Already it becomes easier, and a second wind opens in the trained lungs ... The sun is already declining towards the sunset and the suffocating heat recedes. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, but retreating!
Redhead Christina also suffers, but attached. She and Magda were old friends, even the beds in the girl"s barracks were next to them. Often they sparred with each other. Two friends deprived of childhood and matured early. However, life is a struggle, an eternal struggle. And perhaps the greatest tragedy for humanity and for each individual person will be when there is nothing to fight for!
For the first time, Christine saw Hitler at a rally; when she herself was only five years old or even a little less. Then he was not yet the Fuhrer of Great Germany, but just one of the opposition politicians. But in something felt, something special: the inexpressible charisma of this leader, with a small mustache! What exactly the future Führer was talking about, Christine did not remember. Adolf Hitler spoke very emotionally, energetically swinging his fists, often saying the words: Great Germany, valor, honor, chivalry, strength, dignity! And the whole crowd just growled in indescribable delight. And what was the applause. And even then Christine realized that God was incarnate before her!
So she remembered that day! Her parents adored the Fuhrer, long before Hitler came to power. They joined the party in the late twenties, when the chances of the Nazis to come to power seemed slim, and the Nazis scored two to three percent of the vote! Well, well, the Führer was already then a Führer and a true leader! But it took a brutal crisis that shook the foundations of society to the ground, so that Germany would find its leader in it. The girl grew up in the harsh conditions of an elite barracks, where she spent eight years, but never in her heart hated the Fuhrer.
Even when she and other girlfriends were cruelly flogged with wide belts (so as not to cut the skin!), Or sent to a punishment cell, where they had to push the wheel in front of them. The punishment invented in the SS is also sophisticated. You spin the wheels, and the body is stuck with sensors, of which it beats the current. The faster you twist it, the weaker the electricity, and when you slow down more. A kind of mixture of punishment for misconduct and physical training. They were tempered and trained in the style of ancient Sparta, which was admired by Hitler and his chief policeman, and the executioner of the Third Reich Himmler!
As the Führer said: "A German boy must, from childhood, endure beatings and get used to cruelty!" Well, Himmler spread the same thesis to the girls! So he liked to quote Nietzsche - cruelty, cruelty, and once again cruelty cementing the nation!
A distance of fifty or even a little more than kilometers has already been covered, an enormous load in this heat and with a load for such little girls. Magda, Christina no longer felt their bodies, they ran like somnambulists, feeling something tearing muscles, and a dull pain in the head. But now comes the command:
- Go to step! For the first time enough!
The girls are slowing down and are already walking fast. Heels start to itch, even stronger. Magda whispered to Christine:
- From hell to purgatory!
A friend did not agree:
- From purgatory to paradise!
The stony ground is over and the bare, exhausted legs of the girls enter the soft, emerald grass. Magda exclaimed:
- And how bliss, after torture with prickly stones, and the burning sands of the desert, walk like a velvet natural carpet!
This time Christina willingly agreed:
- Of course, this is really paradise! After such a harsh march! But I think it will be even harder.
When the tigress girls finally came to the landing, Margaret stopped them and ordered them to lie on their backs. She rudely felt the top ten female footprints and said with obvious satisfaction:
- Charming! And the skin does not peel off, and there are no blisters on the sole. And even the heels are not dusty, they remain pink, as if you just left the bath! - She grew up Margaret, paused, and suddenly with a speed of lightning threw a dagger. The blade flashed like a sun-bunny as a schoolboy from the mirror, and the point nailed a large, black scorpion. The voice of the SS officer became rougher, and the beautiful features of the girl's face hardened. - Tomorrow we will run from morning to evening. What crooked faces - are you Aryans or not? If so, we must endure those who fall, we will shoot on the spot! On the first, second, calculate.
After the recalculation, the girls were still forced to do push-ups, and to press, and then mercifully sent to bed. While you can relax.
Magda dreamed that she fought in the Germanic horde, against the Roman legions. In a rage, the girls are attacking the warriors of Rome. Female warriors only slightly covered breasts with plates, and thighs with loincloths he suffocates of pressure and splashing, of swift swords swinging. And the Roman soldiers, hacked into pieces, with felled heads, fall.
Magda screams at the top of her mouth:
- I'll be the champion!
Her sweeping sweeps, slanting movements are irresistible. Here falls a Roman centurion struck with a sword. Magda shouted deafeningly:
- Evil spirit - go to hell!
The girl dodges the swing of the sword, and kicks in the groin. The enemy falls. And the beauty bellows:
- My true in language!
That falls roman flag cut down by Christina. Girls trample him with their bare, slightly dusty feet. Graceful traces are left on the canvas.
And overlap the ranks of the Romans. The warriors fall, and the girls scream at all times:
- Puck! Washer!
