What if your partner on studying is full of ramping, and you are the best student in the course? Naturally, try to prove a personal example that knowledge is power! True, I'll have trouble, we constantly fall into some kind of trouble. Eh, and it fell "Happiness" to me on the head!
From the series:Tread
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Led Book Foreign Fragment Manual for a lazy student (E. M. Malinovskaya, 2018) Granted by our book partner - LITRES.
Part two
House with the ghosts
The balance of the school week has passed more than calmly. Apparently, Vier Olson tried that no one would know about the incident in the Museum of Witchcraft art. And with Darchet, for quite understandable reasons, also preferred to pose about their so-called exploits. Therefore, our heroic battle with Vasilsky passed unnoticed for the rest of the students.
And finally Friday came. In the morning we had a lecture on the ways to determine deadly curses, after lunch, a seminar on extinct species.
I diligently outlined the words of teachers, but thoughts were very far from the hectic spacious audiences of the Academy.
Since our meeting in the office of the Dean and the subsequent persuasion about the joint holiday of the weekend, I never spoke to me. More precisely, he did not pay attention to me, being surrounded by the eternal crowd of his enthusiastic vens.
Not to say that it offended me ... But still it was a little unpleasant. He could at least inquire about my health. Yes, wounds from Claws Vasilisk already healed, and in the student climbing with me, bandages were removed. But the traces still brightly bodied on the skin, so I preferred to wear dresses with long sleeves, despite the warm and sunny weather of the mid-October. And I did not risen the first to go to Dosku. Still thinks as if I am imposing.
Just in case, I still collected a bag. The benefit of things I had quite a little. Change of linen, spare dress, warm shawl in case of a cool evening. But I didn't get on new shoes, so I still walked in old boots, which risked at any time to fall apart right on my legs. I wonder what the parents of Darken say, seeing such a disgrace? However, the Darchek himself should worry about it. Personally, I am not going to climb out of the skins, just to get new shoes.
On Friday, the situation has not changed. Darchec diligently held away from me, and I felt relief. Probably changed his mind. And most likely - decided to make a visit to the parents of someone more suitable. Well, let. It and for the better. My neighbor on the room in the hostel usually spent the weekend in the circle of family and relatives. But the prospect of staying alone did not frighten me, on the contrary, pleased. I will be pulled off, in a blessed silence, I prepare for the Mondayful Colloquium on the expulsion of obsessive spirits from residential premises. In a word, at least I will give a little in order nerves, pretty battered battle with Vasilsky.
But my aspirations were not destined to come true. Immediately after dinner, before the last pair, Darchek approached me.
- Are you ready? - he asked dryly, hugging a unclear blonde with too plump and too aluminum lips.
- Ready for what, cute? She stupidly shook her, finding out that the question was addressed to her.
"And you are sorry, Maribel," ordered Darchek, barely marking himself. - Not talking to you.
Maribel ... I wonder, is it her real name? And her lips ... it's just a horror of some kind! How did she achieve this? Is it really a magic in good war so worried yourself?
However, this is not my business. What can I understand in female beauty? The main thing is that Dosku is, apparently, like it. Otherwise, it would not press her to her with such a master view.
The blonde rejoiced the irritated look at me, obviously dissatisfied with the fact that Darchez asked her. But I did not say anything, just fluttering to him.
"I'm ready," I replied, wisely without going into details.
- Well, after classes I am waiting for you near the hostel. - Dark nodded. - Father will send a carriage.
- Something I did not understand, dear, - a capricious tone stretched Maribel. - Are you this chunks on a date, what are you inviting?
I almost grew from the perturbation. What? Am I - Chudars? And then who is she? Miracle Yudo with dumplings instead of lips!
But I had enough mind to keep silent. Somehow it is lower than my dignity - to participate in female disassembly.
Dose, with sincere curiosity watched my reaction, should be expecting that I could not stand and express all that I think about her appearance. Then, with undisguised disappointment, he sighed when I, with a demonstrative indifference, buried in a summary, staring at the notional gaze to the teacher recorded earlier under the dictation. Yeah, understood, it became that I did not intend to teach him a vulgarity of a noisy quarrel.
- Well, what are you silent? - The satellite of Maribel, when the pause was too dragging. - Cute, I actually asked a question!
"This is absolutely not your business, where, who and I invite I invite," Darchek him coldly.
At the same time, his hand was playfully slid slightly below the waist of the companion and gently stroked her just below the lower back.
