Having moved away for a considerable distance, the Snow Maiden tried to give Ivan private lessons. To her great amazement, which seemed stupid, the lad himself could teach her, and who was the teacher and who was the student, quite a controversial issue. Nastya and Kostya also did not lose time in vain, and in order to stifle the aching sighs and sighs from another fire, they kissed so loudly that the jackals howled away, the owl began to howl, and Don, Goat, and the Toed Bear, howling nearby, sarcasticly enough: “Well, you fucking give! ”.

Matted with non-aromatic dampness, freshness of extinguished fires, woke up a couple. Shirknuv, as usual, with the steel of their claws on the birch bark deftly substituted by Kostya, Nastya allowed a new bonfire to flare up. Having a full breakfast with the rest of the dinner, the four went towards the swamp, in search of Ivanushkin's fate.

“Ten versts, not a hook for a mad dog,” thoughtfully, said Constantine.

- Philosopher, damn it! - Nastya burst out laughing, - look not drown as at the beginning of the way. Here birches are not observed, pointing to the quiet expanse of the treacherous surface of the swamp, added Elfmaid.

“Kua-a, ku-aa,” came the call-out cry, probably of Ivan’s bride.

- We, there, - showing just to the left, where the sound came from, Kostya explained.

Holding on to each other, the four people moved towards the thick thickets of Hazel, who did not understand where it came from in the swamp. Spread bushes showed a wonderful sight to friends.

- And in the fairy tale, she was small, - the accompanying Snow Maiden was surprised.

Dark green, in places pimply of creation, in the format of a one-year-old calf, sitting on a gilded throne, in a golden crown, vividly resembled the Frog Princess from a fairy tale, with the exception of one detail - of enormous size. In the three-fingered hands of the creature, the arrow was reclining, on which was clearly guessed the inscription: “Ivan the Fool”, which dispelled all doubts.

- Grunting for the order a couple of times, the Frog said in human language:

- And how did she turn into a hefty girl?

“Threw off the skin and everything,” Kostya explained.

- And under it Thumbelina?

- Hmm ... Logical! But carry something easier! How many kilos are you?

- 67, - croaked Tsarevna. Just do not carry me. I can walk.

Having said these words, she turned to the lad with her mouth open:

- Slap something close! And answer the question: "Do you take me as a wife or not?"

- And where will go? - the youth said, having closed the slurp, - you can’t trample against tienka.

- I am not interested in your darling, tell me for yourself!

- I take! - said Ivan the Fool.

- Well, tads, ladies! - Pressing, the princess said some button on her neck.

The green robe was asleep and the creation of unearthly beauty appeared before the eyes of travelers and their friend. I no longer undertake to describe this beauty, due to the breakdown of three keyboards and two mice. In short, it's a bad fall!

Tsarevna did not take the green skin, broke off only the crown, briefly explaining: “Why the hell would she tell me? Skin something? "

Accompanying the lovers to the hut, the trinity took a steam bath in the Russian bathhouse. I tried different foods. Beer hop, honey every kind. And they went, hurrying home. And what's there left? Less than a week! Need to hurry!

“And how many days are left,” the youth asked the girls, looking at the vast ocean of the desert, stretching wherever they cast their eyes.

- 3 days, - Nastya smiled sweetly and tenderly, methodically and melodiously, shaking her claws with the steel of her claws.

“Yes ... Kostik, I have no envy towards you,” said the Snow Maiden, pursing her lips angrily. You have a choice: either hara-kiri, or deep freeze, followed by dividing into thousands of parts.

“What kind of bloodthirsty creatures you are,” the traveler chuckled at the fairy tales, “or maybe we’re walking five kilometers?” And there it will be seen.

“Well, skip us, Konstantin Susanin,” the Elf barked arrogantly and playfully, hiding her nails in the places assigned to them.

At the fourth kilometer, the monotony of the sandy landscape suddenly changed. It is not clear where the giant oaks grew from, the diversity of deciduous trees here and there amazed the travelers. Behind the wall was visible impassable forest.

- It is a trap! - cried Susanin.

- And we had no idea !!? - the future queen confirmed predatoryly with the emerald eye.

- There seems to be a winding path? - Perstoukazalas forward, Natasha.

- Louis Adelante! - My hero said and crossed against the dangers and uncertainties.

Girlfriends trotted in single file for not very wide back of the hero. After a couple of dozen steps the path came to the kazzdets and a wonderful garden opened to the eyes of travelers. A variety of fruit trees struck the eye and woke up unpleasant memories.

Deja vu descended on the noble chela travelers.

- Something tells me that we once again got into the gardens of Janirodarium, - said the lad, - they are too fake.

The sun was dim, the gentle breeze gently twisted the foliage, the pichugas sang their uncomplicated songs. Natasha's outstretched hand to the apple tree acquired a beautiful translucent fruit, the scent of which forced the stomach to shrink in anticipation of sensuality. Having tasted a piece of overseas fruit, the Snow Maiden huddled in a paroxysm of contentment and firmly stuck to an apple tree, devouring ambrosia in rage.

- Look not burst! - warned the lad, absorbing here and there juicy variety of the Garden of Eden.

“Mmmm, how delicious,” plunging Nastia into her watermelon, into a watermelon that was previously split on the knee.

After lying a bit in the shade of the bushy trees and stroking the drumming of the stomachs, the trio advanced further. A huge meadow of beautiful flowers was discovered behind the fruit-grove grove. Their size, shape, coloring amazed and appeased travelers. Probably somewhere there grew the same Flower Seven-color flower. Or maybe even the notorious Scarlet Flower.

Seeing a scarlet rose, more like a tulip, the size of which exceeds a horse's head, Kostya decided to present an unforgettable gift to one of his mistresses.

- Stop dumbass! Do not take in head to tear! - shouted one of the bestowed.

It was probably the Snow Maiden? Maybe Elf woman? Now it was no longer important. The sun has gone out! And in the sands it became dark! Silent birds. The unpleasant, now fierce, wind pulled the fruit grove to the ground. Three-meter monster revealed itself to the world of fairy tales. It did not look like Alien, it was not like a Predator. Jeepers Creepers also had no relationship with him. Nothing human from Fredy Kruger was observed. But animal fear from what he saw paralyzed the limbs of a guy and his companions.

“Mom,” the Snow Maiden wailed.

“I seem to have described myself,” Nastya sulked.

“And I am both,” Kostya was upset. Looking for a withered and instantly puffy flower.

- How dare you! “The monster has prophesied,” tore a scarlet flower. Many hundreds of years, I came here to delight my soul with the admiration of this beautiful creation of flora. Now you will die in terrible agony. I will tear you apart, but I will do it slowly, with feeling, sensibly, with alignment.

- And there are no other options? - Tightening wet pants and pants, washed in a creek that ran nearby, asked Kostik.

- There is! - the monster loudly voiced, - let one of your companions love me, then I will turn into a beautiful prince and, we will live happily ever after, and die in one day.

Glancing at his companions, Konstantin nervously snapped his fingers. Fond of his elastic-and-sharpness and the firstness of his first, completely naked passion, carefully washing his combo in the turbulent waters of a flowing stream, he involuntarily turned his eyes to Snow Maiden.Natasha, erotically and plastically in a pose of a cancer neck, also showed the world very sexual revelations. And do not be here Monsters disgusting ... Read more →