The prompt wind beat in black sails, and could seem that terrible Simplitsissimus, zhivopisannyj white snakes on these sails,
coils in korchah impetuous anger. The battle ship power-plant has been switched off; the ship maneuvered against a wind by
means of sails. In narrow passage between gloomy rocks this employment was unsafe, but general legate Marsy Milissin did
not doubt skill of the captains.
It stood on a rostrum, there, where began bushprit, at a bronze figure of the furious cheetah made to a jump. Its vestments
made new black kalaziris with magnificent gold epaulettes, buttonholes with a face aggressive an avatar and two big stars,
everyone about twelve beams, embroidered on sleeves kalazirisa. Having substituted a courageous face to a wind, prince
Marsy a mighty hand embraced shoulders of the princess of Sofia. They were one on a deck this early morning. Sofia too
was in uniform, but not military, but civil: its weaved by gold dark blue kalaziris with three big stars designated a high civil rank
logofeta which was usually appropriated to the imperial minister and in military hierarchy corresponded to a rank of the
general prefect ordering the case. Marsy knew that too becomes the general prefect if will execute the mission assigned to it.
However, the ambition for this person was far not the main motive - desires of the loved Sofia and a holy duty of the soldier
of Empire were the main motives for it.
The huge ship has hardly considerably shuddered, having failed in an elastic wave. Sofia too has shuddered and has
spoken: - "we passed In fear great then close passage; Stsilla threatened on the one hand, and with another devoured
Greedy Haribda a salty moisture: when Waters were thrown up from its belly as in a copper, on fire heated, With whistle they
boiled, bubbling and being drilled; and foam the Whirlwind flied up on both tops of rocks; when Waves of the salty sea were
swallowed back by Haribda, the Interior all opened it: before a pharynx awfully Waves were knocked down, and in womb
bowels the opened Ooze and black sand boiled. We filled with horror pale, In trembling the eyes on threatening destruction
Toju at times from the ship of six companions differing by vigorous Force, at once shvatja them, Stsilla has stolen; the Look
on the ship and on seized suddenly having turned, I was in time Only their hands and a foot above over the golovoju For a
moment to notice: they in height a calling voice my Name have cried out with posledneju skorbiju hearts "...
- The sad verse casting melancholy, - has noticed Marsy. - the Homere has places better. Here, for example: - "Kind! Heart
to itself do not destroy unlimited grief.
Against destiny the person will not send me to Aidesu "...
- For the sake of the Creator, become silent! - Sofia has moaned. - you have mixed all! It from Hector's monologue before
fight with Ahillom... In what fight brave Hector has fallen. About, my courageous god, I do not wish to be your Andromahoj!
Well what for you were caused in this campaign?! - it is strange to me to hear your words, zvezdookaja the goddess.
Whether wash a debt to settle accounts with barbarous mongrels for all humiliations to which they have subjected you?! Jus
retorsionis naturale59, eventually! Sofia has chilly nestled to mighty to a torso of the beloved.