Son I had a dream in the morning. A wondrous, strange dream ... Apparently, after going through the portal, we had mental contacts with Zhora, we understood each other perfectly without words. He sometimes had dreams about my adventures in military youth. And me - about him. And now ...

Under the wheels, the burned veld lies,
A small horse walks carefully,
I still hope for a happy life
If this, of course, is possible in nature.

And around was autumn. It is not the fall of the Veld and the Orange Republic ... If we continue the analogy with the Russian poets: “nature wilts.” The trees stood in purple with gold, while the bright azure grass continued to remain, not a single fallen leaf was observed. And amid this fierce combination of colors, a silent figure in gray stood quietly, moreover, exactly in a bullet-proof vest ... asphalt dressed in the same, maybe a little more light armor people.

There were no insignia on his outfit, except for three large stars, placed on the right side of the chest plate with a triangle. One of the commanders standing nearby, judging by the line of four small stars on the chest, it was a commander of lower rank, jumped to the one who had left, saluted, and probably reported something. The newcomer also saluted, and then with one single movement removed his helmet. He was already far from being young, but strong, wrinkles, which had creased his face, indicated a difficult and obviously eventful life. Short-haired gray hair, gray mustache brush and painfully familiar squint of eyes. Zhorka! Similarly, he! After all, it was not for nothing that the general constantly scolded him for neglecting danger! Yes, he was afraid of nothing and no one!

Yes, we have already communicated exactly on the mental level, it was not for nothing that we put this English intelligence led by the officer-fighter in a few seconds. Well, okay, since I already woke up, I went to take water procedures - Zhora and I were sweating, relieving stress with the help of maids with such kind and responsive hearts.

- - Herr Orloff, your breakfast. - In the morning a young pretty mulatto entered the room in a neat uniform with a lace apron and tattooed in curly hair. - Oh! - The girl nearly dropped the tray with the coffee pot when she saw the guest, that is, me, in a fully exposed condition, coming out of the bathroom with one towel. And then she carnivorous smiled, and with a hint she stared at me below the belt. How even? Why not?

- How many? - I did not hesitate for a minute.

- Five shillings! The maid readily replied. - This is if fast. Ten - for the whole night. I can do everything, you will not regret it. And your friend, too, - that's clever, she obviously will do without competitors.

- Come on. Check the money here ...

Then, looking at the rhythmically working curly head of the maid, I thought that everything was not so bad at the turn of the century. Wow ... and a skilled worker, however, although not, rather an enthusiast. Lizzy would probably be better off. But that school of Paris ... But how good-bad ... Very so good ...

“Are you satisfied, Herr Orloff?” - The girl dabbed her mouth with a lace handkerchief and stared at me like an exemplary schoolgirl at the teacher, waiting for praise.

- Satisfied. “I took some more coins from my wallet and moved it to the maid,” was a bonus. The girl obviously tried! What is your name, baby?

“Louise,” the girl deftly bit her coin, hid the coins behind the corsage, and sat down in a cubicle, “Louise-Maria, Herr Orloff.”

“I'll be late tonight, but wait for me.” Do you understand? And yet, you will come in half an hour, my friend will just wake up. Here's the money, lying on the table. Clear?

“As you say, Herr Orloff.” - The maid deftly served me breakfast and, once more, sat down, almost skipping happily jumped out of the room.

- And life is getting better, Mr. Herr Zheka. - I said to myself. And, waking up Zhora and sending him to take water treatments, he chose a croissant more beautifully and with a crunch he dug into it. I'll wait for Jora and we go - great things are waiting for us.

But we did not leave right away. Zhora drank coffee, then a plump, charming Louise quickly flew in, loudly knocking her heels and, kneeling, deftly moved her head. And I, still aroused, pulled up her dress from behind and, so admiring the lack of underwear, deftly stuck my “eagle” into a beautiful hot pussy of a beautiful mulatto. I finished too in her mouth. Louise was even more satisfied with us - she had not received orgasms for a long time, and then immediately two times in a row. And the money immediately! Life is getting better! Morning for us and Zhora began just fine!

Apparently, therefore, I was born impromptu:

Take everything from life that you can.
Take at least what we have been given.
After all, life for life cannot be multiplied
And we are not given to live twice!

“You are not quite right, my friend Zheka,” Jora laughed. We are given a chance of a second life, even in a parallel world. So it will be necessary to live it so that it would not be excruciatingly painful for the money that flew past, the skirts that passed and our enemies in this world who rode past alive, - he did a little more than Ostrovsky.

