Two hundred thousand! Getting up, fat man shouted with cigar in hand. On the index finger of his right hand flashed a diamond in the gold ring.
The whole state will be to determine Naa, glancing around the burning of unprecedented gaming excitement, expensive ring on the finger of the fat man next to a smoking cigar clamped.
Two hundred thousand! Times! Managing paused. Hall was buzzing as disturbed hive. The unprecedented auction attracted spectators from other sites Auction. Hall virtually empty at a cattle pavilion and equestrian. The crowds of shepherds squeezed forward, trying to take places closer to the ground.
Lord, Who is the greatest? Managing looked expectantly to the bit-com packed hall. Fat man with an expensive ring and little cigar be seen. Just stuck his mustache in a sea of flushed faces.
Who has more? Sounded the voice of the manager. But the hunters are. Little by little, in the hall of oppressive silence reigned. All waiting for the outcome. Call anyone worth more? Will buy anyone else?
I take away all seven to two hundred thousand for each! Shouted the fat man, and then his voice was drowned in the new loud explosion exclamations.
All seven, two hundred thousand each! Times! The voice of the manager
from the loudspeakers was louder hum loudly. Two! Three!
Barely pausing between account, as still equal millionaire sheep farmer from the Southern Hemisphere, Sylvester, according to the riches there. The manager of the Auction ended his account with the words: SOLD!
And Dan was a millionaire. His stern face touched children good-natured smile. Sheep moved by a nagging Naa corral buyer. Dan, pushing the latter into the opening paddocks, said:
Mother, you are always dissatisfied, even now when words are not necessary, and so everything is clear.
You sold too cheap, stupid. A year later, you would be able to help out in
twice the amount. I told you, do not hurry.
You wanted us to be robbed. After all, could Omar Shake. Jeannette, and youre quick on the tongue.
What do you unleash on children. What I do not understand that for the sheep we have
But a fight is brewing stopped the farmer came to the rescue. Swaying from side to side, he approached his sheep are: I am very glad to meet you! Holding out his hand, he said.
Den embarrassed, blushed like a young man. He has long been brought so easily talk to a millionaire. And he reached out timidly.
Sylvester!
In rough calloused hand Den found ourselves soft pads groomed fingers. Cold hard Signet tickled her palm.
Den! Ingratiating smile, introduced himself. Naa cast an angry look on his son.
This is my mother.
Very nice. Curves thick lips in a welcoming smile, Sylvester dropped and turning to the shepherd, said: I ask you to rise to the office of bargaining. It is necessary to make
some documents. They are gone, and the old guard remained in Naa stall, with a viewing platform could be heard shouting manager Auction: Every twenty-five thousand! Two!..
Omar! I want to take a ride on the roller coaster, lets go! My brother has not had time to respond, as Jeannette pulled him by the arm to the Raced at breakneck speed on a steep turn booths. In the little window offices, she bought two tickets, and putting their employee sat
They drove up to the booth behind her slowly climbed into the front Omar seat.
Ah-ah-ah! Jeannette cried, tight clutching his torso brother with both hands! This cabin rushed from the scene in the gap descent.
And, and, and! Softly she screamed when they threw up again to throw in a bend even steeper. Omar as a man held in chair, as if his fathers saddle horse to chase the sheep. Cowardice sister makes him proud of the mans origins. He wanted more and more time on the amazing roller coaster ride. But the cabin stood. Approached employee helped her sister out. Omar got out himself. They walked down the ride on the wooden stairs. We bought ice cream and curiously turned his head around, marveling at the abundance of recreational facilities. Their attention was drawn to the pneumatic shooting range shooting. Had its various prizes for good shooting. Omar longed to shoot. He persuaded his sister and they came closer. The attendant, an elderly man with a kind smile, offered Omar a gun and a handful of cartridgesю Omar was aiming for a long time, choosing the target. Eyes scattered from a variety of animals and all sorts of sizes of dots in which to get. I wanted to immediately hit the most small, but the thought: What if not on target! Stopped, and he chose the circle bigger. He was aiming for a long time, then gently holding my breath, pulled the trigger hook. Dry cotton shot and hit the goal. He shot the first time in my life. Jeannette burst into laughter. Omar proudly looked at his sister, then took aim again, and again hit the goal. He looked at Jeannette, and just noticed next to her tall young man with a beard and mustache, sleek, cleverly wounding him, Omar target. The boy flew into a rage. To tears felt sorry for myself, for my sister, How could she cheat, and even laugh. Oh wait, Ill teach you, cat! He thought gleefully. And the girl that time has forgotten about his brother and chirped merrily with a stranger. Lobster disassembled in a conversation that my sister called stranger Orth. Lobster
looked curiously at Ort. He was a young man of noble appearance. Straight aquiline nose and large sensitive brown eyes gave the person calm, courageous expression. He smiled snowy infectious smile and so trustingly looked at Omar that he stopped sulking and introduced himself:
Omar.
