That effort is also a throw,
The enemy is already visible, finely shaking!
The bullet almost hit the temple
Darkened in the eyes of our sun!
But we went up to attack,
Smash nasty bayonets butt!
We will burn out the Fritz, if you need fire,
Our fighter has become without prices - just a treasure!
As soon as the girl-tigress died, the main hero of the Roman army in gold with sapphire cornflowers fell from the blow of Attila. A Chinese-inspired girl cut it down even earlier, and now attacked the representative of the commander of the infantry. He entered into battle with the present, one-eyed giant and even began to crowd him, waving his sword:
- You monster will not cope with us! Because we are Germans!
The thug rudely replied:
- Germans are peppers! Nation crippled!
Magda got really angry.
- Not! We are Germans a priori nation of great warriors. That nation that used to win and not in front of anyone not to bend!
The giant curled his lip and immediately got the edge of the sword in the throat. From the bull's neck the fountain danced ... He staggered, and immediately received a shot under the heart ... Magda exclaimed:
- Heroism has no age!
Christina cheered her friend:
- Truly crush them my dear stronger ... There will be even more rapid pressure!
At this moment, one of the barefoot archer boys dumped the Roman emperor with an accurate shot. And it was necessary to please the arrow directly into the eye!
Magda sang, singing:
- Wow! Not in the eyebrow, but in the eye!
Christina twisted her finger to the temple:
- And what! Better to hit one time than curse a hundred! Well, now the enemy will run!
Magda chopped down another warrior, confirmed:
- The enemy from fear will tremble and jump away will jump!
Indeed, the ranks of the Romans hesitated and began to yield. Generally, when the army takes flight it is creepy. Even if it is such a disciplined army as ancient Rome. No wonder, after all, Genghis Khan, in the event that one dozen had escaped, ordered the execution of a whole hundred ... Although the accuracy of the last order is questioned whether it is not a fiction of historians. Even in Rome, every tenth was executed while fleeing. Flickering bare legs, girls and boys rushed to pursue the enemy. And the horns began to play ...
Magda woke up, abruptly jumped up, the girls quickly lined up. We washed, brushed our teeth and again smeared with protective creams with a forced march through the desert. So they are barefoot in some swimsuits and rushed through the sandy hell.
The Arab kids showed their fingers in surprise and whistled:
- Deutsche Akbar!
Magda looked around and looked at the retreating palm trees with anguish, then whispered to Christine:
- Again in hell!
The red-haired diva answered with a smile:
- All people are sinners, and the hell is the natural state of sinners!
Magda winked back.
- A man can not sin!
Christine nodded her fiery hair and on the run began to explain:
- I agree! Even a thousand times agree! In general, sin is a relative and purely human concept. For example, if we take the morality of the ancient world, then in it, it was good that it benefited both the man himself and his tribe-clan. For example, adultery was considered a blessing, not a sin!
Magda willingly agreed:
- Right! The Führer himself believes that it is better for a woman to become pregnant from a war hero than from her, not always valiant husband. Especially if she has a husband, there are signs of harmful, impure blood.
Margaret screamed at the girls:
- Take care of the girls' breath, this time we run to exhaustion!
Magda smiled back.
- It is possible to be tired, but it cannot be exhausted.
Half an hour the girls fled, silently, and then Christina whispered:
- Do you know what a strange dream my friend had?
Magda was surprised:
- Yes, I confess too! Why?
Christina grinned, replied:
- Nothing! Such a dream, as if I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Atilla. And we fought with the waxes of ancient Rome. And everything was so beautiful and cruel at the same time ...
Magda giggled back:
"You know, I dreamed of that too!" Even a surprising coincidence. I've seen you in a dream!
Christine winked back:
- And I love you! You fought well, although a narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior almost killed you!
Magda was not joking this time, surprised:
- Can not be! It does not happen that two people have the same dream at the same time?
Christine retorted:
- If the flu is collectively sick, then the dream may be the same. Then how will it lead! I heard that in Tula society there are special mediums who take a potion, and breathe in tinctures of herbs, and then sink into visions! And they quite manage to be prophets!
Magda, jumping over a cobblestone, agreed:
- Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require supernatural forces, it is just that there may be quite material, and as yet unresolved, physical laws in nature. But what is this dream about?