Magda received a heavy blow with a sword and flew back. She was attacked by a mighty legionary. The girl struggled to fight off his long weapon. The blonde, slightly receding, made the opponent miss. He roared like a buffalo. Made a wide scope. And the edge of Magda"s sword, for a moment, beating the burglar, plunged into his throat.
The whale, as if thrown to the ground, threw a fountain of blood and began to collapse.
Magda grinned and roared:
- This is how tigresses fight!
Then I chirped:
"That means the war is going on ... The bad aunt and the bitch is she!" - The girl jumped, played the turntable in a jump, knocked out the Roman and continued singing. "But without her, it's so boring on Earth." Battles affectionately found in a dream!
The girl was hacked by the Romans, cramped on legionaries. The warriors fell, and the warriors fell down with them. There was an offensive of the German maiden army. Christina struck the opponent's heel in the bridge of her nose, and broke it, forcing her to let a trickle of blood. The girl chirped:
- We are warriors of Attila! And very nice!
The first legion of the Romans was almost completely interrupted. His remnants fled. But two more selected legions joined the battle. The girls flew darts, and the warriors began to suffer losses. But still, with fierce fury, they pounced on the Romans. Those used the construction of "turtle" and literally shook under the girl's onslaught.
Magda picked up the blade of the tortoise and snarled:
- I am a warrior of light! Warrior of snow and wind!
She managed to cut off a brush to a Roman soldier, a dart landed in it. The girl hissed:
- It will only make you worse!
Warriors, stumbled upon a turtle, slightly confused. But the fighting spirit of the beauties did not die out at all. But they resorted to tactical deception. They rushed to run, flickering with bare heels. And counting on the fact that the Romans will rush to pursue them.
So it happened. The enraged warriors of the empire threw after them. In addition, the sweaty girlish bodies too shone seductively for the legionaries who were hungry to caress. But it was just a tricky trap. The girls easily jumped over the stakes, and when the Romans ran heavily, the stakes rose and sank into their chests.
. CHAPTER number 3.
Oleg woke up, finding himself in a broad meadow. Next to him lay Margarita. Although the children did not receive any burns or any other injuries, they still felt dizzy. The boy-wunderkind sat down and in order to appease the pain in his head he tried to meditate ... Immediately there was an idea about the time where he pleased ...
The end of June 1942 ... There is a temporary lull on the fronts, only Meinstein storms Sevastopol. The Germans abandoned the offensive, and accumulate power. Battles take place in Egypt, where parts of Rommel gain one victory after another.
And they were somewhere in the German rear. Stupid of course. Now, however, the very top of the summer is hot ...
She woke up and Margarita. The girl was up, jumped up, but then sat down, too, dizzy. So they sat back to back. Something, reminding Alice and Pashka from the works of Cyrus Bulychev. Unfortunately, this classic died before it became fashionable to send popadans to the Second World War. Otherwise, surely there would appear a work in which Alice her friends would fight the Germans.
Oleg from these thoughts was fun, and the boy burst out laughing. But my head was spinning with laughter. The boy suggested to Margarita:
- Let's try while the sun has a little sleep. And then we'll see ...
The girl agreed:
- God will give the day! God will give food!
Oleg lay down on the mugs and almost immediately fell asleep ... He dreamed of a wolf's den and a fascist sit-in.
Fascist Germany, the capital of Berlin, the building of the imperial office. A low-spirited man with a small mustache and cold eyes of a piranha nervously paces through the luxurious cabinet. No one else in the history of mankind has ever caused such strong emotions. Nobody hated so fiercely, and so ardently loved. A person or even a beast that shook the entire planet, which many considered to be the antichrist or the devil in the flesh. The one who has achieved unprecedented success and even more amazing defeats. The torch eclipsed all its predecessors and scattered into dead ashes. In the spacious office hang portraits, Frederick the Great, knight-emperor Barbarossa, Bismarck, several German Kaisers, Charlemagne, and a large unfolded map of the world. On it all countries are lined with semiprecious mosaic, and the Third Reich itself is rubies. The USSR on the map is a brown color from selected amber. The nervous man stopped and poked his fingers in the chest, a tall, fat dork with Marshal's epaulets and a hog face.
- You're Herman just fat beast! Because of your miscalculations, it was not possible to break the spine, the British shabby lion. Now he snaps and pushes our allies to the Italians. But the most important thing is still to come!
The face of Hermann Göring, despite the threatening tirade of the Fuhrer, remained complacent and dull, he replied in a languid voice:
- Our pilots showed miracles of heroism and valor. Aces fought like lions, showing the superiority of our aircraft over the British. New fighters Messerschmitt-109 modification "G", have no equal in the totality of combat indicators not with one aircraft of the world.
The Fuhrer twisted his nose and asked:
- And the characteristics?
Herman happily answered:
- Three air cannons in 20-millimeters and two machine guns in 13-millimeters. This machine is superior to the Soviet counterparts. In Russians, only MIG-3 has five fire points, and then they are all machine guns.
The Fuhrer softened a bit: