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Chapter II. Only mountains can be better than mountains
“… Better than mountains can only be mountains, which Sandra Bullock4 has never been to …” I dedicate to the actress and the Beauty
V. Vysotsky.Author
Chapter II
For the Patron of Travelers, Men and Warriors, For Uastyrdzhi5…
Mighty, gray-haired, aged Man sits thoughtfully by the fire. In the glare of the fire, his eyes shine with unearthly sadness. The faithful winged horse (he already understands the Master) quietly nibbles near the withered grass.
Only the measured roar of the Terek, and the croaking of the Ravens, breaks the silence of the night.
This is their night. Mountains of Dog carcasses at the entrance to the gorge. On the contrary, there are His sons – the Warriors. His pride. They did not allow the Dogs to disgrace His gray hair.
How did He look that Dogs have Weapons?! Am I getting old? His Men did it themselves. Only how many of them were killed! If He were near, would he have allowed such a massacre! This Advice was given to Him! It was at the very moment when His Warriors were bleeding!
Proud and … stupid. Couldn’t they have filed an SOS? Will manage by themselves?! We did it. It was not for nothing that I taught them. But why at such a price?!
* * *
Leopard, limping, rises up to the snow. Wounds will heal faster there.
The eagle flies ahead in wide circles. Indicates the shortest road. He is the Guide. He is a friend. They are of the same blood with him. They are brothers.
* * *
Batu ordered to put a minaret at the entrance to the gorge. Tatartup Minaret.
And engrave the inscription on it: “Faithful! There is no further move! There is your Death!”
* * *
Uastyrdzhi, straightening his cloak, easily took off on his horse. Hold on, Mughals! Call themselves the Great?! Impostors! I’ll arrange for Kuz’kina’s Mother! Together with St. George, we will grind you into powder! Let’s not see that Immortals!
The horse went up sharply. Apparently the Boss was seriously angry.
* * *
The Voice is torn in joy and tenderness: “… Oh, what a distant, unfriendly Climber you are, my Climber! Each time pulling me out of the crack, You scolded me, My rock climber! …”*
The Highlander smiles. He also knew climbers. And tourists too. Their best occupation is to insure. There is one hassle with these policyholders. What to insure, what to insure does not sound very good. Y-yes.
What am I talking about? Oh yes. Climbers. I recently read about one of them. Sandra’s name, however. And he climbs the mountains, and dances, and eats pizza with onions (and he wraps up onions with everything except sweet. The more, the better. And more pepper. He makes him sick of unleavened food). However, you need to get to know each other.
“… I’ll get in and say: enough, dear! Then he fell down, but managed to say: Oh, what you are not close, not affectionate! My mountaineer, my rock-lo-climber!..”*
The highlander, smiling with all his mouth, turns the steering wheel. Only the wind whistles. What Russian (and in his heart he is a Russian) does not like fast driving! It seems that she is also a Likhachka. Let’s sing! “… And you went to the top. And you were eager to fight! " * Beat – beat like that! Chest on chest! Who will sweat earlier (probably he is. Old, however. Wait and see.).
Until then, Sandra! We are all Travelers on the most important Road – Life.
Uastyrdzhi – Our General Patron (Minister of Ways of Communication). He does not divide Travelers by Faith, skin color, nationality. On the way, we are all His Children. But He hates Cowardice, Meanness, Slander, Envy, Laziness … These are His blood enemies. According to one of the parables, the drowning traveler prayed: Save, Uastyrdzhi! Was it not in your honor that I slaughtered sacrificial rams and raised toasts to your glory?!
Uastyrdzhi answered: I will help you. Only you yourself moved your hands a little! The walker will master the road. Even vodka does not flow under a lying stone. Glory to all Times, Uastyrdzhi! On behalf of Your Children
Highlander
PS
Salma Hayek!
The next obligatory chapter is yours.
With loveHighlander
Chapter III. My years are my wealth
“… And we dream not of the roar of the cosmodrome, Salme Hayek, not this Icy Silence. Star, Actress, Artist, and we dream about Grass, Grass by the House! And finally – to the Beauty, I dedicate this chapter. Green, Green Grass … ”
Author
Chapter III
“… My Years are My Wealth …”
The gray-haired Uryzmag glanced angrily at Shatana.
