The Troll hissed:
- Here's to you, the same thing will happen!
Stalin-Putin flashed his teeth:
- Shit goes to shit, man to man!
The Troll suddenly threw in the captain-President of the pan, and ran away! Stalin-Putin, however, assumed something similar and did not even beat, but only slightly shifted to the side and launched his scimitar after the adversary. The Troll ran and sang:
- Not gonna get us! We're lost!
And so calmed down, punched through the scimitar, the tip embedded itself in the back got out through the chest, but still finished in the appendage of the cockroach-goat. Stalin-Putin has noticed:
- It's easier to squeeze water out of the sand than to succeed a coward! Fear is like a reverse telescope, in spite of the big eyes, any star are made null and void!
Stella yelled at him.:
Pick a scimitar. Otherwise...
Stalin-Putin rushed to his arms. Of course, Stella's right, in ancient times to lose the shield was considered a shame, or behind the shield, or on the shield. But the sword is doubly shameful. But still to fight with one scimitar is not particularly convenient. Here for the first time and got the scoop on the cheek. Unpleasant slap for the President, even the cheek burned. Stalin-Putin however, immediately punished the offender, so he gave... and flew scraps:
- An eye for an eye! Tit for tat! Fairy trolls unlike literary win heroes, not moderators!
Stella yelled at him.:
- Hurry up before you steal!
However, it seems the cockroaches-goats don't especially like to miss the scimitar. Apparently this thing is too cool. But to pull "magic" of the dead body of the Troll was not so easy. Apparently this creature was tenacious and didn't want to let go. Stalin-Putin, however, was so strong that vigorously twirled his sword, even if it was strung on someone else's body. Why, he's a tough guy too, captain of naval aviation. Goats are the cockroaches of seeing that such get up, the Troll suddenly squeaked and started to run. Warriors also cheered even more, and Stalin-Putin sang:
I did not think once here,
That I would fight elves and trolls!
But here is a capricious fate,
With me playing solitaire evil clown!
Here is maps fell out and has now issued term,
Quite different was the end darling!
After all can in this world become a white-haired temple,
Though not old paladins!
Ah, that war, with me beauty of-love,
I'm not alone, and that's my joy!
Destiny shouts, does not contradict,
After all, waiting for you at the end of the reward!
The enemy Troll - his cruel grin,
Rapid as hell knows no measure!
God why are you such animals created,
To what need and the witches, and chimeras!
The Almighty, says in the answer,
You're too young and don't know much!
Because the people have more troubles,
After death in heaven are greater!
But can peace be valued in Paradise,
When I did not know in this world fatigue!
And youth eternal flesh swashbuckling,
Since you are not threatened living creatures that old.
Knowing the mountain you will appreciate,
Good, dream and female flesh affection!
When will be interrupted life difficult thread,
You will find yourself in a fairy-tale universe!
Well, what can be seen well,
But boring Paradise, since there is no one to fight it!
After all, it is a mistake to fight sinfully,
Because the face of Fortune is brighter than the Sun!
I hope the sky will be the new regiment,
Where are the angels in eternal battles!
And where demobilization is not sobachat period,
Where is your chivalry - upright!