There is no break in sorrow, I will be honest,
In a land of great luck we live!
In the mouth I kiss - I'm glad to admire,
And that was not, without meaning conversation!
The booty is shared by the embezzlers,
They will suffer a severe sentence!
And the dull bad weather recedes,
On the horizon, a ray of smoke is painting!
And we were in burning power,
More precisely, I could not express the thought!
Affa radiantly smiled and, patting Trump on the back, replied:
- You are simply wonderful and unique. One and a half million years I live in the light, but I did not see anything funny.
The billionaire president answered in a pompous voice:
"A politician, a legal pickpocket, and Trump is a pocket in law!"
Affa smiled and replied:
- Yes, you do not need me, then you will live ten million years like me, and then you will end up in divine nirvana.
Trump with a feeling of ill-concealed hope asked:
"And will you make me a god?"
Affa rock glittering brighter than the stars of the teeth, sang:
- Everything impossible is possible in our world ... It is not necessary to be cautious ... only in the toilet!
. CHAPTER? 3
Now Trump turned out to be the servant and clown of the goddess Affa. It was quite a troublesome post. The goddess was very fond of tweaking and amusing herself in very peculiar ways.
In particular, she wanted to turn an old man into a boy. Well, it occurred to such a whim, and run it into the city of the elves.
And that is very funny. Especially for the goddess to admire the work of her hands.
Trump, who has become such a jerk is so funny. He wrinkles his forehead, mutters something under his nose.
It does not often happen when an old man turns into a child. Although elves of a particularly higher order can do this. A goddess like this and just once spit.
Affa asked her fooclass="underline"
"How's the feel of Trampic?"
The former American billionaire president, and now turned to the boy grinned in a childish smile:
- Not bad! I, frankly, feel amazing!
The goddess looked affectionately at Trump and nodded.
"Do you want to stroll around the galactic capital?"
The boy and former president Donald Trump answered:
- I would be happy to see the sights of your capital. When I myself become a god, I will build myself, something even more majestic.
Affa nodded in agreement.
- Well my boy!
And opened her beautiful mouth and ... Suddenly, a fountain of Magoplasma blazed, and Trump's boy embraced the fire of sorcery.
The space is flooded with a flaming, every second flashing flame ...
Hellfire, flashing and devouring all the insides, crushing the flesh. A volcano that burns out everything that is alive inside. How familiar it all is! But this time, maybe hell is real ?! Patience - and here the pain subsides. Donald Trump opened his eyelids.
He thought he saw the starry sky. From a surprise, he screwed up his eyes and then again opened them with an effort. Yes, indeed, he sees a strange starry carpet. An unearthly origin, extremely densely strewn with precious garlands of heavenly bodies. Tens of thousands of brightest stars are blind and stunning imagination. The body seemed to float in a vacuum, not feeling the support. The unprecedented spectacle so shocked the boy and former president that he fainted, disconnected from reality.
When the ability to think again to him returned, he could already control emotions. Under him there was solid ground again, he struggled to his feet.
The spectacle that appeared before him was not for the faint-hearted people. At first the boy president thought he was going crazy. Grand city, the capital of the galaxy of the elven empire, one of the greatest cities of the Babochkazar cluster appeared in all its wildest beauty.
Luxurious multi-kilometer skyscrapers, gigantic temples, incredibly giant statues, cascades of gardens and fountains, glowing devices, huge billboards on which could fit fifty Olympic stadiums and much more. If you add millions of different colorful and extravagant flying machines, then for the seventy-eight-year-old boy president of the early twenty-first century this was beyond all limits.
And yet, Donald Trump did not feel fear. There was an extreme excitement, and even indescribable ecstasy at the sight of such unimaginable
colorful splendor created by the hands of intelligent beings. Everything in this metropolis was grandiose and charming.
A few stars shone in the sky. The brightest pink-yellow star, two green, one blue and two almost invisible cherry-sapphire, which is natural in such intense light. Nevertheless, despite the strong light, my eyes did not cut and it was not hot. The temperature is very pleasant, a slight cool breeze blows.
The president boy, now a jester, walked along the seven-colored sidewalk, the sidewalk framed by flowers, statues, multicolored flashers, crystal-polished tiles. Barefoot, children's soles felt very smooth, even, perhaps, slippery like ice, giving luminescence, but fortunately not too hot surface.
Everything in this futuristic megalopolis was mirror-sparkling and dazzlingly magnificent, even waste heaters were made in the form of exotic animals and birds. They opened their mouths and politely thanked them when they threw garbage. When Donald threw off the melted and warped boot of the mini-elf from the sidewalk, a bird scavenger jumped out of the sidewalk.
She was with the head of an eagle, but disproportionately with a large beak, the body of a striped eggplant framed by three orders of lush petals. Each row differed in color and shape of shoots, and wings did have a mobile coloring video.