- How many?

- You better not know this ...

- Everyone says like that. And you there too.

- 58. Well, feel better? Faith in your feature not lost?

- Feel better, but the 60th will not be!

- I would like to! - smiled Nastya and gently kissed her favorites.

There was a hut on the edge of the forest. Chicken legs, for some reason was not observed, but the doors with windows, too.

Suddenly, in the distance I heard the sound of jet liner engines. White smoke trail scribbled a stretch of sky. Stupoobrazny aircraft with a bang and crash, landed near the travelers. From him on springy ichigahs, the hunchbacked, squint-eyed, one-legged, but gallant old woman stretched out briskly. Right off the bat, the grandmother asked:

- What will you be and where are you going?

Touching Kostya by the shoulder, Nastya delivered an eloquent speech:

- Hello Jadwiga Makarovna. Elven we are. I am a princess, and this is my page.

Kostya raised his eyebrows up in amazement, but said nothing.

“We keep the path to Koschey,” continued Kostina, the mistress.

Describing what and how, why and where, the princess asked for help.

- I will help you guys, good deed conceived. Look for that mountain, there is a glade of mushrooms covered with mushroom toadstools, there is an underground passage leading directly to the Immortal's storerooms.

How long, how long, but after going around the indicated mountain, my heroes tracked down a secret manhole into the kingdom of Koshcheevo. After walking a couple of kilometers along a damp dungeon, the couple buried themselves in a spiral staircase, on which, rising, their eyes were presented countless treasures. A half-dark hall the size of a school gymnasium was littered with heaps of gold, gemstones, dollars, pounds and yuan. From the edge looms liras with rubles.

Suddenly a bright light flashed, causing the beginning thieves to be taken aback. From the invisible doorway came a handsome man. The brocade raincoat, studded with rubies from a hen's egg, betrayed in him not the last person in the Koscheev kingdom. The massive crown of pure gold, a weight of weight, made it possible to think that it was the ruler of all Koscheia.

- Caught the thieves! - the king cried angrily, - take them! And for a stake in the central square, so that it can be a warning. With the girl wait a bit. With the girl I will have a little fun, but then still for the stake.

“She is, by the way, a princess,” said Kostya, voiced by the two guardsmen.

- Yes, I know that she is a princess elf. And now what? She can steal?

“It’s a pity,” said the beginner thief, “now I don’t see the New Year's Galaxy.”

- Stop! - Koschey gesture stopped the guards, ready to drag off the offender - what this baby says, - he turned to Nastya.

“We need money to buy Snow Maiden,” the frightened girl whispered.

- So this is a good cause! Release them. And what are you through the back porch, and, like all people, go through the main entrance and ask if there is not enough tyama?

The lovers looked at each other. Indeed, their such thought did not bother to visit.

- Okay. Take as much as you want and get out before changing your mind.

The king and the guards disappeared behind the doors.

- Strange? In fairy tales Koschey angry and Baba Yaga too. And here? - Kostya was amazed, filling a canvas bag with valuables, forgotten by someone in the corner, - and it looks not like this one - a handsome man, a young man.

- In fairy tales, the dwarves are kind and not mercantile, and here they demand ransom.

- And how do you explain this?

- This is not to me, to the fish.

Having filled the bag, Nastya said:

- Let's sit down on the track and go.

- Maybe make love on the track and go? - suggested the guy.

- Great idea! - smiled Elven princess.

Wordless piles of gold, jewels, and a handful of money from different countries, watched as two lovers on the Persian rug taught each other lessons from the book "The Tao of Love" or the textbook "On Family and Marriage." Having quenched the thirst of restless hearts, the rescuers of the Snow Maiden set off on their way to the kingdom of the Dwarfs and their evil ruler Snow White.

- With the bag parting, handles to the top, gently coaxed Fox Alice.

Basilio the Cat, meanwhile, moored with a mortar on the Elven princess, then on Constantine. The quivering heroes, rather than from fear, but from the cold of the snow-covered frosty forest, smiled gently at the robbers.

- Well, I'll ask you right now! - Nastya burst out laughing, - the little dark-eyed.

Having jumped three meters six on the sides, the princess sank down beside the cattle a little half-green in a half-bow. Releasing her right leg sharply, showing a vertical twine at an angle of 30 degrees, she gently and gently touched a blunt-headed object called the cat's common head, sent the owner of this object to the long-term flight of oblivion, not forgetting to take the murder weapon. Turning toward Fox, the future Queen of the Elves cooed:

- Who sent you! Speak! Or will shreds of red wool fly around the back streets !?

- Yes, it is ... Nastya, I ..., - fooling herself for fear of Lisa Alice, she shook a large shiver, - Buratino! - handing over with the guts of the employer, the redhead screamed and went off to her feet, only her heels gleamed.

- Pinocchio?!? - Kostya was surprised, - is this wooden boy, whom they swelled by five soldiers?

- When it was? - the princess grinned crookedly, - a hundred years have passed. He mate long ago ...

Coming out of the snow-covered forest on the avenue of St. Karabasia, clean streets of the pastoral town presented themselves before the friends. Here and there, business turtles were scrambling in white and pink caps. Having stopped one, travelers on fairy tales, asked if they were far from the tavern of the Three Minnows. Poking Tortilla for more conviction with an expropriated mortar and taking the sword out of its sheath with a pont, they quickly received a proper answer:

“All the time, right, right along Malvina Avenue, you will face Arlekino Street.” She will bring you to Artemon Square. There in the middle ... It's hard not to notice.

Famished friends, not yet warmed up, much angry, quickly turning over with their feet, reached the designated area. In the middle, they saw a 40-storey building of glass and concrete. On the pediment, imbuing with gold and the lining of the archway, the familiar letters: "Tavern of three minnows." Slightly taller than three times large: "Carabas, Duremar and Buratino State Building Empire & Co."

The inhospitable gates, flung open in the face of the pope's doorman, Carla, did not let my heroes in.

- You are homeless, passport-free and also without headgear. You do not belong here! Only the chosen are free to cross the threshold of this institution.

- Call me Neo! - said Konstantin, taking the katana from behind his broad shoulders, - and no matter how, I will chop you into pieces, as agent Smith.

“You are welcome,” the doorman opened the door with an obsequious smile.

- Huli need these ragged! - Screamed the wooden owner of factories, pipes, steamers.

- What the fuck are they doing here ?! - the mayor of Karabas cried.

“It seems to me that they should be loaded into a jug with leeches, and the money should be taken away,” Duremar explained.

- And I would have them for the stake, for the stake! - the bloodthirsty blue-haired, pink orientation, beast poked predatory giggling.

- We've come with peace! - Kostya said, clicking on the trigger of the mortar.

A huge chandelier, resembling a flaming hearth, slowly and gently sank onto the table of offenders. Crumbled with myriads of glass, smeared in shrimp sauce, mustard, soup, soufflé and meat products flavored with Julien, Provence, and just a hrenodёrom, perfectly contacting all parts of the body of the elite of this world. Smeared, stained, broken by glass, rejecting arrogance, became sincerely happy for the guests who were not asked.

“What dear guests have come to,” the mayor asked, smiling with a malevolent smile.

- We are so glad to you! So excited! - Malvina started singing.

- We want to eat! - Constantin explained gloomily.

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