Why are you soothing me, Woman?! The split is coming!! All this Syrdon! Narts (Alans) split into three Parts. What Dogs and Other Enemies Couldn’t – did the vile language of Syrdon.
After That Battle with Batu, the ranks of the Elders, as well as the Warriors, thinned. Syrdon brought confusion into Their ranks. Save Childbirth, Save Childbirth! Is it possible to restore the number of Clans by Retreat? Shatana smiles. Are you, Old, going to Restore the Livestock?!
Still As I Will! Better than Young! Shatana just shakes her head. As he was in his Youth, he has remained the same (however, what a sin to conceal, He Can – She Knows It. Jealous, however).
Yesterday Nykhas Resolved:
– Alans, Leaving for the Great Caucasian Ridge, henceforth to be called Kudars! (In Russian Kuda-Rtsy!).
– Alans, in the Border with the Faithful regions of Iriston, henceforth, will be called Digors! (In Russian – Greek Di-Highlanders. Still, Politicians, Scientists, Philosophers, Well – And Lovchil Enough).
– Alans, Remaining in Iriston, although in the Mountains, (Native Mountains), will henceforth be called Ironians (by origin – Ir-Ontsy)! That’s the whole split. In which case, of course, Will Become Near. But It will take Time. This is not THAT when we were Near. And they were called the same – Alans, Ancestors of the Narts.
Shatana gently strokes Uryzmag’s back.
Everything will work out. We will be dearer on the Distance. Stupid woman. My woman. A miserly smile touched Uryzmag’s lips. Uastirdzhi Will Protect His Children! We will slaughter the best bull in His Honor and raise the Horn with arak in His Sanctuary for Health! Your name will not disappear in the Ages! Ame – Hsau! *
On the day of his birth, a New Star was lit in Heaven. The Highlander did not know then that it was his Star. Neither Her name, nor Where She is.
He was simply Born. After a while, flapping his eyelashes and opening his brown eyes wide, he could already look with amazement at the wonderful World around him. And Family Faces. Grandma, Mom, Dad, Uncles, Aunts, Relatives.
This is a little later, he will torture them with his Pochemuchkas. Grandmother (Bright Memory to her) smiled: “We have never had such an Inquisitive One!”
Then Trouble came (because of his childhood – he was not even a year old – he knows only from the meager stories of the Adults). Father was imprisoned. 25 years of heavy duty. Father has always been (Bright Memory) a Man in His Life! The Highlander was later told how old women came to the Court, to whom Father lent food (it was a hard time, post-war, Hungry. And Father worked as a seller in a rural store) and offered to collect their debts: some with eggs, some with a chicken, one even brought Goat – although she fed all her grandchildren with milk! And Father was burning with shame. Not for them! For the judges! And the waste – then – as much as one and a half thousand rubles! (after the monetary reform of 1961 – 150 rubles!! And is it a waste – the grandmothers counted more at the trial – it was Father who let them go on his salary!).
The law is harsh. But he is the Law. 25 years. The Highlander does not remember how Mother, having wrapped him in swaddling clothes, went with him to the Father in Prison while the trial was going on. And then – Him to the North, Mother and baby follow Him, to the North.
And what a Dzhigit was a Father! The First Guy in the Village! Of His Trinity of Best Friends, one later became the Minister of Commerce of the Republic. The other is the President of the Republic. And the Father among them was always the First! To each his own!
Mum. A doctor from God. Zemsky Doctor. She healed the whole Person (and not in parts – as it is now Accepted, Only Is it Right?!). And, first of all, she began to heal the Soul! And it helped! Throughout Her remaining Life (Bright Memory of Her), People from all villages went to Her for treatment, although She had long moved to the city. And she worked in the city Hospital. She also worked in the North as a Doctor. And she treated everyone.
Then, when the Highlander grew up, She took him to Grandma. She herself returned to the Father. Because she loved him. And He Loved Her.
