Margarita sang her ringing, pleasant little voice:
- What a school life ... Where is the test every day! Addition, division, multiplication table ...
Children on scooters have already left Moscow. The majestic, beautiful city was left behind. The capital of the most powerful country in the world, it makes an indelible impression on the entire planet. But the boy with the girl does not pay attention. One thing worries them - as if, the police did not slow down, and did not demand documents from the youngsters.
But the rules, they do not violate the movement, adjusted to automatism.
Oleg Rybachenko expressed his opinion:
- The multiplication table is primitive ... I personally dream to refute Einstein's theory of relativity. In particular, the possible speeds exceeding light in a vacuum. And I have a lot of interesting ideas on this topic.
Margarita shook her head.
- You should not express them ... Theory is boring! And practice is expensive!
The boy just giggled in response ... And he added gas. Yes, these girls do not like boring scientific reasoning. Give them something simple. Like, for example, adventures with greentails. And the soul wants something else. Fly to cosmic worlds. See life beyond the solar system.
For example, a mixture of the Colorado potato beetle and pineapple. Shake hands with your brother according to reason. Or maybe a shaggy wing, or nose. How interesting must these aliens be. What do they eat for breakfast? Or maybe they replenish their energy with electricity! What are they still funny creatures!
Oleg slightly tilted the scooter and asked Margarita:
- What do you think about life on other planets?
The girl shot her eyes and answered fervently:
- I do not know ... Although the existence of other worlds is not contrary to science!
Oleg agreed and nodded:
- It's not even Newton's biome, but the Pythagorean theorem!
Margarita giggled and rang out in a juicy voice:
- As well, there is no dirty theory. We will learn necessarily connected ...
He drove lush May grove. The air is filled in late spring. And everything is so joyful in my heart, and forget-me-nots are flourishing.
The dacha of Oleg Rybachenko"s parents is rather large and elegant. With a fence and a large plot of land. The boy opened the door with an electronic key and invited the girl into the courtyard.
Oleg was cheerful, and he was impatient to show the discovery to his friend. A boy with a smile on his lips led the girl to the basement. He was excited about his discovery.
Margarita lingered. She looked at the bizarre paintings in a cubist manner and asked in surprise:
- What do you have? Scripts by Picasso?
Oleg shook his head:
- No, it's my dad indulging. He is not only a famous science fiction writer, but also an artist. Some of his paintings cost a lot of money they were auctioned off.
The girl whistled:
- A decent cottage ... Three floors, and there is a kind of underground pool.
Oleg nodded vigorously with his bright, short-haired head:
- The pool is so-so - a splash pool. But next to the laboratory, which made great discoveries.
Margarita expressed quite an adult thought:
"I"m still afraid if we"re technologically behind the West." Somehow, science fiction is not fashionable!
Oleg confidently stated:
- As long as there are guys like me ... That"s not what we can do! For example, I think how to make a weapon that neutralizes a nuclear explosion. Then, for example, to us, any of the missiles will not be terrible!
The girl giggled wittily and rounded eyes:
- Neutralization of the atomic bomb? That's cool! The boy walked back in his arms. He was as clever as a chimp. Then he got to his feet opened the doors to the basement for Margarita. They walked along the corridor, Oleg opened another armored door. The children took a few steps and ended up in the laboratory. There was a mass of various devices, sensors, flasks and test tubes. Twisted the wires ...
And in the very center of the laboratory there was something similar to a widescreen TV, but behind it were a lot of levers and buttons. Looked fancy.
The boy proudly put his fists on his hips and said:
- Here it is a time machine!
Margaret chirped in surprise:
- And this is a time machine? So much on the TV looks like ...
The girl went to the unit, pointed at the screen with her index finger. Carefully held on the surface and whispered:
- Well, you and the inventor ... And how does it work?
Oleg Rybachenko took a serious look and, turning the lever, replied:
- It shows parallel universe. We ourselves do not move in it.
Margarita became even more curious and she asked the boy:
"Well, show me something."
The boy smiled and began to turn the levers and push the buttons. An image appeared on the screen ... At first, rather muddy, and then it began to become clear.