Very nice, young man. Ort!
They shook hands. The iron hand Ort for a moment, like a vise, squeezed a narrow palm boy. From this handshake Omar suddenly felt a mans self-confidence and pride that such a strong person has given him, the little little man, the mans attention. Orth had come with her sister, and when all three of them pretty tired suggested: Jeannette, lets explore the city.
Lets just here. She blushed, glancing at his brother.
And, Omar, so hes coming with us.
The girl sighed in relief. They came out with entertainment site and found ourselves in the parking lot of crews. There among the tents, droshkies and carts stood red pearl color passenger car. His body shone in the sun and was dazzling nor beautiful background motley wheeled transport. Jeannette trying to guess the crew Orts, but he led them farther and farther away, closer to the car. The girls heart flutter, she was scared, and it turns out that this car Orts. Her movements were not as fast, it slowed down, still doubting his hunches. Meanwhile, Orth-farming opened the door, inviting them to sit down. Jeanette looked in dismay at his brother. Orth first climbed into the front seat and looked admiringly at the white-toothed welcoming smile Orts. He filed Jeannette hand, breaking definitively hesitant girls. Girl with a sinking heart, sat on the back seat.
Yes, I almost forgot! The young man said, opening the lid of the box, built into the dashboard. Out of the box he took a piece of blank paper and quickly wrote something on it,
then put it in an envelope.
Dear Janet, I ask you, please, tell, please its your father. He handed her an envelope! I do not want to He was worried, and we wait for you with Omar. The girl took the envelope and climbed out: Could not send the Rock! She thought resentfully! Though one hand, I quickly find my father. calmed herself so she rushed headlong to the shed bargaining. My grandmother showed her the direction in which the father left with Sylvester. Jeannette found them in the bar is already pretty tipsy, with the extreme bar table in a corner, the left from the exit.
Ah! Jeannette! Babbling drunk father tongue! On Sylvester, this is my daughter. Sylvester pursed smile and tried to link what is not could not. Vodka struck, as seen in his head.
Dad! The beginning of a daughter! I want to take a ride on a beautiful car with a young man, and with Omar. Let. Ah! Here He asks you for permission.
My father seemed to instantly sobered up. He took the envelope from her daughter. Jeannette immediately wanted to run, but at the last moment Dan held her hand.
But Daddy! Stamping his foot with impatience, exclaimed, Daughter: Theyre waiting for you!
Nothing can wait. Medley father. He slowly pulled a folded sheet of paper from the envelope. Jeannette nervously fingered handbag, patiently waiting for the word father. Den suddenly from all the mama slammed his fist on the table. Daughter flinched in surprise, covering his face with his hands. Mugs with unfinished jumped over the table and began to roll on the table, spilling the contents of which formed puddles thin stream ran on expensive suit trousers Sylvester. Millionaire fast asleep.
I knew it! Yelled a voice not his father. Sylvester chewed thick lips, without waking up. Jeannette hurried rush away. The frightened girl sought out old Naa. She fumbled in Van, giving final instructions to the movers, Georgia sold sheep.
Hey, man, be careful! She shouted at thein the reception.
Theyre not yours. He threw one back.
Would have been like for them as for small children, would know how to contact with the poor animals. She babbled, looking with pity at bleat in a van, huddled together animals. Working slammed lined metal door closed van. Poor Naa hardly tore moisten eyes off slam door and just now noticed to run to her with all his Jeannette. The heart of sensing something was wrong, she quickly moved toward her.
What happened to Dan?
The girl, sobbing, told him everything.
Again, under-the-table, the bastard! Powerful, deep voice growled Naa. Then he took on his hips, elbows sharp thorns pierced Air: Well, lets go! The bar was not the father. It was not in the office and trade, and only in the branch of the National Bank of Den sat at the table and what is the diligently brings to the bank letterhead. As they approached, he finished writing.
What does it all mean? Since the beginning of the threshold Naa.
Den, oblivious mother, folded form four times and held Jeannette. The mother attempted to take the letter. But Dan pushed her over back: For, be conveyed is Orts. He is waiting on the bridge, the old Naa frantic thrashing Dan fists on the back.
