Book: The Vikings

... only someone with a purse instead of a blade fighting, that ever the purse will be taken away.

Though glechik cry, only in the furnace do not poke.

Sergei barely had time to Dodge barely stick to the head took it.
- Mad old witch? he wanted to know.
- Well you, Sorka, guests welcome! laughed the Vikings.
From such guests the meat off the bone! - grumpy rasped the old woman describing a crutch intricate curves.

The bear momentarily lost sight of him, and that moment was enough to Serge managed to remove from the case knife. And the beast is coming back at him, breaking through the soft white snow, plenty of dirtying it with blood, but not exactly showing any signs of weakness. Duharev retreated, clutching the knife, but the idea of that kind of a machine it is possible to stop twenty centimeters knife, it seemed as fun as trying child's shoulder to stop the truck.

Horses Serge versed enough to confidently distinguish a stallion from the Mare.

"Re-entry" and translation of Luke into the mode of "camping store" took Seryoga four hours. Of course, under the watchful supervision of master Luke. While in the dull (according to mentor), the consciousness of the pupil for the hundredth time was invested in the idea that bow - weapon-delicate and fragile. And attention requires much more than, for example, a sword. And if the master Archer can spend a whole year making it a great tool to deterioration of human organisms, the lazy or inept guy like Duharev can fuck this perfect weapon are significantly faster. And onion, even a little bit out of shape or firmness, will be used exclusively for hunting hares. And if the rabbit admit to yourself fifty steps.

Stupid man carves out of a living tree dead face, smearing her lips servile blood, and thinks: here I Manarola hit! Because the fool! - barked Rereg. - Valor - of valor. Courage to courage. A brave warrior destroys the enemy, the enemy's blood washes, a battle breathes, and becomes braver. And valor his perunova food. And Perunov gift. This is from a small acorn the mighty oak grows. But that oak has grown, the earth needed. The strength of earth, from Mokosh.

- Now sky - said Rereg. - There Perun angry Dazhboh radiant. There Stribog creates wind and rain. There are great warriors riding on winged horses.
And here is the earth. In the land of Mokosh ' lives, the roots of stroking. The roots nourish. Female power is from the earth. And masculine force from the ground. All life lives on the earth, feeds from the earth but reaching toward heaven. Land and sky water knits. Water is life. Through the water the earth the power drink. And gives - also through the water. Earth water fire remains, but the fire land fortress in the sky. Now look, the Vikings pulled to his spear. - Here is a tree, he stroked the black, the living fortress, easy. But the headgear, Rareh snapped on the tip, echoed the dull sound. - Dead fortress. And together - life.
- Understood - said Duharev. They're killing.
- That the enemy of death, your life, the Vikings looked at him condescendingly on the child. Warrior need power. Power from the earth. A warrior must have courage. Valor of the sky. Ask Mokosh give strength and it will give. Do not share power with Perun, and Perun will take everything. Without valor force back into the ground leaving. And Perun blood loves.

And who will find ferns color, that will open all the secrets: treasures, shoroni, diva forest. And he would be invisible for people and spirits and even the Moraines of Death... - the Bat rolled her eyes and all over his freckled face portrayed horror and admiration. And it blooms, ferns that is, once in a thousand years and Toko one night. Such as Wednesday.

Late to drink Borjomi, when the kidneys fell off.

Serge tried to make sense of what happened. The incident did not comprehend.