Grandma, Uncles, Aunts, Relatives replaced the Highlander’s Parents (although Relatives, but can anyone Replace Parents?!). They doted on him. And the Highlander grew up mischievous and cheerful – all in the Father. And curious. Sometimes, on rare visits, the Mother took him to the Father. It was hard for the Father there. But he didn’t show it either. The same Joker and Balagur. Only gray hair pierced the temples, but wrinkles appeared, and sometimes the look is sadder.
He misses without Children (By that time, the Highlander already had a Brother – he was born in the North. Northerner!). Broad-boned, fathoms in the shoulders – even though he is a year and a half. He eats up all the “supplement” in the kindergarten (he also “grabs” the sluggish neighbors on the table. But it doesn’t offend in vain. On the contrary, he will give pranksters once in the forehead – quieter than water in the kindergarten). Also all in the Father. (The Highlander’s bone is thinner, more intelligent – Mom’s Breed). And by the nature of both – in the Father. Then my brother “moved” to Babushka in the village (It’s good to have a house in the village!).
So they grew up. Moderately mischievous. Among the guys on the street were not the last. The elder did not give the younger one an insult. And that one is not made with a finger. Slightly grown up – Anyone could Wipe his nose. Only the Elder is a little bit with the Fool. I re-read all the books in rural libraries, he sits in bookstores – he reads books (there is nothing to buy). But, otherwise, everything is fine.
Run, jump, fight – there is no equal. It’s useless to play alchiki * with him: from ten steps it hits. The fisherman is an avid one. He doesn’t like hunting, although he shoots at the first grade. He doesn’t like killing. He looks at his blood calmly. From a stranger – falls into a swoon (Fell! Now already – No!).
At school – in the best, in sports – in the “teams”, at the institute – in the first. And he chose Beauty for himself (already in the fifth grade) – everyone is envy! (So They Walk Nearby Throughout Life To This Day).
Everything is thanks to the Parents!
Blessed memory to you – to everyone who no longer exists.
You live exactly as long as you are remembered. Your Souls Live In Us, in Your Grandchildren (Granddaughters), Great-grandchildren (Great-Granddaughters) … When Your Memory Is Erased – This is a Tragedy!
Poor Ivan – Not Remembering Kinship! He is an Orphan. And His Share is Orphan! There is no one to ask the Council, cry in a vest, snuggle up to the Mother’s Breast!
Many summers to you – Living Parents!
There is no Greater Happiness for You than Seeing Your Children, Grandchildren, Great-grandchildren … Happy. If You Raised Them Correctly (the merit of “building a house and planting a tree…” is not great), Then They Must Be Happier, Smarter, Happier, better than us – Parents. No one has yet been able to repay our Duty to Them in full to our Parents. This does not have to be done! This is the Relay! Now You are becoming a Parent. Your Task is to Give Your Children no less than your Parents gave you. This is the Law of Life. And further. Children must know their Pedigree!
That is why the proverb: “… An Apple from an Apple Tree Falls Not Far” (although there are Exceptions. As a rule – not from That Apple Tree, the Apple is!).
Low Bow to You – Elders!
You have done the most important thing – you have given us life! There are no Bad Parents! There are – erring! Sooner or Late They See. And I will not wish the Torment of Repentant Parents to anyone, not even the Worst Enemies. (Is it Enemies?! Why are they harmful?! They just, like “Postman Pechkin” ** There was no Lisapeda! And so – Quite Normal Guys!)
Let’s live in peace! … Little Raccoons! Don’t make scary faces! Smile! And everything will work out for you! Well, and we … “… Dirt Tanks Are Not Afraid!”! Ahtung! Panzer! But … Niht Schissen, comrade! Hitler Kaput! Defenders of the Fatherland on the Threshold!
We are the Vanguard of the “Golden Age!” It is a pity that We did not arrive without Losses in Their Rows.
And Eternal Memory To Them!
Afterword by the Author
Salma! You are the Great Artist! (I even Know – in Whom). Your Finest Hour – Ahead! Happiness and good luck to you.
The next obligatory chapter I will devote to Catherine Zeta-Jones – Actress, Star, Beauty.
