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  Artem shouted him.

  - Stick to the beauty! - And right there was hit at first a bludgeon, and then and a lash on a back.

  Nearly having fallen, it kept and continued the way skorbeya. Though they were actively adjusted and the cold bit for naked heels, there were long, nearly two hours. If to consider that foot were beaten off by bludgeons, then it is big loading. And the throat became hoarse from constantly shouting songs. And in such tired state boards forced to carry and strugat them, to knead concrete, to spread a laying. Because of clouds came up one purple-red star, then other, absolutely small cornflower-blue-violet. It became warmer, birds started singing, one of them similar to a camomile flower took seat on an edge of the crane, and began the hysterical song. At Artyom the back for want of habit ached, and it seemed to it that it just about will lose forces.

  But the second wind opened, it became easier and work flew more cheerfully. Boys were tried to be alternated, after a ten-minute lunch break where they were given such dry crusts of bread that it was necessary to throw "food" in water, them traded places. To Artyom got to knead concrete, very heavy and tedious task. If before it on hands had callosities from weights and a dumbbell, appeared from a shovel now. Having properly kneaded substance, he accurately put it on bricks. Others spread a wall. Dachas at general bees of state security, or planetary danger to all live - impressive, in three, four floors, on it it is necessary to work much. Crimson "sun" hid for the horizon, but a violet disk as does not want to leave though its light is dim. Children so were tired that they already hardly move, even lashes do not help. At last the signal a release sounds and they are driven back. At this moment the prison barrack seems a home, and rigid plank beds a feather-bed.

  - And you are a good fellow. - To gardens friendly tapped on the shoulder. - Sustained the first step with advantage. And many beginners became limp.

  Artyom, limping and being unsteady for fatigue, modestly answered:

  - I also on a limit, still it is necessary to reach "hut".

  - Well, we will make it, a habit the second nature. - Scratched and wet winked at gardens itself.

  Children prisoners added to a step. In a back wind blew, accelerating the movement. One is only bad, again supervisors force to sing. Dzhabba which is already covered with warts is hated, and here he wants to gnaw through a throat teeth.

  - Nothing suffer, the main thing it is survived differently us will hammer. - Encouraged to Gardens.

  Suffer! Such burning word. And if there are neither forces, nor desire, to take down humiliation.

  Already in the distance gate of prison seemed. At this moment they are met by cheerful laughter and whistle.

  - You look, "hedgehogs" are conducted.

  Holiday and children of rich bees lingered on streets longer, celebrating a new cycle of a pulsar. Elegant, in beautiful clothes with wings they favourably differ from poor prisoners. Empty bottles fly to prisoners, shoot from crackers and fires of petards. Artyom unpleasantly burn sparks, it wants to move and rush on the offenders, but stirs a chain.

  Protection laughs and even encourages masked bees on unscrupulous tricks. So half of hour proceeds.

  - Hey you, tramps! Try to catch up with us.

  Running up and choosing kids - it is so safer, they are beaten with boots or try to crush a heel fingers of bare feet.

  Artem caught the moment and dexterously cut to one fat boy bee the scratched leg under the fat back.

  That flew up and began to squeal a pig. The others in reply started several tens full lemonade and beer of bottles. One hit Artyom the head, another beat a knee. The boy intercepted on the fly "shell" and precisely sent to a kettle. Hit and "barin's son" is prostrate.

  Protection understood that it goes too far, interfered. Vigorously, but accurately driving away one children bees and brutally beating other human. Got also to Artyom, to it nearly broke ribs, and on the bald head new cones were again blown up. Then they were lifted and driven in a chamber, continuing to kick on the road.

  Artyom reached plank beds slightly live, this time to them did not even allow to have supper. Having tumbled down, it, as well as most of children fell asleep at once.

  . HEAD NO. 6

  On the soldier in a white raincoat and with gold spurs standing, horned creatures snatched. And the young warrior battled against a sword and a pole-axe. Attacked the devil a trident and moved horned a pole-axe edge in trellised rods of a casemate. And dirty began to let out wild cries.

  The girl Bulgakov stiffened over the raging lava. It seems that devils capitally became puzzled, strive to take away the victim from under a nose. The young man attacking demons dumped in blow of a leg of one more devil from a parapet and horned by inertia flew in the slightly opened boiler cover. Inhuman squeal reached when the fair-haired soldier split with a sword a head with three horns. The jaw at the devil dropped out and began to jump on stones.

  Bulgakov, whose sight in a young, sound female body found sharpness, despite flickering patches of light from a flame, several multi-colored moon flickering behind windows, made out an unusual shape of ears of this soldier. They reminded the butonchik of graceful roses cut lengthways and it distinguished it from a usual human type. And so it was very beautiful, and even, to some extent, sverkhchelovechesk ... Perhaps as angel?

  Bulgakov hanged, holding barefoot, graceful maiden fingers, steel brackets. Devils rushed on the impudent warrior, trying to take number. But the dexterous young man moved quicker and, constantly, jumped from one cover of a copper on another. The direct shot a sock of a boot and a chertyag flies head over heels, flop in the lava prepared for sinners. And the soldier, having untwisted the pole-axe which is cutting off horns, sings:

  - The new way to us is lit up by dream! Beauty will reign in the world let!

  And as sadant, to the demon trying podkrastis from the back, in an eye. Togo at first rejected, and then as will jerk.

  Bulgakov whispered:

  - This, hero!

  The young man broke to a copper where were going to fry the little girl. But at the crucial moment, as always, the main character meets crown difficulty. Dexterous, with five horns and two curve sabers, the demon jumped out towards to the youth. And they were linked, blows of blades, and to improbability abundance of the sparks which are beaten out by steel (?).