Angular, small tanks appeared. They moved through the spring fields and fired. It was a real fight. Shreds of smoke rose into the sky, trenches burst.
And planes roared in the air. Someone twisted spirals ...
The image on the TV now and then jumped, and jumped up ... It was impossible to consider anything.
The boy turned the lever again ... It became a little clearer. Now you can see how Soviet guns shoot at German tanks. Flashes blaze near German cars. Here is one got a projectile on the tracks. She stopped and began to shoot - a German in a rage. On it again lupanul. The armor cracked, and Hitler's mastodon caught fire ...
Oleg Rybachenko sang:
- The brightest flame bonfire,
My love is burning ...
Though the enemy is treacherous and cunning,
But he will be broken!
Margarita was curious and, she asked:
- How does this story differ from ours?
The boy grinned and with a pleasant smile on his lips, answered:
- It differs a lot! Now I'll show you the last entry.
And the boy turned the two levers and pressed the button.
The image has already painfully familiar man with a mustache. He spoke German, which Margarita did not know, but simultaneous interpretation followed.
The Führer of Germany, as always, pronounced his long monologue:
- Our troops were already near Moscow itself, and they saw the Kremlin through binoculars. But the hardest frosts forced us to retreat. We won not Russian guns, but nature. Not a Russian soldier, but Russian frost! But spring comes.
At the cost of heroic efforts, the German people gathered new divisions. And now we are faced with a choice - who should be put out of action first: Britain and the United States, or Russia behind them. So gentlemen, I decided that after all the Leo's empire is much more important to crush. The Russian bear will still not be able to quickly develop its industrial potential. And we, in turn, will be able to quickly overcome the north of Africa and the Middle East from Britain.
Every day, the British and Americans are releasing more and more tanks and airplanes that press us. No doubt this should be done as quickly as possible.
Therefore, I command, reflecting the blows of the Soviet troops in the eastern direction, to refrain from conducting large-scale offensive actions, and to concentrate efforts on the Black Continent and the Middle East. It is from there that victory will come to us!
Rosenberg politely asked the Führer:
- And if the Russians will attack us?
Hitler confidently answered:
- Answer the active defense. We already have the newest T-4s with long-barreled guns that are not inferior to the Soviet T-34s. There is something to answer the Red Army. And soon there will be tanks and heavier, which will decide the outcome of the war in the east. In the meantime, promotion in Africa will decide the outcome of the war.
Field Marshal Keitel enthusiastically remarked:
- Rommel is a very talented commander. And if he is given more power, and not just two divisions, he will perform miracles. So the decision to attack in Africa, and not to go into the Russian open spaces should be considered reasonable. In addition, the attack in the Caucasus, which was proposed to us by the OKW, is operationally too risky. Since the councils can from the area of Stalingrad hit our troops in the rear. And this is fraught with the appearance of a boiler in the Caucasus.
The Fuhrer drank a glass of orange juice in one gulp. From his saw like a typical drunk. Then he croaked deafeningly. - We will break them all! This is not a game for you to play ...
Then the fascist number one moved his dog to the side - a blond shepherd. The animal rushed to hell, and knocked down a crystal glass. Ice cream, fell on the uniform of Hermann Göring. Fat Reichmarshal screamed desperately:
- Sentry!
The Fuhrer retinue burst out laughing. Everything looked extremely funny. Especially when Goering thick hands, began to smear on the uniform of the cream. From this, he only became dirtier. Female servants jumped and began to wipe the second man in the Third Reich.
Hitler giggling, said:
- And my successor is a jester!
Himmler supported the Fuhrer:
- Just some kind of clown!
The Nazi and the people turned to his chief executioner and quietly asked:
"Why does guerilla warfare grow in the territories liberated from the Bolsheviks?"
Himmler timidly replied:
- The Bolshevik propaganda is dumbing out people's brains. For twenty years of their domination, the communists so washed their heads of their citizens that they could not distinguish black from white ...
The Fuhrer took a piece of cake from the golden tray, swallowed it, drinking it down with his favorite orange juice and rationally noted: