Coming out of the saloon, the trio of heroes argued. Nastya was against. Kostya with the Snow Maiden were ready for feats of arms.

- Well, think for yourself! What can we oppose to plasma heated to 3000 degrees Celsius?

- Frost is absolute zero! - Angry flashing emeralds of his eyes, persuaded her friend red-haired Creole.

- Girls! Let's not argue! Let fate dispose of us, reaching for a long time noted by him a five-alty with an eagle on both sides. If the eagle stand, if tails ...

- What are you, eared in me saw? - Demonstrating steel claws, asked elf, now pokotsayu! Your mulka with eagles does not roll!

- Well, not climbed and not necessary - laughed the lad, gently kissing the princess.

- Okay! If you want to be likened to those unhappy, pointing to a couple of unhappy, slowly wandering to the slaughter, then I'm with you. - Nastya, with her head held high, charged the mortar to failure.

Upon closer examination of the lad and the lad, it turned out that they are the notorious Ivan and Elena.

- In short, do not stick out, keep a distance and only in case of our defeat, boldly go out to meet your death, - an ice girl distributed rights and duties

The brother and sister nodded amicably with the head of the head, vividly resembling the Chinese dummies.

The sky has become terrible. The sun has gone out. Lead silence descended on the city. Silent pichugi. Shut up dogs. Stop rustling mouse. The rain stopped. Lonely passersby hid from their homes and heating routes.

Far away on the very edge of the blue sky an ever-increasing dot appeared. Embraced brother and sister shook like aspen leaves for fear of inevitability. The hour of revelation has arrived! The one-headed dragon landed in the center of the town. Wherever you look, there were only wings and a tail. The head, the size of Kilauea volcano, was ready to spew out streams of plasma and lava.

- Who is that and what will you be? - Said the standard greeting Constantine, drawing a sword from behind his shoulders.

“Hee, haha,” the fire-breathing creature laughed, I'll show you right now!

In confirmation of a brief tirade, the amphibian opened its mouth and attempted to scorch the trinity of microbes.

Natasha, straightening out her left arm, made a whistling sound on the verge of hearing:

- Th-shch-shch-yu-yuu

The plasma that originated in the dragon’s womb turned into a piece of ice the size of a tower of Pisa. The winged monster choked and remained with a razvyavin mouth. Lump did not let her zazyavit. In an instant of sneezing of a cold baby, travelers by fairy tales appeared on the back of a vile creature. Their requirements were simple and clear. A pair of mines released into the cumpol of the creature confirmed that they did not intend to joke.

Orlan of Canterbury, waving his hundred-meter wings, flew home, carrying on his back, those who will soon teach him a lesson.

Dragon Kingdom abounded in marble buildings. Koi were from themselves, living quarters, dining rooms, training halls and dance floors.

- I don't pick it up, don't you eat them or what? - Looking at the happy young people, scurrying around here and there, Kostya asked.

- What for? - answered the dragon, freed from the ice block, - I’m a herbivore.

- And fig all this, then? - the Snow Maiden was amazed.

- Well, something like Eden. They are there to drink. And here is sport, a healthy lifestyle. No tobacco, alcohol and herbs. And their children are deprived of all kinds of vicissitudes of civilization.

- And who are you to this encouragement, pondered? - asked Elven Princess.

I myself ... - drooping his eyes from a three-story house, for a shy dragon.

- There is a catch here! - Kostya declared with doubt in his voice, - you wanted to burn us up !?

- How so! And then I do not know the abilities of the Snow Maiden! It was a trap for you.

“And why would you not tell the residents of the town about your intentions,” Natasha asked.

- He spoke before ... do not believe.

After visiting the hospitable dragon. Having rejoiced for Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka, brought later, the same day, friends transferred through the rocky mountains, by a noble creature, continued on their way to waiting for their beloved, Santa Claus, reclining under droppers and eating, so nourished everyday kashki.

Their way was long and full of dangers.

Ahead of the travelers for many miles stretched the valley with the paradise bushes. Throughout its length, a variety of fruits, vegetables, and berries grew in apparent disorder.

“We'll have lunch now,” said the lad happily rubbing his hands.

“Natasha and I have a diet, so we eat berries and fruits,” Nastya decided to go down after her lover.

- What do you decide for me? - A girlfriend was amazed - I can potatoes, I want, with tomatoes and cucumbers!

- Girls do not quarrel, there is only bulk. Now we will bake a fire, and you will have potatoes and cucumbers with tomatoes.

Going to the potato field, Konstantin grabbed the tops of the leaves he liked and tried to pull. Suddenly he heard cries of pain and rage, prompted him to temporarily abandon charitable classes.

- Oh, you're a snake! - A voice was heard from somewhere, near Nastya, who was standing beside a cherry tree, - She wanted to eat me! No, have you seen anything like that ?! She wanted to enjoy me! I lie to myself quietly so, I rest, and here comes some idiot and declares that I am delicious and she will eat me right now.

- This is not heard ...!

- It's outrageous... !

- We will complain ...!

Screaming cherries frantically. Konstantin, who approached the Elven Princess, carefully closed the razzyavinny, almost down to the mouth. The girl in complete prostration looked at the cherry that rolled on her open palm, which screamed wildly and was indignant, the bonfire of the girl, on which the light stands.

A strange rustle sounded behind, revealed to the gaze of shocked travelers a terrifying sight. The potato, self-digging, briskly wiggled tubers in the amount of not one hundred bushes, threateningly approached the returnees.

- It seems that we, have fallen into the realm of talking vegetables, - summed up what is happening, approached Snow Maiden.

“I don’t remember something like that,” scratching the back of his head, the boy said.

- confusion! Have you not read “The Adventures of Chippolino” !? - Countess Cherry was indignant to the depths of the soul.

- It seems, I remember, Kostya smiled broadly.

- He is still lybitsya! Cheeky - She screamed off the Countess in her best feelings. Briskly jumping over a branch, with a place that belonged to her, she, calling for her comrades in support, screamed like a sliced ​​chicken, turning to a nearby lemon tree:

- Mr. Prince Lemon, Mr. Prince Lemon! Do something. These vile creatures, come to us by war! These rats of food, these murderers of our freedom-loving people ...

“Do not worry, dear countess,” came a voice from the upper branches of the lemon tree, who would come to us with teeth, and die from the teeth! Potato knit loafers! Chippin to gas attack - come on! Coconut artillery! The fire! Nut: Cook! Pumpkins, watermelons, ride through the insolent, let them feel the freedom-loving and peacemaking of our people. We don’t give up to defile our primordial land!

Hearing eloquent appeals, the army of Dzhanirodarium, attacked the newcomers who tried to trample the most expensive: Freedom and Otuda Independence! My heroes, entangled and mowed down with potato tops, my heroes received excellent blows to all parts of the body with coconuts, walnuts and other hard-hardened representatives of the flora flying. For fallen travelers, tank armies, consisting of the largest specimens, watermelons and pumpkins, rolled heavily. Creeping up unnoticed, the Chippolins, poured their poison into the eyes, ears and noses of the offenders.

- What are you waiting for?! - She asked a friend at a friend, cutting it with steel claws that entangled her tops.

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