- Ma-a-am! - With difficulty restraining irritation, Lily straightened the neckline of her dress.- What mom?! - the woman was indignant in the answer. - The child is not yet four months old, and you have arranged some dubious festivities. Do you want someone to infect him? Why didn't you enroll him in kindergarten? What about vaccinations? How many times have I told you, now is not the Middle Ages to die of diphtheria!— Mom, we have a wonderful family doctor. And you should know better than me that vaccinations are contraindicated for Nick, - I decided to stop the flow of words of the restless parent.- Yes?! Yes, exactly, - the woman was surprised at her forgetfulness, but immediately gained confidence. “What kind of stupid name is Nikitas?! This is horror. Nikitas Arsenievich.The girl laughed and corrected herself: “Arnarovich,” and laughed even louder.- Mom, the son was named after his great-grandfather Arseny. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped into golden stilettos.
— Ira! the girl screeched. “I don’t want to end up in the next world ahead of time!”A little more, one step, and the girlfriends would have been under the wheels of a scheduled bus. The metal giant came to a halt with an ear-piercing creak, and from its window an avalanche of the driver's choice curses and the screams of passengers fell in an avalanche. They fell like dominoes, trying to grab onto each other in a panic.- I don't want to be late. Miss Mila does not accept if you stay even for a minute. Hurry! - Ira threw over her shoulder, crossing the road, and dragged her friend along the broken sidewalk. “Do you know that she has an appointment for three weeks?! For three!“God…” Marina shook her head.“Only, when we come in, it’s not worth mentioning the gentlemen, I don’t think she will,” she took a breath lost from running, “like it.”- I can not go into the apartment at all. I'll wait in the yard.Ira stopped so abruptly that her friend, who minced after her, ran into her by i
- It's me. - Slamming the door, Mila wearily sat down on the bench and took hold of the lock of her boot.“Mistress,” a housewife flew in, jumping onto a woman’s knees, “and he,” he poked at a crow walking along the floor, “sniffed all the bubbles in your closet, looking for something!” Huge green eyes narrowed suspiciously. - He wants to steal!“Stupid,” drawled the raven, “what kind of fool would rob his witch?” What kind of helper am I then?“That's what I'm talking about. The housewife rolled from foot to hand, following the witch. -Pest! No matter how I look, you stick your beak everywhere, you slam the doors.- And you! - The raven caught up with the offender and tried to peck. - Have you already told everyone that you go in the service of a witch?- Quiet! Mila screamed. And without you, my head hurts.- So let me pour some tea, brew it with lime blossom. — Domovik stopped dancing at his feet. He jumped up, rumbled a full teapot on the iron grate and smiled. - I baked cheesecak
Andras loved this world for its simplicity. Here everything is easy to buy and easy to sell. And not only tangible things, but also people and their beliefs. For a small amount by the standards of a demon, a person is ready to give up faith, principles, friends, even his own relatives. Just say the right number and you'll buy his soul." It's Paradise!" Andras always threw up his hands theatrically and talked about the Earth with a satisfied laugh.But the real passion for him was the things that were produced by selfish and such easy-to-use people. Beautiful and pleasant to the body clothes, fast and powerful cars, bright, memorable perfume, delicious food and heady alcohol, enchanting music, chic women ... Yes, he also considered women to be something man-made. The subject of art. And the women of the Earth cannot be called differently. They paid attention to appearance, creating themselves, even more than demonesses. As soon as the girl believed that her childhood was over, she imm
Did you see his face?! the witch laughed. A headwind ruffled her golden hair, and tears appeared in her eyes. Clutching a raven to her chest, Melissa rushed away, occasionally looking back at the scarlet glow.“I saw it,” the raven croaked angrily.“Oh, I'm sorry,” for the fun and joy of liberation, the witch did not at all think that Pascal needed help. “Be patient,” she covered the bird from the headwind with her palm, accelerating.She sank down in the predawn haze, stepping onto the soft grass. Melissa brought the familiar not home, but to a place of power - a lost clearing in a deciduous forest. Here, any living creature could receive help, whether it was a wounded animal that accidentally wandered under the crown of a century and a half oak or a witch, exhausted and exhausted. The girl sank down under the crooked branches covered with young leaves, laid the crow at the roots of the tree and, leaning her back against the gaunt trunk, sat down beside her, ignoring the dew that mad
“The hostess is suspiciously cheerful,” grandfather Yosha thought. He dangled his furry legs over the edge of the cupboard, polishing the crystal goblets to a shine.Pascal, for the hundredth time, studied the Book of Knowledge in search of the demon he needed. He thought: a yellowed page, covered with angular handwriting, hung in the air:I don't want to agree, but you're right.- Why are you leafing through it all, leafing through it? Do nothing? grumbled the brownie, taking up the decanter. - If there is nothing, then help. The hostess does not drink twice from the same glass.- Who drinks? croaked the raven, rustling the pages.- Everybody! Really what will happen if you taste currant liqueur several times from the same vessel?“I tell you, village,” the raven complained, croaking.- And I'm telling you: I've been serving in the city for four hundred years! Yosha began to frequent, waving a checkered towel. - As the owners set off from their homes, so I followed them. And our vill
Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldilocks. Intoxicating with her mere presence. The embodiment of a cocktail of femininity and pride.Forgetting himself, the Grand Marquis leaned forward and was able to take a step. Without thinking about how he escaped from the witching circle, succumbed to the impulse and dug into the plump lips of th
- Get undressed! commanded Ingelda the Soulless, only after listening to her granddaughter's vague story.- Granny!"Quick, I said!" — Demanding firm tone did not fit in with the appearance of the witch. Young, graceful, with flax-colored hair and young green eyes framed by dark, fluffy eyelashes. “Well, why are you snapping your beak, Pascal, undress her quickly!”- No, I'm on my own. I just don't understand why.Ingelda grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.“If he put his seal on you, and the Grand Marquis did, I’m sure…”How's the print? Melissa felt like slapping her forehead.Deftly slipping her dress from her shoulders, she dropped the rag at her feet.“And what did I teach you two?!” Ingelda walked in circles around her granddaughter, looking at every inch of her skin.“I warned her that her idea would end badly,” Pascal taunted.“You should not have warned, not allowed!” exclaimed the old witch.“Just say the word across to you,” the familiar mumbled.— What are