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Chapter II

For the Patron of Travelers, Men and Warriors, For Uastyrdzhi5…

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?!

Uastyrdzhi answered: I will help you. Only you yourself moved your hands a little! The walker will master the road. Even vodka does not flow under a lying stone. Glory to all Times, Uastyrdzhi! On behalf of Your Children

Highlander

PS

Salma Hayek!

The next obligatory chapter is yours.

With love

Highlander