H-yes, the original Cleaning methods of this Darken. I would move in place by Maribel in place by a heavy head. You are, the Lord of Women's Hearts found.
But the girl stupidly shuffled, as if he did not hear said so offensive tone. Longly knocked it on his fingers.
"Well, not here, Shalun," she stretched Tomno.
Praise heaven, at that moment the teacher entered the audience, thereby having saved me from the need to observe the continuation of the love scene.
Darchec and his companion moved away from me, and I sighed with undisguised relief. And then even threw out of the head, enthusiastically led by a rapid discussion at the seminar.
As it turned out - in vain.
After graduating from the pair, I was a little delayed by collecting my records. The rest of the fellow students had already poured out of the stuffy audience, rejoicing the onset of the weekend.
Finally I sent the last notebook in the bag. I straightened and shuddered from surprise, because I stood maribel about me.
I did not hear how she came up. But even it was not surprised me. Next to her was not Darken. And in the appearance of the girl something unprecedented has changed. No, she was still a bullshit blonde with blue eyes and unnaturally chubby lips. It just looked now not as a rustic and naplex maiden. The glance became harder, and hard, almost imperceptible wrinkles manifested around the mouth.
Before his eyes, everything darkened from a sharp offense. I did not think that someone in the academy is aware of my orphan past. More precisely, for quite understandable reasons, I did not apply to my being, however, no one was particularly interested.
- decided to pick up a boyfriend's guy? - continued generously to paint the insults of Maribel. - So, Darek not according to your teeth. Dirty irremused bench and rejuce!
But she said it in vain. Well, suppose certain problems with money I really have. But I never asked anyone loan. And why am I dirty, I would like to know? To questions of personal hygiene, I treat more than seriously!
Right resentment was so strong that for some moment I lost power over my emotions. Yes, I understood that I did not need to react to Maribel's lunge. As they say, it is no one for the dragon to respond to Lai outdoor savings. Of course, I'm not a dragon, but the meaning of the saying, I think, is understandable. But somehow my life was remembered in a orphan shelter. What to hide the obvious, there I often had to join the children's fights. Yes, I tried to hold onto all the disassembly, and the teachers were severely followed. But they did not always find themselves next to when she came in the next dispute for any tasty or right to play a new toy.
Suddenly, I found that my palm with a very ringing sound came across the cheek of Maribel. Pleuchuha came out. Already flew away from me a few steps away. He crushed the chair, stumbled and collapsed on his knees, shook her head.
I looked at my hand in surprise. Oh, I did it? Strocious!
Maribel, not trying to get up, buried in full voice. And I, picked up my bag, rushed to run. Oh, if Vier Olson finds out that I beat one of the students, then my song is exactly SPET! Surely, he still sharpens to the tooth for the incident at the Museum of Witchcraft Art.
I safely overcame all the labyrinths of the faculty. I broke out on bright sunlight and sighed with relief. It seems to be carried!
- Something you are not in a hurry.
I almost stumbled in a flat place. Wrapped and dispersed smiling Darken, which leaned on the railing of the porch.
"Actually, we agreed to meet near the hostel," I automatically snapped.
I wonder how he reacts on the news that I gave the slap to his girlfriend? Oh, I'm afraid, hardly good. But, on the other hand, they provoked me. Although this will serve as a sufficient excuse for what happened?
"I just decided to wait for you here," he calmly explained Darchek and immediately strained.
For my back, unusual noise was heard. As if someone in rage fell on the porch and slapped the door.
I reluctantly turned around, already understanding that I would see behind my back.
There was Maribel there. Her lower lip was burning with heat. Apparently, I hit her well. Blue eyes seemed completely black due to extended exorbitant pupils.
For her back a couple of wakes was visible. People designed to provide order at the faculty. Although I really doubted that they were able to independently tie the shoelaces.
- Here she is! - Vgigally proclaimed Maribel. - Here is this rubbish who tried to kill me!
Kill?! In my opinion, it says too loudly. Yes, I will not hide, I did not feed any good feelings to Maribel. But the murder? In my opinion, it is too much.
"She athlooked at my life," Mariebel continued to yell. - I just miraculously avoided the death!
I all got cold inside. What to hide the obvious, I followed the stick somewhat. Any magical examination will show that I really hit Maribel. Excessive proof of what is not worth going to emotions.
I was preparing to pronounce full emotion excitement. But Darchek surprised me. He suddenly attracted me to himself so powerful gesture that I somehow did not dare to protest.