Chapter IV. Where are you, my beloved …
This chapter of the Blessed Memory of our Beloved Sister First Reader, Chapter IV of NATASHA KOYAWA-KIRAKOZOVA “… Where are you, my Beloved? How I loved you …”(Russian folk song)
I dedicate
Author
Chapter IV
Hunting for Wolves …
…or for the Spirits of the Mountains and Valleys …
The noise of the streams in the shower room merrily lay on the softly humming tune. In fact, he liked to sing louder, but the HOUSE slept, breathing WARMTH and COMFORT. To break this HARMONY it was not at all to his soul. Smiling, he quietly deduced:
“… The highland guy sings about the One Girl, and in Whom he is in love – guess! Instead of the name Milo, it sounds under the Moon – Do-la-lay, Do-la-lay, lay-lay!..”
Thoughts cheerfully jumped from one to the other. At first, asleep, slower, then faster and faster. For some time now, he began to notice himself, while with surprise, then more and more fun, that watching how Thoughts Live gives him more and more Pleasure.
Either they frolicked like playful kittens, then they wrapped you comfortably like Grandma’s downy shawl, and the SOUL was getting warm. A light breeze of Sadness ran across his forehead for a moment. Then he never managed to get Home. The grandmother was buried without him. Guilt’s load has lived with him ever since.
And the father?! Vina quietly, so as not to disturb the Others living in the SOUL, shuffling sadly, made her way into the corner and leaned against That, the Other Vina, who was hugging lonely in the corner of the Soul. Now he knew why then his Soul suddenly shrank from pain. It was Grandma who said goodbye to him, and he …
Grimacing in annoyance, the Highlander almost spat. After all, he was taught to be a Man. Just think, “… I am sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon …”. This is not an excuse. He did not justify himself. Therefore, Vina settled Forever. He knew.
The sharp whistle of a whip broke the oppressive silence of the tent. The leaked eye of the nuker hung lonely, sliding down the sleeve of the dusty dressing gown. A dirty red groove, dotted with crimson buds of blood, stretched along a wide crimson scar that cut through the messenger’s smoky, pockmarked face. From dirty ear to runny beard. The messenger rode in with bad news. And now, bustlingly crawling towards the exit, he shuddered in fright from the noise of dishes and food scattering around the tent.
Batu, with his face dark with anger, was now striking with a whip on the backs of the Astrologer and the Adviser, huddled in the corner (They warned him at the beginning of the March – Their Ariy * Uastyrdzhi ** will be with them! It was not the same!!).
Damned Alans!! Already what a tumen of his Invincible has laid down their heads! He was stuck in this Battle, as in a filthy swamp, where even a lasso cannot reach a lonely bent birch tree, rustling with rare foliage. But at the beginning of the Battle, greenery covered all the branches.
Batu has lost track of Time. How long will this continue?! He gave a sharp kick to his beloved dog and ran out of the tent.
In the center of the Battle, in the clouds of smoke creeping below, the Banner fluttered. The leopard on the banner was no longer as Merry as when It began. Bloody stars scattered across the broad chest. The snow-white skin with dark large peas no longer sparkled in the sun. An ash bloom on it, and peas are like burns from embers flying from a dying nomad fire, or …
Even the Weapon inherited from Grandfather does not help. It pierces the damask chain mail right through – only a torn funnel on the back of the Warrior. But another Warrior steps into the gap. The Charges are running out, and They are all patching up and patching holes, as in a broken dam.
Grandfather was always secretive. Genghis Khan, even to him, his beloved grandson (a descendant of the Great Mughals – Grandfather loved to repeat), did not reveal the Mystery of where he got his Weapon. And I didn’t say where to get the charges either!
Well, where else can we get them? But they thought that three campaigns would be enough. The bookkeepers are bad! This Nightmare began from the Seas.
Already the Mountains have stood behind the backs of the Warriors, try it – go around them from the flanks! This is not the Steppe for you, where the Invincible streams flowed around the islands of Warriors with battle Banners fluttering in the wind.
Bars * bent heavily on the banner. There is no longer that grace. Sharp eyes look anxiously at the right flank. Not! The Wolf is still standing on its paws! * Wool flies in tufts. The Pack beats in a fierce grin. It has always helped. The Wolf Warriors fight shoulder to shoulder. But where did you get from the circle of others, Mad Wolves? Will be lost! And there is. Dogs crumpled them. A horseshoe of gray bristling nape rested against the Mountains. They will not be bypassed either.
