The Black Book of Souls. Danny Osipenko
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crazy? – the Pin was surprised, sipping wine. – She is fed, give to drink to her and meshto where to poshpat, given. Work only, you do not lenit also to a business vsha. You at our poor creature were: without hearth or home works. Golodukh yes bustle from a strasha.
I noticed that it is better on freedom to starve, than to eat too much in slavery.
– Well-well, – clapped the Pin me it can do and suddenly waved a hand. – Hey, shyuda! – He shouted and explained to me: – Here and drushya mine came.
To ours at a table two soundly dressed men approached, greeted the Pin and by his invitation mudflows. The slave brought to Tutzhe two more mugs.
– Let’s drink drushya, – my benefactor exclaimed, spilling wine.
Drank.
I took a good sip too, but continued to lean on the fried fish, saucing her. It seemed, I am more tasty than nothing in life did not eat and to stop pleasure of saturation there were no forces.
Suddenly in a conversation of my messmates slipped the word «chasteners», and I pricked up ears.
– Similar to their work. All are dead: protection, members of household, servants. And fifteen best mercenaries in guards were. Both locks reliable and magic protection. And nothing helped, – the bearded story-teller lamented. – Here it as leaves: though you are a merchant notable though the servant of the possessor, and will order you to chasteners and remember as called.
– It is good to see the customer forked up if the vladetelevy servant were not afraid to ruin, – shook-headed his lean satellite.
– So to chasteners to a vsha it is uniform, – the Pin hemmed, – though the possessor will be sewn by eshl ponadobitshya.
– Quietly you! – hushed on it bearded, having turned the head on the parties. – Do not bring gods of the servant of the possessor will hear.
– So I only shred shvoy, – waved away the Pin.
I finished a meal meanwhile and, drinking wine, fought against yawning. Having not felt hungry any more and, probably, and would not get already. The stomach was incredibly inflated, and I absolutely got drunk with satiety and hardly battled against a somnolence.
My state did not remain unnoticed, and the Pin with a smile addressed me:
– Well nayelshya?
I nodded, feeling that the person grows stout in a grateful smile.
– Here and well, – my benefactor was delighted and shouted: – The owner rashcht!
The fat man approached and reported that from us exactly two silver.
– Vshe of a shlyshala? – the Pin took an interest, and having received confirmation, addressed me: – Well, Lansh, you wave to pay for my ugoshcheniye copper, gold or silver?
I shook the head and smiled.
– No, of course, you know – I have no money. But I will work. I will work everything.
The pin grinned enough, slapped in a palm and indicated me.
– This shelovek, spoiled my imushcheshtv on two sherebryany and otkazyvayetshya to pay. Under our laws I declare that from now on he my slave yet not rashplatitshya of highway it is full!
– Hey, – I was indignant trying to rise, – I did not spoil any property!
But acquaintances of the Pin seized me by hands without allowing to get up, and the bastard, shortly hokhotnut and explained:
– Food to Tosha Imushcheshvo under our laws. And vshyaky chushaka do not need to shnat it!
I tried to escape again, but I was strictly beaten, and then chained in shackles and put on a slave collar. At the same time the head to me was held by the slave whom I regretted recently.
CHAPTER 03.
I was dragged out on the backyard of a tavern and thrown the person in yellow dust. Over the head squeaked a hated voice:
– Kultyapka, accept the newcomer. Din into him that yes as, but especially do not cripple. Yes define for easy work so far.
I spitted out blood and tried to rise, but the rigid kick threw me on zem.
– Well, friends, we will wash this business? – joyfully offered the Pin.
He with enthusiasm was supported, and steps of bastards were removed.
I have a fit of coughing, raised the head, spitted out, took breath and tried to get up. At once the faintness rolled, the nape cracked from pain. I involuntarily moaned and leaned a forehead against the clenched fists.
– What sprawled? Get up! – the snuffling voice directly over me was distributed.
I lifted up eyes and saw in a half step before myself two barefoot dirty feet with the broken-off nails.
It is strange that the stranger managed to approach me imperceptibly, I do not suffer from weak hearing. Perhaps pain dulled ability to perceive signals of sense organs. But it can be found out later, and now my body suffered and wished only rest and rest.
I loudly moaned, showing as to me it is bad, and hung the head.
At the very same time the back was burned by such pain that I shouted, being curved back, and from eyes tears scattered. Recent sufferings were instantly forgotten, and I, having leaned back back, stared at the new torturer.
Over me the thick-lipped earless slave with a short leather whip in the right hand towered. The well-muscled body was covered by numerous scars, the left hand was absent.
I did not manage to consider properly the stranger as that threatened a whip again. I contracted and closed the head hands, but instead of blow the derisive voice was distributed:
– Well, you will get up or to put once again?
In soul the anger began to arise. Nobody has the right to mock so at the person for a debt in pathetic two coins! Sense of justice demanded to rush on the bastard and to allow it to try own whip, but the sober mind advised to obey. Unless I will be able, hackneyed, with the held-down hands and legs, to overcome armed even if also one-armed, the big guy?
Even my modest experience in fighting arts said that there are no such chances, and I am waited by ruthless beating by the angered opponent. Why the term of my stay in slavery will only increase for several days of sufferings wounds will heal so far.
No, aggression in this case not an exit, but what then remains?
To obey force – means to lose self-esteem, to lose the I, to lose a part of soul. Whether I will be able to become after that former again, having found freedom?
Difficult question, but most likely not. Broken never becomes whole any more. So to do?
Exit was prompted by spiritual disciplines which in addition to martial arts I studied at the University. The equipment used for overcoming pain and also usual laziness could help and here. It is a pity, I was not a diligent pupil at the talented teachers, but now only their lessons could help out me.
I should have shared consciousness, to put on a mask corresponding to a situation, to be discharged and watch myself as if from outside. At the same time the body turns into the puppet which is operated by the reason which was any more not involved in a situation so absolutely free.
Unfortunately, I had no actor’s skills for a similar game, but unless there was other exit?
Alas, no. Besides use of the technology of bifurcation could become an excellent rule in spiritual disciplines.
Having made the decision, I represented expression of humility on a face, took a mental step back and already as if from outside observed how my