We have known the victories of the glory of taste,
After all, strength is with us, White, Wise God!
Yes, my homeland is dearer than anything,
I'm a pioneer, I'm fighting for Rus' now...
And I will move the Fuhrer straight in the face,
So, boy, fight and don't be afraid!
I was somehow captured by the enemy by accident,
Fritz's heels were burned to the child ...
The fire under the soles burns mercilessly,
Broke the boy's toes!
Flogged very hard, almost to death,
They brought the iron to the chest with heat ...
Fascists, it's like hell from hell
Almost took the boy's head off!
They led me to the noose barefoot,
Although I'm still quite, consider the kid ...
And I heard a lot of evil words,
But Stalin is still my father!
At the moment of the last shot of the partisan,
He mowed down the line of evil monsters ...
Enemies then did not seem enough,
At least someone was screaming in wild fear!
I returned to my squad again,
A boy running barefoot in the snow...
And the willows are shaking over the snowdrifts,
I will not give mercy, I see the enemy!
Let the era of communism be famous,
And Stalin is our most glorious father...
We will scatter the hordes of fascism to ashes,
Who is with us, he is forever well done!
Yes, our Motherland knows no measure,
We will zealously exterminate the Fritz ...
Let's rid the land of violent cholera,
To be able to pick up prizes for yourself!
I am a boy, a pioneer, a big warrior,
I fight, believe me, like a giant ...
And Hitler, it's just, you know, byaka,
And to me Svarog is only a lord with Rod!
And if necessary, the time of communism,
Will come in the glory of the country's knights...
Let's break the chains of evil revanchism,
And we will reflect the streams of darkness of the horde!
Here we are fighters entering Berlin,
We attack bunkers, palaces...
Victory came in radiant May,
Our grandchildren and fathers are proud of us!
The marquis boy sang well, just wonderful. Although the song was not from that opera, and from another time. And in general, not entirely appropriate at this point. But he sang with pleasure and feeling, and this is already excellent.
Several riders on black horses and in armor rode up to Julius. The largest of them, in a gilded helmet, sternly asked:
- What is it to eat here? What are you, a foreigner?
Julius boldly replied:
- If yes, then what!
The brute remarked:
- Your clothes are luxurious, but you go on foot, not on a horse. And why is that?
The marquis boy answered ironically:
But why,
It is impossible to live in the mind
But why,
You can't trust anyone
Why, life does not teach us anything,
Why, why, why!
Gromila noted:
- We will arrest you and send you to the torture cellar. There the executioners will find out who you are. Maybe even a spy!
Julius replied in a harsh tone:
- I'm the Marquis de Caesar!
The head of the guards growled:
- Show me the document!
The boy reached for his belt. He then knew that in this world, he was a marquis from a noble family. But this still needs to be proven. And show a document with a stamp.
But there was no document. Like a beautiful white horse. The boy remembered that he had left the horse and the document and the weapon as a pledge with the vampire Hess. Why?
The vampire released the captive children for this. And he had to return the deposit if Julius could find the magic snuffbox that this bloodsucker sorcerer sowed somewhere in this city.
Julius expected to figure it out, but this mission flew out of his head. That's how it happened.
And now the boy was in a difficult position. Without documents, no one will believe him. And clothes can be stolen, just like gold.
The guards, seeing Julius' confusion, dismounted from their horses. Hastily searched the boy, took the gold. They also tore off an expensive camisole and smart boots. After that, they tied the boy.