The wind blew the banner, Bars turned to the left. Heavy blows of the Bear. Dogs scatter, screeching. Their lifeless carcasses lie in heaps. And the Bear keeps giving blows to the right and to the left. Blood floods my face. All do not care! Only for a moment he looked up at Bars, and, smiling, continues to beat the Dogs. Bars smiled back. You can safely turn your chest. The flanks are reliable. Just why is the Bear alone? Again, probably, others are sleeping, but their paws are sucking!
Unbeknownst to the Bear was overpowered by the Dogs. The Cubs are pitifully huddling to the cooled body, snarling from the pressing Dogs. They will not give Mama, while they are alive, to be torn apart. The most playful, clubfoot rubbing, waddling on short legs, runs to other dens. Will have time to wake up the sloth! Then hold on, Dogs! The leopard smiles, it is He who is destined to fight alone. You can’t change nature. Calm Bars. They are all of the same Blood. Can’t beat the Dogs. And here, in the Mountains, he is invincible. This is his House.
Carried him not easy to visit. I succumbed to the persuasion of the Wolf to visit the Bear. You see, I wanted to walk along the plains!
Well, we took a walk and hunted together. It’s time and honor to know! All would be for him, a dog, to flirt with females. That’s the way he is. “… Walk, walk like that! Love, love so! Shoot, shoot like that!.. “And when the Dogs began to avalanche, how could he have left the Brothers alone at Disassembly?! He also wants to have fun!
The Dogs pushed them far away. There was nothing to drink so much. Oh, and He spent a stormy night before that!
Smiling playfully, Bars turns to face the Dogs. Lazily cast muscles roll under the skin. Although not so refined, a little spoiled, but, nevertheless, its own. The dust will crumble, the wounds will heal until the next Sweet Night. Fortunately, soon.
Baty spat evil. No, this terrible dream will not end. It’s time to unwrap the rest of the Pack. The eagle on the mountain looks contemptuously after the chain crawling away into the distance. Whining, raising rare dust, Pack. It will take long for them to lick their wounds.
* * *
The Highlander looks sadly at the screen. Explosions are thundering, and the dry clatter of bursts of evil tears the silence of the Night. Frozen in Sorrow at their Mother’s Blood. Both Chechen and Russian. Do not look up at each other. The Hearts of Mothers do not need words. Their grief is One.
Is it for this that they gave Life to their Chicks in agony, did not sleep enough themselves, so that now they could sit, embracing and Silence.
Warriors lie nearby. Strong, beautiful, brave. Death reconciled Them.
Their Souls look at each other in surprise: – We have overeat! On the “cams” – where else has not gone! Let the bloody yushka go to each other! But to take away the Friend from the Friend of Life?!
When did you manage to forget – “… You and I are of One Blood!..”? Who plunged Reason into the Darkness?!
The heart of the Highlander breaks with pain. What are you guys doing, Bastards?! Knock out the last Male Warriors! Who will then become breast at the Native Threshold, when the Dogs will again go like a dark stream?! Who will bring the trunk to feed the hungry children, protect the Mother, Sister, Daughter, Beloved?! With what eyes can these Mothers look into them, burned out by tears?!
Are the Bears sleeping again?! There is no Akela, so where the devil wears this Mowgli?! Where is that Virgin that will throw a handkerchief between the Bloods, ** so that they become brothers again?! Kaa, the gut is long!! What did you teach your Disciples?! Is it possible that Leopard is again Alone to disentangle the porridge brewed on Greed, Blood, Anger and Envy?!
Tearing, choking in a scream, a voice wheezes from the speakers: “… There is a hunt for Wolves, There is a hunt … For gray predators, Mature and Puppies …” Frenzied rushed for the Flags. No, he is not our Pack. Jackals behind flags. When did the Wolf make friends with the Jackals?! Broke the Raging Tradition. He knows the punishment. “… The Beaters are shouting, And the Dogs are barking until they Vomit BLOOD on the snow and red spots of Flags …”
Pensive Highlander, the Bazaar is on the screen. Smart Bears, * Wolves, Snakes * argue who is Right. Gathered them Kaa for the Council. It seems that everyone is right, but they don’t want to listen to each other.
