Having said these words, Ivanushka, ugh, Konstantin substituted one of the Colts to his temple.

- Sweet! I, of course, understand that once you’ve got a yellow color in a house, its atmosphere is oppressive, but please do not do it! You promised that the 60th will not be ?! - Nastya was upset.

- Then let them bring the real Snow Maiden, and not this red-haired turkey.

- And I, do you think, who? - a furious fiery red-haired fury, exposing itself zayalyarchennye claws, as recently as yesterday, with a vile intention to scratch the face of the offender in the form of a chess field, began its approach to the victim.

- And my confirmation is not enough for you? - the fighting girlfriend was amazed.

- Not enough ... One more step and I shoot! - turned to a false maiden Kostik.

She limply hands down, returned to the throne.

- Nastya, where did you find such a jerk? The metiska asked her friend - why doesn't he even believe you ?!

- Probably, the impact of travel, an excessive intellectual load on his brain. Extrasensory inverted perception of the current world is inadequate ...

- Stop talking nonsense! - Evil, looking at his mistress, interrupted her lad, give me a real Snow Maiden and I will give money!

- And what is your idea: "Real"? - Approaching the guy and gently stroking his hand, while gently and carefully looking into his eyes, she asked the fire-haired woman.

“Blond blond hair, blue eyes, pale face skin,” Kostik began to list.

The farce of what was happening was that the Snow Maiden transformed to the beat of his words.

- You have not forgotten about the main thing? Body temperature? - Purposely freezing to the lips of Ivan the Fool (correct here, and I will not spit), asked the ice girl.

“Yyyyyyyyyyy,” my hero tried to say something.

- So you admit that she is real? - I asked the fighting girlfriend.

- BUT!

- Shoot, more, no intentions?

- Eh! - removing the colt from the temple, agreed to Constantine.

Frosty kiss, replaced by adequate to the hair color of the "real", plunged into nirvana "doubter".

- Time to pay bills? The half-naked girl asked.

- Yes Yes. Of course, passing a bag of money to Nastya, trying to tear off the now hot girl of love, the hot girl, said a weakened man.

While Nastya counted out the aforesaid amount, the Snow Maiden did not care, whispered something in the ear "about the convert, sometimes touching it with a fiery tongue. It turned out that Natasha was calling her name. And the idea of ​​abduction belonged to her. And if the old breathless master finally gave ends, maybe she will be given a new one, much younger. Inquiring whether Kostik has a desire to take, perhaps, a vacant place, Natasha pouted on her lips, having received a straightforward refusal.

- What are you cruel! You do not mind the old man. I'm sure he did so much for you ...

- Straight!? You do not know much. Who do you think is caring for deer? And who selects and sorts gifts? And who hangs them and puts in socks, mittens and under the Christmas tree? The answer is obvious! And how it comes to marital duties ... Well at least, he closes his eyes to my little pranks ...

Well, you do not want not. But I hope on the way back, you will not refuse me in small love gifts?

- Actually, I have a beloved woman, glancing at Nastya, - said "doubter"

- And you ask her. Suddenly she is uncontested?

- I'm not against! - Princess Elf laughed, laying out a ransom on the table in front of Snow White.

- Maybe you take me? - under the disapproving grumble of 12 lovers Snow White asked.

“Well, no, I won't pull the three,” said Konstantin sadly.

The tale is not a quick impact. The point is not quickly done.And before the new year less than two weeks left ... The Trinity of returnees stood in front of a flowing river in anticipation of a miracle in the person of Captain Vrungel, his assistant Lom and permanent companion Barmalej ...

“I think I guess why they do not appear,” said Konstantin suddenly, “they are waiting for an erotic performance.”

- Ara ya shura? - Snow Maiden asked in pure English with an Armenian accent.

- Ay "l bi bull, - leaving the answer in the bushes to pee, answered the lad.

Returning back, he was presented with a picture of Repin: “They sailed!” Sweet-bodied little girls pushed off the branches of two neighboring birch trees, turning them into poles for eroticism. Gutting backpacks, they dressed up accordingly. In the backpack of Natasha there was a sotik, crammed with various melodies for the very "nimag". Turning on the favorite of many of the planet’s inhabitants on the eve of the New Year's Eve: “A Christmas tree was born in the forest,” the ladies, then wrapped around the poles, nestled on them, showing how “she grew up,” then periodically throwing off clothes from themselves, as if symbolizing “snowstorm songs.” Nastya showed what kind of “gray hare” she was, sometimes she showed how she would ride “on the paddle-horse” - Natasha.

Kostya was fed up with baseless admiring, and he decided to "cut down one of the Christmas trees just under the root." He chopped Snow Maiden, so that the chips flew. Nastya at this moment was hanging toys - kisses and bites. After a short period of time there was a change of the love guard, but the furrows of the oceans and seas did not appear.

- Well! And what ideas in the head of our only man? - maliciously crimson, the Elven Princess inquired.

- Nastya! Be kind to our beloved, he will find a way out. I'm sure! You will find Kostya? - referring to her liberator, the Snow Maiden asked.

“I have already found it,” he replied, “we will have to build a raft and create a livewater river on it.”

“Kostya,” she gently bit her ear, so that he oyknul, “in fairy tales, this is not done!” Find another way, otherwise I’m getting you fresh, like a Christmas deer, ”the princess of the Elves sympathetically smiled bloodthirstyly waving her stained claws.

Strolling back and forth, along the bank in great thought, to the traveler’s gaze from the tales, was given a glimpse of an unknown object hiding lonely behind bushes. Upon closer inspection by our heroes, it was revealed that it was an old lamp, supposedly of Arabic production, judging by the ornament.

“Something is whitening there,” exclaimed Nastya, looking at the insides of a donasher object.

- And, in my opinion it is getting black, - Natasha was amazed, not throwing the words out of the song.

- Maybe you need to rub? - Immediately executing his plans, ruined the situation Konstantin.

A caustic smoke poured from the lamp, vividly resembling the smoldering cotton and the smell of fir cones. Throwing away the smelly thing, the heroes of the tale, began to expect the completion of their deeds. Smoke turned into a genie, format with the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

- I am a slave to the lamp! - Suddenly announced the creature.

“We need a vehicle, such as an airplane carpet or a horseless carriage,” said the one who was rubbing.

“I am a slave to the lamp,” repeated the creature, blindly squinting, looking at the humans.

- We already heard it! - Having sticking a lovely leg, the Snow Maiden cried out, - will you fulfill our desires or not ?!

“He doesn’t look like Aladdin,” gin said neither here nor there.

“Aladdin died five thousand years ago,” the Elven Princess got angry, “but his ancestor is standing before you, what kind of similarity can we talk about?”

- Good! I will fulfill his desire, but only one! Having said these words, gin and lamp disappeared in an unknown direction, and in their place appeared a Persian carpet.

Sitting on the weaving product, the trio of returnees in the beat of the rod of a negligent student descending on the ass, found themselves on the other side. The carpet immediately disappeared like a moth, and with it Kostin's wallet.

- Where is our money? !! - Nastya was indignant.

- It seems they went to pay for the services of the transport company.

- I will complain ... Read more →