Dunkin Mach Cloud - The Fire Bible. The Highlander or the notes of a Madman

– Everything Must Go On – Men Convince Themselves.

Vaughn – Immortals! Sad Lesson of the Past. Armed Them with Knowledge and Skills from the very beginning. As a result, they are Sissies and Egoists, and even petty tyrants. Not all, of course. Women, after all, are Clever and Beautiful Girls with Them. True, not without Bitches. But, as they say, a fly in the ointment must be present in the barrel of honey. And then, you see, Everyone will turn into a Bitch.

“It will be necessary not to forget to Make Men-Bitch Ones on Earth, otherwise they will all be turned into men! – scratches (and what to scratch) Noos, “To me – Eagles-Vultures!” – Chaos laughs it off.

Something, but Beauty’s Cunning is not to occupy. It was She who instilled in Men that there should be a Soul in Every Creature. There are Three of them, Particle.

– Here Make Soul Immortal – for Health! And do not try to have a Computer around your neck, that is – the Brain, turn it on all at once! Humanity must come to Knowledge on its own Experience and Errors! Yes Yes! Exactly so: “Through the Thorns – to the Stars!” Knowledge is given by Sweat and Blood. Only then can they be judged by their Merit.

And The Computer They – People, gradually turn on without you. And they will have no use for your Matrix. You just need to speed up this Tyagomotin. When else will this Man, who crawled out of the Cave, change his Stone Ax for a Rapier?! (even more so – Laser or Blaster). It will be necessary to persuade the Immortals (or – Celestials, as People like to say) To meet with earthly Men and Women more often – Beauty laughs. The breed needs to be improved. Yes, and it will go faster. And there, you see. And She will like one of the earthly Men! But Noos with Chaos does not need to Know This. Jealous, watchdogs! Will turn My sweetheart into Primordial Dust. WELL, we’ll see that! Dudki! Hurry up already! Nice! I can’t stand it!

“… Another Star fell from Heaven. There were two of us …”

Sad Voice pouring from the speakers. Pensive Highlander. It is melancholy in my soul. Again One. And they say “… There are no Prophets in their native Fatherland …” They overslept Him! “… He did not return from the Battle yesterday …” The Highlander shook his head. What-now, then sprinkle ashes on my head? … Before you had to take off your eyes! And now – “… Both for myself and for That Guy! He chose His Lot (or chose for you?!).

Horseradish radish is not sweeter. Everything! It’s time to go to Moscow! Disperse Tosca! Best Medicine – Girls! Well yes! For myself! And for That Guy! Hold on! Perfect Half! AHTUNG! PANZER!

The Bronze Age began to tread on Stone’s heels.

Afterword by the author

Women, Lovely! I really don’t know which one of you I dedicated this first chapter to. You are all Worthy of her. Consider, Each of you, that this is your Head. For Me, This is the First, Free, Equal, Beloved – Lilith.

This Chapter is the First. We, the Ossetians, have the first toast – to the Almighty! Supreme, because It is the Universal name for All Three. They are called differently: And Christianity. And Islam, and Buddhism, Other Faiths And all – Right. Why break Spears. Any Faith is True! Because it Preaches the Eternal Truths: Virtue, Faith, Faithfulness, Forbearance (in Moderation!), Humanity, Compassion and … The most important thing – Love … How can you argue with this?! Man is Free in Choice of Faith! And so … “Man – It Sounds Proud!” We are Their Creations! We are Their Children! We are All One Blood! Each of us contains Their Particle – Soul. Immortal Soul!! Everything Else is from the Evil One! (from Shaitan!..)

Chapter II

For the Patron of Travelers, Men and Warriors, For Uastyrdzhi 5 5 Uastyrdzhi is the most revered Saint among the Ossetians, Patron of Men, Warriors and Travelers. …

Mighty, gray-haired, aged Man sits thoughtfully by the fire. In the glare of the fire, his eyes shine with unearthly sadness. The faithful winged horse (he already understands the Master) quietly nibbles near the withered grass.

Only the measured roar of the Terek, and the croaking of the Ravens, breaks the silence of the night.

This is their night. Mountains of Dog carcasses at the entrance to the gorge. On the contrary, there are His sons – the Warriors. His pride. They did not allow the Dogs to disgrace His gray hair.

How did He look that Dogs have Weapons?! Am I getting old? His Men did it themselves. Only how many of them were killed! If He were near, would he have allowed such a massacre! This Advice was given to Him! It was at the very moment when His Warriors were bleeding!

Proud and … stupid. Couldn’t they have filed an SOS? Will manage by themselves?! We did it. It was not for nothing that I taught them. But why at such a price?!

Leopard, limping, rises up to the snow. Wounds will heal faster there.

The eagle flies ahead in wide circles. Indicates the shortest road. He is the Guide. He is a friend. They are of the same blood with him. They are brothers.

Batu ordered to put a minaret at the entrance to the gorge. Tatartup Minaret.

And engrave the inscription on it: “Faithful! There is no further move! There is your Death!”

Uastyrdzhi, straightening his cloak, easily took off on his horse. Hold on, Mughals! Call themselves the Great?! Impostors! I’ll arrange for Kuz’kina’s Mother! Together with St. George, we will grind you into powder! Let’s not see that Immortals!

The horse went up sharply. Apparently the Boss was seriously angry.

The Voice is torn in joy and tenderness: “… Oh, what a distant, unfriendly Climber you are, my Climber! Each time pulling me out of the crack, You scolded me, My rock climber! …”*

The Highlander smiles. He also knew climbers. And tourists too. Their best occupation is to insure. There is one hassle with these policyholders. What to insure, what to insure does not sound very good. Y-yes.

What am I talking about? Oh yes. Climbers. I recently read about one of them. Sandra’s name, however. And he climbs the mountains, and dances, and eats pizza with onions (and he wraps up onions with everything except sweet. The more, the better. And more pepper. He makes him sick of unleavened food). However, you need to get to know each other.

“… I’ll get in and say: enough, dear! Then he fell down, but managed to say: Oh, what you are not close, not affectionate! My mountaineer, my rock-lo-climber!..”*

The highlander, smiling with all his mouth, turns the steering wheel. Only the wind whistles. What Russian (and in his heart he is a Russian) does not like fast driving! It seems that she is also a Likhachka. Let’s sing! “… And you went to the top. And you were eager to fight! " * Beat – beat like that! Chest on chest! Who will sweat earlier (probably he is. Old, however. Wait and see.).

Until then, Sandra! We are all Travelers on the most important Road – Life.

Uastyrdzhi – Our General Patron (Minister of Ways of Communication). He does not divide Travelers by Faith, skin color, nationality. On the way, we are all His Children. But He hates Cowardice, Meanness, Slander, Envy, Laziness … These are His blood enemies. According to one of the parables, the drowning traveler prayed: Save, Uastyrdzhi! Was it not in your honor that I slaughtered sacrificial rams and raised toasts to your glory?!