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Na to opposite road, burdened by the small, tinkling box, captain revealed the unexpected obstacle. Obstacle did not give to it to pass and by form its greatly resembled devil in the flesh with all relying regalias, but

for some reason without the tail. Captain unsuccessfully attempted "to sensibly" analyze the created situation.
of Esli this is "white fever", then why features one and such enormous? The customary matter it would be tens of small tailed imps, who aim quietly pull out container, or connect the laces of boots. When imps

appeared, captain ceased to drink to the landing, having solidly designated for himself their arrival as the signal: "will be sufficient".
V of this situation devil was one, but large... But nevertheless one... God with it, with the size. Nine, will not thus far appear, to drink does not be worth ceasing.
Prinyav this complex solution, captain confidently moved forward, namerevayas' to pass devil right through as it privyk to make with his junior fellows. However, this in it did not come out. After undertaking several

unsuccessful attempts, captain began to consider further. But it did not be desirable to think, but it was desirable to drink. Loudly cursing chertey of mutants, captain attempted to go around so annoying an

interference, but devil again proved to be in it on the way. The solution of problem required analytical approach, i.e., it was necessary to drink. Aloud reflecting about how to it it transported, that obstinate of features

was encountered to it already on the opposite road, captain was taken to uncork bottle with the scabby whisky.
Kogda the first swallow reached stomach, captain solved, what impolite to drink one in the presence, assume that obstinate, but nevertheless boon companion, it lengthened bottle to devil. However, features by

polite gesture it refused and reached from the pocket ampule with the power engineer. Captain to ponimayushche nodded and was applied to the bottle.
Proshlo of halfhour. The merry soldier songs, usable by duet, reached from the commander room. Monks, on the instruction of Gauguin, carried out I be empty the container, which disrupted the accordion of the

surrounding space. Ancient for some reason began to suddenly very trembling relate to the cleanliness, when in it appeared servants, which this cleanliness could support. But if it was necessary to be removed very,

Gauguin recalled, that he unpretentious soldier can live in to cattle shed. Usually, any dwelling, where ancient stayed by the pair of days, it was converted into the neglected pigsty.
Kapitan after each song attentively inspected room to the object of the appearance of chertey, without being lazy even to glance under the armchair of pilot. Draw thus far they did not appear, which served as

occasion for the following toast. Pili for the compression of hyperspace, agonizing death of customs officers and reduction in the prices on the fuel. Monks bright organized to captain hors d oeuvre, and now

wineglasses alternated by the juicy crunch of freshsalted cucumber.

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A I here loafed whole week (on the local time), elegant caftan ripped, the dark of mammals, birds and fishes intimidated, zastressoval. Yes only they did not climb instead of me into the fire and the water, but they

very frankly spat to my lacrimal requests and terrible commands at the most critical moment. Needle sliznulo in the sea, and pike only scoffing waved by tail. Probably, this entire fauna surmised, that 4 - paper

dragon. And in fact, neither of the bow to sit down nor sword to peel it is trained (also indeed omission from the side of management).
Vernulsya 4 to its hut is dirty and is evil. But there some type of medieval form already sits on the stump, it cooks porridge. I keep silent - who knows it, can, sent - and it says words privetnye: Guten Morgen, Herr

Unteroffizier. I know 4 your misfortune- sorrows, the fool Of ivanushka. you do Want- not want, but help 4 to you . It waved to the pot, burst- de, and it whisked into the bushes. Returned in the hour - 4 it it hardly

learned - monstrofitsirovannyy, that was fanned, in the thick fur, sinewy as three gorillas. Sits down itself for the stump and, rank by rank, it writes me the report of the following content:

Ekaterin's directors

He nodded and we continued with our normal work in the accord we had felt for so many years. I would miss him badly for his own sake, I thought, and even more because I would no longer have, through him, constant news of and contact with Judith. The days seemed to gallop towards his birthday and my spirits grew heavy as his lightened.
Oliver's problems were no longer the day-to-day communi¬ques at lunch. The dissenting director had conceded that even blue-chip certainties weren't always proof against well-planned malice and no longer grumbled about my part in things, particu¬larly since the day that Henry in his mild-steel voice made observations about defending the bank's money beyond the call of duty.
And beyond the call of common sense, Val murmured in my ear. Thank goodness.
Oliver's plight had been extensively aired by Alee in What's Going On Where It Shouldn't, thanks to comprehensive leaks from one of ; to wit, me.
Some of the regular newspapers had danced round the sub¬ject, since with Shane still awaiting trial the business of poison¬ing mares was subjudice. Alec's paper, with its usual disrespect for secrecy, had managed to let everyone in the bloodstock industry know that Sandcastle himself was a rock-solid invest¬ment, and that any foals already born perfect would not be carrying any damaging genes.
As for the mares covered this year, the paper continued, there is a lottery as to whether they will produce deformed foals. Breeders are advised to let their mares go to term, because there is a roughly fifty percent chance that the foal will be perfect. Breeders of mares who produce deformed or imperfect foals will, we understand, have their stallion fees refunded and ex¬penses reimbursed.

Fine.

The bloodstock industry is drawing up its own special guide¬lines to deal with this exceptional case.
Meanwhile, fear not. Sandcastle is potent, fertile and fully reinstated. Apply without delay for a place in next year's pro¬gram.
Alee himself telephoned me in the office two days after the column appeared.
How do you like it? he said.
Absolutely great.
The editor says the newsagents in Newmarket have been ringing up like mad for extra copies.
Hm, I said. I think perhaps I'll get a list of all breeders and bloodstock agents and personally—I mean anonymously—send each of them a copy of your column, if your editor would agree.
Do it without asking him, Alee said. He would probably prefer it. We won't sue you for infringement of copyright, I'll promise you.
Thanks a lot, I said. You've been really great.
Wait till you get an eyeful of the next issue. I'm working on it now. Do-It-YourselfMiracles, that's the heading. How does it grab you?

The dead can't sue, he said cheerfully. I just hope I spell the drugs right.
I sent you the list, I protested.
The typesetters, he said, can scramble eggs, let alone sulfanilamide.
See you someday, I said, smiling.
Yeah. Pie and beer. We'll fix it.