- What's the matter? - he asked.
No, his tone was quite common. He did not shout and did not indignant. But for some reason, myriads of nasty goosebumps covered my skin.
Apparently, the wrappers accompanying Maribel experienced similar feelings. At the very least, they somehow changed in the face and advanced to step back.
Alas, Maribel did not feel anything strange in Darken's voice. On the contrary, stepped forward with the obvious intention to glue me with shame.
- This beggar dismissed me! - she proclaimed a sighty crying voice. - Look!
And turned to Dareku cheek, on which my feast came.
As I tried, but I did not see anything terrifying in the appearance of Maribel. Think, cheek slightly swell. Maybe her particularly poisonous Komar bit.
But inside everything went away from the waiting for Darken's answer. We are not friends with him. Moreover, he is certainly angry at me because of recent events in the Museum of Witchcraft art. Then he just did not die. If now he admits that I just jumped out of the building, then my song is definitely SPETA. I will not forgive me the second major oversight, and I will drive me out of the Academy with a crackle.
"In my opinion, today you have moved a little with the blush," he said with eagerness. - And makeup smeared.
- What?! - Ponom stubbled by Maribel. - Yes, I ... yes, this chowder hit me! From an empty place for me thrown out! I say exactly, she wanted to kill me!
And it looked indulged on the watchts, apparently counting on the fact that they will now pounce on me and will be teddy.
One of the men, a conquest good-natured healthy, named Finch, confusedly crossed her legs on his leg, obviously not imaging what to do next. Then stepped forward, but immediately stopped when I looked at him.
- When did the attack occur? - he was curious, looking at his girlfriend again.
- Yes, just that! - Maribel was angry with a shoe. - And I do not understand why you stand and hug with this marasy, instead of helping me!
Only now I remembered that Darken's hand still lies on my waist. I tried to remove it, but he easily overcame my resistance, causing to stay in place.
This tiny scene passed by the attention of the wakes. But Maribel noticed her, and her pupils were dangerous.
"In my opinion, you are carrying some nonsense," the Darchec minted with an ice tone. - Bianca could not attack you for one simple reason: we are already half an hour together.
- Half an hour? - Finch asked with undisguised relief. I was overwhelmed with my friend and was happy tolerated.
Apparently, they really did not want to climb into this conflict. And now they received convincing proof of my innocence.
Maribel clearly did not expect so frank lies from his buddy. She dug her mouth from the perturbation and looked at Darken with this surprise, as if he had grown on his forehead.
Maribel Zabulkala from anger. From excitement, her face went ugly red spots.
But Finch did not wait to wait when the girl would come to himself. He was already away accompanied by his faithful silent buddy.
"You! .." Maribel's heated, observing the glooming unqualced gaze into a serenely smiling Darken. - Liar! Round! Mercy!
Mocked, trying to come up with a word about it.
"You are absolutely right, I am a very bad man," calmly completed the flow of insults of Darchek. - And on this, with your permission or without it, but completed such a low-containing conversation.
For some moment I came to me that Maribel would not stand and raises Darken with fists. It hurts unequivocally she squeezed them. Darex also felt danger. No, he did not change the pose, but his hand, still lying on my waist, dangerously sick, and the eyes seemed to be flooded from the inside.
But after a couple of seconds, Maribel came his senses. A chin threw up with a challenge and gave me a difficult look.
"If you think that we have finished, Bianca Verd, they are very mistaken," she threw. Cool turned on heels and rushed back to the building of the faculty.
Dosek waited when a heavy door walides behind it. And only after that released me from his arms. With a frank mockery looked at me and the eyebrow wait awesome.
- Well-s? He purred inquiringly. - And what does all this mean? Did you really try to kill my girlfriend?
"If Maribel is your girlfriend, then your relationship is very strange," I blocked, for quite understandable reasons, not wanting to answer his question.
I gried amazedly. Somehow it sounded strange. Such a feeling seems to be able to get rid of the annoying attention of Maribel, but for some reason this relationship cannot interrupt.
- Well, after all, what happened between you? - repeated the question of Darchek. - The cheek in Maribel is not tone. Look, you catch her good enough. But for what?
Yes, it comes out, he really does not particularly complain to Maribel. Strange. Why is it going with her?
"She talked to me a bunch of nasty," I admitted frowned. - So I fed a little ...
- Oh yeah, you can. - Dark snorted from restrained with difficulty laughter. - I remember you almost dug. Hand you have, not say, hard.
I silently watched myself under my feet, feeling my cheek pours treacherous heat. Perhaps I have time to drink a course of any sedative drops. Somehow I have recently react too sharply to people.
- And what exactly did Maribel like it? - continued to ask Darchek. - Is she pounced on you from scratch?
"Actually, you are to blame," I snapped. - There was nothing to say with her about what I was invited to the weekend to your parents. So she came across.
- Wonderful! - Dark Azh lied from complacency.
I'm not good squinting. Oh, my spleen feels, I somewhat underestimate the mental abilities of Darken, whom all this time considered a useless ballast in studies. Rent, he carefully planted all this scene. It was easy to predict the reaction of Maribel on the news that her young man is going to spend several days in the company with a completely different girl. Darchek knew perfectly well that the girlfriend was hurry to deal with such a suddenly declared rival.
"Isn't you waiting for me here, not about a hostel?" - I asked poisonous. - I realized that your beloved gaznobushka would go to find out with me a relationship.
"Well ... perhaps," Darchec did not take place, continuing to be sunbathing.
Palm, which I recently lasted Maribel's brace, was told again. But this time I did not allow emotions to win. Instead, breathed and mentally counted up to ten.
"Now you owe me," I said whistling whisper, when I felt that I could talk again, not risking to break on a cry.
- Why? - sincerely surprised Darchec. - On the contrary, Bianca, I again pulled you out of trouble. If it were not for my evidence that I was with you all this time, then you would not avoid a new visit to the office of Dean.
Itching in his right hand became unbearable. No, Darchek still deserves a good bending. But an incredible effort of will, I kept restrained this time, herself hassuing his excerpt.
Oh, something I regret that I got involved in all this. Intuition suggests, Darek will give me some more surprises.
Well, let's hope, the weekend will be held without special adventures. In the end, what could be bad in ordinary family gatherings?
But, by my arguments, my heart, at that moment, crushed a bad premonition.
Behind the windows of the carriage slightly floated the streets of a penny. I sullenly leaned back on the back of the seat, without looking at Darken, located opposite.
Neither he nor I rubbed a word from the moment of the beginning of our trip. A viscous gloomy silence splashed between us, but no one was in a hurry to interrupt the dragging pause.
Contrary to my bad expectations, the accurate revenge Maribel did not wait for me in the hostel room. Therefore, I safely picked up a pre-cooked bag and was as follows.
The carriage has already waited for me around the porch. I mentally sustained, appreciating her appearance. Yes, it is clear that Darken's parents do not dare. In such a luxurious wagon and a person, the royal blood will not be ashamed to go through.
A flock of female students who chatted about his little alone, fell, when Darchec jumped out of the carriage. The nearest blonde coqueturgly shooted to me with eyes and shook his head, allowing hair a fluffy wave to stirred on the shoulders. Another girl deliberately laughed loudly, literally devouring the first hand of a greedy coupon.
Darchek, however, did not pay them the slightest attention. Easily ran into my steps and insistently pulled the handle handles.
- What are you? - I was surprised, in turn, having rushing her over.
Has he squeezed, or what? Is it really robbing in the eyes of the people? Yes, well, some kind of nonsense. My rags surrendered to him.
- Give it to me! - ordered Darchek and again tried to take away my bag.
- Yes, from what time ago? - I was outraged, stubbornly resisting his attempts to take away my property. - It's mine!
Handles of an old bag at this moment, without preparing so unceremonious circulation, dangerously shuffled.
- I want you to help you! - He stuck through the teeth of Darchek, making a new attempt to select a bag.
So simple thought for some reason did not come to my mind. Probably because, before, none of the guys tried to give me any signs of attention.
The bag again shook. Fucking that she is about to spread on the seams, heaving the world the modest content in the form of change of linen and a spare dress, I released it from the hands.
As I called, it was this moment that Dark chose her for another jerk. Therefore, there was nothing surprising in that, without meeting the expected resistance, he lost his balance and sat down directly on the bridge, she crawled to his chest with such a difficult mining.
Students who have observed this scene with undisguised curiosity, lossed together with laughter. Why there, even I involuntarily smiled. Painfully funny out the fall of Darken.
Naturally, he did not like it. How so, the first handsome on the course got into such an awkward situation in the eyes of strangers!
I expected to break out a swear in my address. But he rose silently, still pressing the silent bag to his breast, a little laughing, walked over to the carriage and opened the door.
