The thoroughly disguised way out of the dungeon was half the size of a man. Therefore, the little girl, having thrown both legs around the neck of her servant, and pulling him with a reed, experienced the delights of an underground journey with all the comforts. You can not say about my heroes. They had to move on all fours.

Caring in the mud for the full program, they were not very happy. Especially the future queen of the Elves. It turned out that she suffers from agarophobia, arachnophobia, she was strongly oppressed by ripophobia, always a clean Elf, looked like a pig orgasmic from felting in the mud.

Repeating, constantly the name of the mother in vain, Nastya quietly howled and moaned. And when, for the five hundredth time, I tried to go back, the travelers at the end of the tunnel opened the light of fairy tales, they, having doubled their elbow motor functions, found freedom and uprightness. After saying goodbye to the words of gratitude with their guides, and receiving further direction from them, they moved forward.

On their way caught a flowing river. After washing away the dirt of the dungeon and after satisfying the hunger of one of the well-done sharks, she tried to dine by herself. As usual, they made love on the grass of the ants. Multiple waterfowl and creeping creatures were presented with several wonderful lessons of love games. The eagle owl, passing by on the affairs, has tried to remember refinement and elegance of the poses shown by human creations.

Falling apart from each other, the lovers were frightened by a storm of applause issued by the trinity, coming out of the woods. These were their old acquaintances. Captain Vrungel, Lom and invariably accompanying them, Barmaley.

- Friends! - pathetically taking off his hat, the captain exclaimed, I will readily take you to the other side, for a tiny service. Leave autographs on this disc.

- What is on it? - the princess inquired, leaving the ornate painting with a felt-tip pen provided by Barmaley.

- Pornorasskaziki about your journey, - Vrungel happily laughed, Aibolit distributes to everyone for free, tales about your adventures.

Fair wind blew sluggishly into the bathroom-like curtains, sails. How long, fast, but finally, rather a trough than a handsome ship, delivered my heroes to that shore.

Wishing a happy journey and a lower wind lower back, travelers and adventurers on the above mentioned subject, went further.

Having quickly figured out the seven goats and their leader - the Gray Wolf, who after knocking horns, who, having pulled the tail, adventurers got into the kingdom of the Three Little Pigs. Friendly fatties tried to water my friends and rob them while they were sleeping. But it was not there! The morning brought not only freshness, hangover and bitterness in the mouth, but also an all-consuming rage. The price paid for the swine hospitality rendered was not long in coming. Kostya, threatening with a mortar, and Nastya, kindly handing out cuffs and cones to pig creatures, quickly returned their cash property.

The long end of the path of the seekers of the Snow Maiden, was blocked by an inaccessible concrete fence stretching away. On the white-stone gates the ornate inscription:

"The Kingdom of Snow White and the Twelve Dwarfs".

- We got it! - Happily cried Nastya and jumped three meters high six on the sides.

- We got it! - Kostya yelled and flipped around his axis three times.

- How do we get there? - Elven Princess asked.

- We need to think ... - thought the lad.

- Think faster! Which of us are you or me? - angry girl, from the cracks of the whole body which, again climbed royal habits.The nails were stained, the teeth sharpened.

- Well, you swear all the way ?! - exclaimed the dwarf who had come from, who knows The bells on his clown hat joked funny to the beat of his words.

- And who are you and what will you be? - as usual, the fabulous greeting Kostik rattled.

- I am a renegade. You can not be afraid of me. I'll take you. I will make you invisible and inaudible. Soon the gate will open for the merchants of all sorts of things, and we will pass.

- Well that's all! - My friend Dwarf said, making tantric passes with a magic wand that looks a lot like a school pointer, around the bodies bewitched, - Crex, pex, fex! Become invisible and inaudible.

Magic words raised a storm of childhood memories in the head of a lad. It is not clear why they were associated with Italian five-coin dignity.

- And when will this happen? When will we be enchanted? - I asked Kostik.

- Already.

- But I see him? - the liberator was surprised.

- Did I hear her? - the liberator was amazed.

- So it should be! But for others, you are invisible and not audible!

Approaching the gate that opened, travelers gazed with caution at those around them. Convinced of the insolvency of their fears, they walked cheerfully to the palace through empty streets full of rare passersby. In the middle of the kingdom of Snow White and the 12 Dwarfs, a yellow-stone palace appeared. The pointing finger of the Traitor of the Dwarf, who is mincing with his bow-leggedness, barely kept up with the liberators of the warriors.

- Somewhere I've seen it? - wrinkling his forehead and nodding his head in the direction of a stately building, muttered Constantine.

- Maybe in good old England? “The Princess of the Elves inquired,” the homes of the insane were painted yellow.

Stepping inside, the gaze of my heroes was presented with a huge round hall covered with Persian carpets. Many doors with ornate inscriptions ringed the gaping emptiness. In some places in disarray hung portraits of the ruler and her comrades.

“We are here, pointing to one of the doors,” said the Dwarf.

The inscription on the said room was missing. Carefully opening the door, the trio marched into total darkness. There was an incomprehensible noise - the doors turned into armored, as it turned out, then the light flashed.

In the middle of the room, on the gilded throne, sat the golden-haired ruler in a shameless translucent robe, which did not hide at all, but rather emphasized her charms. Next to her, on a silver throne, sat a girl of unearthly beauty. Metiska, a mulatto, and maybe a Creole, with fiery reddish shock of beautiful hair. Her slightly slanting huge eyes of emerald-turquoise color attracted to the impenetrable distance. Sharply outlined facial features and arrogance in the withering gaze assumed in her a noble person.

Right and left half a dozen, Gnomes sat a little distance away.

- Who is this redhead? - whispered Kostik.

- What are you with oak fell? - his colleague was amazed - this is the Snow Maiden.

- Stop whispering! - Snow White has cast her voice, we see you and hear perfectly.

- And what about ... - angrily looking at the traitor Dwarf, did not finish the phrase Elfmaid.

- So he is a renegade! - Snow Maiden laughed, what difference does it make him to betray.

“If only they paid,” muttered the little man sideways, sideways, running away from the angry liberators.

- Here is a reptile! And as I did not remember! Kreks, Peks, Feks - this is from a fairy tale about Buratino! It was necessary to salt and water, and in the morning a tree decorated with gold coins would grow ...

- How many? - contemptuously looking at the traitor, Snow White asked.

- 30 - standard price - bowing obsequiously, proclaimed the bastard.

Having picked up the carelessly abandoned silversmiths of the fair-haired queen, the little bastard quickly retreated through the back door.

- Well, where is the ransom? My dears, the half-naked maid poured.

“The ransom is here!” - pulling out a shoulder bag, and shaking them, so that precious trinkets began to ring out and bank and treasury notes rustled - it seems to me that they are holding me for a fool, for Ivanushka the Fool! Now I’ll shoot myself a stupid head and find myself alone at home with a bottle of brandy, and you are without New ... Read more →