Book: Olga, a Russian Princess squad

People tend to forget is that, seemingly, impossible to forget never...

And from there, from the depths of the unknown, she asked, not taking her eyes off him:
- Why don't you avenge your sister, Mistina of Sveneld?
Asked that they all: grass and white stone, black earth and blue sky, the Russian power - the wings of her sails and iron blades.
This Mistine was the answer:
- Because it is good revenge is not the one who tries to do it quickly. And one who will be able to bring the case to the end.

When your house is on fire, it is necessary not to cry, and to save the children, the good and the cattle. Otherwise, in addition to tears, nothing in your life will not stay.

And here she was almost thirty years old. It's almost like these greedy, scarred from head to toe. Only her scars are not visible: they are on her heart. Life patted her no less than their eternal battle.

All this happened in front of her, but she didn't believe what he saw. Sudden death, when the fate leaves no time to get used to the inevitable loss, it always seems inaccurate. It seems by mistake you can still fix it - after just a few breaths ago, the man was alive and well...

Ingvar began to tell. Uta listened, still not believing: it was so strange to see here in this Asherova corner him, the Prince of Kiev, which is embodied in her eyes whole life. Russian land and "all Russia". All of it, huge and heterogeneous power Oleg prophetic, stretching from the East sea to the Romeyskoy, somehow miraculously fit in this short, stocky man about thirty-something years, with a simple rough face and ragged, shimmering with a red beard.

Despite its militancy, the Logs to Hakone and she seemed fragile heart - hence the militancy, every teenager knows it.

Felt like a solid wall, which for many years defended his back, suddenly collapsed and it opened the abyss. Most of my life Mistina was Ingvar basis, but he relied on it. A sense of mutual loyalty was more important than their lifelong rivalry is inevitable between strong, proud, ambitious men. The idea that Chance is no longer possible to trust that Ingvar had betrayed him, and smote the... emptiness. The earth went from under his feet. He was no longer sure of anything.

If I betray him [sister], will try to take at least this yotunov Derevlany, not to mention Kiev, I will curse the gods and ancestors! What luck are you waiting for on the trail of betrayal?

Mistina silent, staring straight ahead. All his life he was courageous and believed in their ability to win in any conditions. But now if sudanica revealed to him a clerk in his future, and he is icy calm clearness: the fate pushed him into the road where "to be killed". As he walked around the damn stone, all with the hope that voice from the ground will say something more comforting! But no. All three roads lead to the same outcome.
And the only thing available to him now, is following the example of their Northern ancestors to meet an evil fate with such courage, that he was jealous and more successful.

"Too clever you believe them!" - in the heat of the dispute threw it to him. "Judge for yourself, coldly replied the brother. - So true".

Mistina even turned a little pale. This squint Sigge was for him as a sign of its past. Fifteen years ago, because he thought that any husband of the niece prophetic has no less reason to become Prince of Kiev than Ingvar. But these ambitious claims Mistina refused. We understood that for a true strengthening of the Russian state is necessary to preserve the Union with Northern lands where ruled and ruled by cousins of Ingvar. Combining their forces, they have achieved a lot; trying to snatch a piece, would ruin everything.
- I once... a long time ago... saw it, he said, trying to pull myself together, as three or four of them tried to divide the road romeyskoy cloak, who took Peresecina. They pulled his friend from a friend of the owner, while not broke, got dragged through the mud, so he only dog in the litter was suitable, and then fought. And left without all the cloak and beaten face. I would not want to see my sister Ingvar and I have become like this the bad.
- Who the truth is wanted to own this cloak was simply to kill all the others, - has unperturbably noticed Siggi Sachs. - A fool and share stupid.

She knew Sigge and never trusted him. On appeal, he was cheerful and friendly, but his heart was like a piece of black ice. No pity, no conscience. Cool, calculating and brave, he was loyal only to one thing: their profits.

From Aldan exuded such calmness and confidence, that in talking to him, I forgot my anxiety and unpleasant thoughts. If he closed the door behind me, leaving them howling and banging outside.