Book: The forest on the other Side. Page 1

But Smolensk's boyars at least recognize that it is foolish to argue with force, and thanks for that. Remained to convince Izbrano as to apply force to his own sister Samobor didn't want to. Too hard they were bound by blood and memories of childhood, the power really could separate them and make enemies. Whatever she had done - she was still his sister.

But to banish from the soul the alarm did not work for serene hope for the best, she was too smart and invincible faith in their own strength - not strong enough.

The Prince always goes to war knowing that he will win it. Otherwise it is better not to go.

The fewer the words, the greater the speech.

He was at the bottom of the year, in the lowest, darkest point. But the world is so bizarre, what's the point of the highest peak is the beginning of decay, and the point of death - the first step to recovery. Until the spring was still very far away, but right now, with the death of the old sun and the birth of the new, began the road to the spring.

From what the little things in battle depends the life! Been slipped over her helmet for a moment obscured the view, you're dead. A broken lace, a tiny bump, a pool of blood, where you slipped, and your shot will be off target, and someone else will get you. A man need so little to live to be dead!

Glistening polished helmets of soldiers, and above them was a thick forest merilis spearheads, bright spots of colorful shields were closed on the prows of ships into a solid wall. The sight was solemn and beautiful, and thought that this beauty is your death.

What a weird creation - people? Why he doesn't want to be submissive and unchanging part of the universe, why always trying to become something more, to reset the power of the highest, is committed... if he even knew where he was so eager!

Mind he knew that doshutitsya, but it was fun. Like anything good to him the future is not promised, quite the opposite, but he still felt in his hands the warmth of her body and wasn't afraid of anything. The fact that they were drawn to each other in spite of fate and of reason, it seemed more important and sanity, and even destiny.

To change the fate there's only one remedy - to change himself. Change yourself and destiny will change, she's the man is. And yet people are all the same, he goes for destiny.

Delicious now, it was absolutely everything that is edible, and used to chew everything chew.

Flushed, bitten by mosquitoes, stuck together with sweat, blond hair, shoulders spattered with swamp mud, now it does not look like a wealthy merchant's son and served as living proof that wealth goes not free.

Standing still made no sense. The past is gone, the present does not allow to linger more than a moment, pushing to the future - to the fact that with each step comes and the same move away.

What is justice? It's not that everyone was satisfied. This is so everyone got what he deserved - who is rewarded and who is punished.