Where you are sending it, you scoundrel! Shes not going anywhere! Screamed a woman in a high falsetto.
Go, go, girl! Ordered the Den. Jeannette in fright ran to the door.
Wait, my daughter, do not go! Do not go anywhere! Yelled Naa. Den both hands to hold his mother was
What do not we go further? Omar said in Orts, when car stopped on the bridge.
Here well wait for your sister.
Ah! Knowingly handed Omar.
Dragged agonizing minutes of waiting. Orth, without ceasing, chatted language, told amazing stories. The main characters in them were animals, birds, habits so much like people. Omar laughed to tears. Time passed so quickly that at first he did not even know who says Orth. It was only a moment later I saw my sister. Orth at this time unfolded the paper and read the scribble his father in the banking form. On the face of it slipped slightly perceptible cold smile. He looked absently Omar in the face, then opened the door and a strange voice commanded: Get out of the puppy! Lobster blinked in surprise. Bitter lump in his throat, caught his breath. Eyes with plenty of moist.
Lets wait! Shouted at him impatiently Orth. Omar got out of the car and rushed to his sister. Jeannette put her head to his brother. Blazing facing in the rays of the evening sun, the machine
dashed on showering poor children exhaust. Do not understand, they went toward the crew. Father gloomily silent, waiting for their return. Old Naa was shaking all body. Such her Omar has ever seen. Peaked in minutes, facial features. Under the eyes are indicated by black circles. She nervously puffed tube. Came home late. Father is not in this unharnessed Night Horse
Old Naa sick the next day. She hire eyes, and every day it got worse. The poor old lady has selected it. Lobster with pity and fear looked at it as an unfortunate, rotating bulging eyes, tried to say something, but and could not utter a word until his death. She died a week later. Strongly handed and Den. Naa buried at the village cemetery, and the house seemed deserted. But Dan did not give up. He worked hard, whole months spent in the pasture, and almost did not come home. Lobster helped him. Jeannette hosted in the house. Sometimes visited his brother and father. So. flowed days after day, month after month, invisible string of years passed, Jeannette married a neighboring shepherd. Omar was quite an adult guy. My father had aged considerably. He
never told the children that happened that day, a memorable day of the Auction.
Chapter 3
The capital Lakiya Narfi located on a peninsula, rocky horseshoe-shaped plateau, like growing into the waves of the Southern Ocean. Warm temperate climate, lush vegetation and blue waves
washing the narrow sandy beaches, the city created the glory of the tourist capital of the world. From all over the war-scorched planet gathered in Narfi generals and members of governments, and other dignitaries of the warring countries. Some fled from the terrible everyday war, others treat your tired nerves to the new charge passionate hatred rush into the hell of war. It calmed down for a while passions calmed deadly enemies, and not noticing the neighborhood of each other peacefully rested, treated, exchanged visits and not a word was said about the war.
Ordinary soldiers were not here. Emaciated, desperate, they were cold in the trenches, died of wounds, and the only salvation for these poor wretches was a hospital
In the royal palace guards were busy in the red front form. They rushed up and down the red carpet parade stairs, rattling sabers and spurs, others marched on the parade ground.
All this buzzing, gleaming and thundered, woven into the palace brass orchestra, which plays smoothly military marches. At the gates of escort vehicles lined up, surrounded by a guard of honor on antigravity motorcycle. In all felt the approach of the solemn event great national importance. Suddenly there was silence. In the silence abruptly rang the team, and before the main entrance of the palace were frozen in a clear build Guardsmen. The sounds of drums broke the silence, drowning out the noise leaves in the trees of the old park. With the sounds of the drum, accompanied by two guards, dressed in ceremonial green form of personal protection and raspberry berets, on the red carpet the grand staircase appeared Monarch. It was no longer a young tall man, lean and taut, kept the traces of manly beauty. Delicate features and intelligent brown eyes, strong-willed fold at the bridge of the nose and a high forehead open from afar merged into a single harmonious portrait, enlivening solemn stern expression. Measured pace, all three of them proceeded to the royal armored limousine black. Right bodyguard opened the door and stood still. The second first got into the back seat, for it squeezed into the cab king, followed opened the door guard, he also slammed it behind him. To the sound of military burst out march of the royal escort marched through the streets of Narfi towards the capitals airport. The streets were thronged with crowds of jubilant people. Idly dressed townspeople waving flags and bouquets of flowers, Welcoming your pet and revered by the people of the king.