. You could not trust money in more reliable hands ...
Harlequin and Piero took Buratin to the puppet bedroom, where the dolls again began to embrace, kiss, push, pinch and caress Buratin, so incomprehensibly avoided a terrible death in the hearth.

The old clock struck midnight. The bedroom was filled with the sound of dozens of puffing noses. Holding a dark-haired girl to her chest with lush eyelashes, Buratinka, satisfied and tired, stared at the ceiling, thinking about what Karabas said. She whispered softly to herself under her long nose:
“There’s some mystery here.”
Probably no one heard her words. The bedroom was quiet, only a warm girl hugged Buratin tight, settling herself more comfortably.

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