Sweet trap. State anti-drug tale

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In a distant fairyland, among the boundless black marshes, there are three hills, covered from top to bottom with white birches. On these three hills lies the White City, and cheerful and kind people live in it. They work, extracting honey, weaving canvases and brewing iron. And the wise princess Olga rules the city.

The inhabitants of the White City love their ruler for her statesmanship, kindness, cheerful disposition, and they also love Olga’s daughter Polina, and they call her our princess. It used to be that Polina was sitting at the window of the palace, sorting through berries for jam, reading or embroidering a napkin, and good people were walking past the windows, saying hello. Hello Polenka. Hello, our worker and beauty. Hello, our worker and beauty. And Polina answers them: «Good morning to you, happy day.» People go on about their business and talk about the princess among themselves. And her voice is silver. And a heart of gold.

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Ohlomyst, trusting no one, he himself was shifting sweets from the kitchen table into a beautiful box, and then Kiken and Biken entered the kitchen. Their eyes lit up with greed, their hands reached for the sweets themselves. Oh what colorful ones! And fragrant, what! Give daddy! Give now! Okhlomyst stamped his feet and yelled at his brothers. Hush! Do not dare! Not prepared for you. Both hands off! These are special sweets for fools. For fools? For fools Treat a boy or girl once, then another, and the third time they will come to you. They will wallow at their feet for the sake of sweet peas. Everything in the world will be done for you, just to try these sweets again.

Are they really that delicious? Okhlomyst poured the last candies into the box and washed his hands thoroughly. – And delicious, and with a secret. Tricky candies. With their help we will conquer the White City. Kikenya, as always, believed his father from the first word: «Oh, we will conquer the White City, oh, we will torment them!» And Bikenya doubted. I won’t take anything for granted. How can a whole city be conquered not by military force, but by tiny sweets? Okhlomyst came out of the huge dark kitchen, went along the narrow corridors of the tower, rattling with iron boots, and the brothers minced after him, listening to every word, and pushed each other with their elbows in order to be closer to their father.

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