The Leopard is dissatisfied – to slap them on the necks! Well no. They will figure it out themselves. Mind enough! Otherwise He, as always, will turn everything into Gulbische. Gores with his chords. He will drink all over, he will stretch himself to the girls (it is better to kiss them than with These drunken faces, and even not far from Sin. Ugh, Unclean!).
Only hurry up! I’m sick of it! Warriors continue to “wet” ** each other. And not only in the “Outhouse” ** (found a place!). How much can you?! “Yesterday gazova, today gazova! My head hurts, citizens of the SS!! … ”
And the Warriors have a completely different Task Now.
The command sounds like a shot – Run Roll Call and close the ranks of Men! We almost overslept that the Matriarchy wins! These guys are drunk and put everything upside down! The woman drags her trunk and into the “burning huts” not only enters, but also extinguishes, while they “… unharnessed the horses, but kicked to sleep …” they are tired).
The Woman is chasing Sivki in the dark, where the Devil himself will break off his legs! They now have it as a Reaper, and a Shvets, and on a pipe, the Gamer.
Freaks like that! Transformed a Woman into a Product!! Who gave birth to you?! This is to what degree you have to get drunk, damned drunks! Look for each other’s childhood disease “Blueness”, but picking your nose! Go understand now where the Strong Half is. They have confused poor Women to the point that they cannot distinguish – where is the Man, and where is the man!
Matriarchy – no! You will not wait! You didn’t guess, Women, not a single letter! Warriors are not lazy! They are not pulling out duplicates from “wide trousers” – the originals will be presented, and such a demographic explosion will be arranged – it will not seem a little! The number of Men (and, just in case, Warriors) must be urgently restored! And then they survived! It’s time to enter the Red Book!
The highlander smiles slyly. He, of course, could manage himself, but it is inconvenient in front of other Men. Yes, and Time is running out. Gurt, it is, of course, and you can persuade women faster.
There are also these Clever Men – Men! All “Perpetuum Mobile” is invented. Open your eyes! Nature is Wiser than you! She Immediately Invented it! It is called – Beauty! And Beauty is, first of all, a Woman.
All the Best that Men Created – because of Her! All the Worst Men Have Done is because of Her! This is what moves forward (only forward!). Let along the Spiral – but up, and Expanding! Opposites Fight! (Highlander suspects – they probably also get pleasure!)
From Pleasure – he knows for sure – Only the Best and the Beautiful can be born! For example, Children. Yes, more on that later.
Opposites fight, while remaining One! So “rustle” the Woman!
Right, after all, Grandpa Freud – Sexual Energy controls everything (but why unconscious? grandson Lucien corrected his grandfather’s mistake, and even drew everything clearly!)
The Highlander chuckled. (It will be necessary to remember – Is he not brought to me by anyone? The manners are too familiar).
Stretching, he got up from the table. The highlander was pleased. They began to hear each other on the screen. It could not have been otherwise. THE PROGRAM DOES NOT FAIL. But more on that later. Once…
Highlander walked along the street, smiling broadly and bawling songs. Passers-by, some, fearfully crossing to the other side, some with surprise looking back at him (what can you take from the Nutty-shepherd, however), hurried about their business. But more and more often faces began to meet smiling in response. These were the Faces of Women.
“… As the First Star flashes, Come, Just like Yesterday …” the Highlander poured out like a nightingale.
Noos, smiling indulgently, looked at the Highlander from above. Here is Balamut! One word – Crazy! Chaos was pleased. So them, Crazy! Sexy Energy smiled like Mona Lisa.
The Golden Age began to take the First, Uncertain steps.
Highlander
PS NATASHENKA, Sunny! The Holy Trinity also Needs Pure, Unclouded Souls! Smile at us more often From there! We all Love and Miss you very much! Someday We Will Meet There! Otar, Zoya, VaLera.
The next obligatory Chapter is for my BEREGINA …
With loveHighlander