Having learned from this English spy that a regiment or even a brigade of dragoons was going to Bloemfontein, we set up an ambush for them. The Boers, after all, do not recognize the commanders, each of them considers himself the most intelligent and best commander. Therefore, we decided not to attract them - we can handle it ourselves, the Cossack discipline is much higher. So three machine guns along a narrow defile and ten sniper rifles, grenades from two boxes - they staged a dragoon a slaughter.

They didn’t spare patrons - it is worth the cavalrymen to reach positions, and everything will be over. The advanced squadrons lay down entirely, skewed by lead rain - having received 5 more rands and a gold sovereign in advance, the diligent German machine-gunners scribbled incessantly and very accurately. The rest slowed down, stopped - on the way to the dense, the stirrup to the stirrup, the ranks, reaching the quarry, the mountains of bloodied, immobile bodies or beating in agony grew. Someone tried to jump over the obstacle and fell, someone upsetted the horses and himself fell under the hooves of the rear, going in the two horse hulls prescribed by the English charter behind the first rank. And our machine guns threshed and threshed, turning the defile into a vessel filled with animal horror, agony, death. So, gentlemen lemongrass - get our hot "hello"!

Two hundred regiments in this bag of fire left about one hundred and forty wounded, whom we, carelessly bandaged, to stop the bleeding and injections with the help of English nurses in the morphine cube, were sent back. I once again strongly explained to the Cossacks - why. After all, every wounded person is, after all, economic and psychological damage to British troops. The injured person needs to be treated, to spend money on scarce drugs, then pay the pension and send to the metropolis, plus the very type of the injured has a very strong effect on the psychology of other soldiers in khaki. And it hits hard on the economy of a power, over which the sun never sets. Therefore, I firmly insisted on it - hurt them, not kill them.Especially important - first of all knock out officers! Then there will be nobody to clean up this hell! For the Cossacks with these excellent rifles, and even with optics - yes, it's just shooting at the shooting range!

The trophies were huge! No wonder, five wagons with weapons, two vans with English doctors and just excellent medicines, one with excellent English shoes - good shoes for a soldier is the first thing. And after all, three more wagons with food, from where we took the packs of coffee completely - we will sell it ourselves! Yes, each of the Cossacks led on helper for a dozen of such magnificent horses of the English breed, smacking with pleasure. This is an aid to the Cossack, this is a spare horse, this is money - hawthorn horses will tear such horses away with their hands!

We divided the money, moreover, with checks for trophies, almost equally, the Cossacks and our German machine gunners were simply in euphoria - they are now rich people! The Germans recalculated their money ten times - they didn’t seem to believe that they had such a large amount. Well, a huge, tightly packed bag with the cash register of the defeated brigade, Zhora very cleverly hid in our van - pounds of sterling will greatly help us to get to Europe, where our brides are waiting for us. Well, at night, we again and very carefully “relaxed” with him - the nerves were burned in this difficult battle very cool!

Louise was just gorgeous, receiving three pounds from us at once with a picture of this overdressed English queen! Especially she was baldela when I finished her ass, and Zhora - in her skillful mouth. So now the trends of feminist debauchery have come here and here, to which my friend and I were very pleased. And Louise was glad no less! Moreover, having made us a good blowjob in the morning, she also received a prize from орыory - from her bag with the brigade's cash desk. What a happy little face she had this morning!

And I, so pleased with this morning's blowjob and excellent coffee with soft croissants, matured impromptu again:

How fate will be - no one knows.

Live, Zhora, freely and do not be afraid of change!

When the Lord takes something,

Do not miss what he gives in return!

Well, after a couple of days, immediately after the next morning blowjob from the very satisfied "premiums" of Louise, we stopped at the bank. Then, having received the Republic passports and another new checkbook from Stromberg, we went to the port. True, ten small diamonds remained with the senior clerk on the table - he deserved, albeit a scoundrel! He was just happy - and he remained alive and with such an excellent profit. We did not deceive him - he became much richer. George was just great - he never burned bridges behind him, you never know what will happen in life. But here he cut off the “tails” for us simply mercilessly - an enormous opera experience!

Yes, and we were delighted - and they themselves are alive and with wonderful numbers on our accounts in three banks. Now the check book in the pocket of a modest coat means much more bright clothes of the eastern grandees. So that here, in this world, you can also live! And, as the unforgettable George Vitsin used to say at one time, and live well! And even we can live better, we are rich now! Yes, and we navoyalis from the heart, and the boers helped, and very seriously! We have the right to your personal happiness!

Now we will go to Paris and Berlin and we will persistently ask the sweet hands of our brides from their parents!