- Sit down! "He ordered a malicious whisper, before kinuing a gloomy look at the girls who continued to have fun.
Students as a teammate Smallkley. Stared at me.
I displeasured my shoulders. N-yes, Dares once again dismissed. Now everyone will know that we allegedly meet. We did not negotiate this. I expected that my visit to the house of Darken's parents will be held non-observed public. Now do not avoid the reassigns and woven.
But I did not begin to start the popular disassembly. Okay, alone I will express Dosku everything that I think about him.
And now we sat against each other and were frowning. Darchek, probably, was worried that he became a stitching in the presence of outsiders, and I thought about the troubles that I was waiting for me in the future. I give to the tooth, Maribel will not calm down until I dismiss me for the resulting brace.
Eh, and I managed to get me so much! The last course, only a few months before receiving a diploma and subsequent free life! But everything went to the Kuvarka because of this Darken, imposed on me by Vier Olshon!
"Could and apologize," finally, without looking into my direction, he choking Darchem himself, as if she was talking to himself.
- Who? I? - I am already fed from amazement.
- Well, not me. "Darchek arrogantly snorted and gave me a disgruntled look."
- For what? - I continued to be sincerely perplexed.
End of a familiarization fragment.
And again we fall into the penny, and again in episodes flashed your favorite characters. Not all books about Leiton to me, but for understanding the details of the life of familiar heroes, I got acquainted with everyone. And I can say that such stories like this and "streets of broken artifacts" like the mood like me much more than the dark, overloaded violence and cruelty "love without the right to choose" and "one for all, and a flock for one." Although all the events occur in the familiar city and almost all the Norberg and Felan Klingi flashes, the stories of each book are quite different from each other by emotional color.
As for this, it is read easily, the plot of the details are not replete, it is quite simple (you can say primitive, and sorry, because the author is capable of greater), the heroes of Mila and charming, and have a fairly clear idea of What they want from life that in itself already worthy of respect, and quite a purposeful character, allowing to go to their goal, without changing the trifles. Even in their arsenal there is a healthy proportion of adventurism, some recklessness, youthful maximalism (not developing the truth in the barraffsis and complase above the measure) and the desire to defend their dreams despite the comprehensive love of the hero's parents, able to bury any of their good intentions.
In general, this is a warm, shallow, but pleasant story about young students and their adventures.
The hero depicts a nearby lifestyle interest and not interested in learning, although in fact the guy does not occupy the guy, and in the moments of danger, he is extremely smarter than the heroine, who, unlike her companion, is too overestimated.
It also seemed to me that a certain inaccuracy was stood in the story: I don't know who was the werewolf, although in addition to Norberg, he could not be any other, but if I don't change my memory, Norberg, of course, and Wolf, and Werewolf (head of the clan by the way), But the color is not white, but black. But Felan (Brother Norberga) is just a white color, but not a wolf, but a snow leopard, only about him in the book not a word. Another interesting detail: Farley is the investigator already familiar to us from the book "Street of the Broken Artifacts", where it is mentioned about a certain conflict between him and Norberg. And considering that the heroes are just the last obligations to their early receipt of the diploma, and work under the right leadership of the first, it will be very curious to watch the investigator and the rector will allow old differences (or on the contrary, the conflict will come to another level).
I would not be surprised if after this story we will see the continuation of the "streets of broken artifacts" where the heroes and this book take part. Thanks to the author, read with pleasure.
Elena Malinovskaya
Allowance for a lazy student
Part one
Neshemom Zverly
On the table sat a small disheveled animal, most of all resembling a wet and very unfortunate puppy, and thoroughly lied.
I am in a thousandth, probably, once for today, scratched the back of the head, trying to awaken in my head at least some sort of thought.
Alas, everything is in vain.
My head remained stupid and surprisingly empty. And I really wanted to sleep, so it and the matter widespread, every time risking to dislose yourself the jaw.
On Vasilisk, he does not pull, - my partner for a practical lesson was remarily remarked.
More precisely, my biggest trouble and the strongest headache. Darche Daiga. The only son of rich merchants who walked their own fortune on selling spices and spices from East Haltia. The first handsome on the course, changing girls, as if fashionable - gloves. And the utter razgildy.
It so happened that his parents decided that without higher education their beloved son, well, could not do. Apparently, they tried to compensate for the fact that in due time were deprived of such an opportunity. Daryc's father, Airen Digon, hearing a literacy and account itself. And he learned so well that now there is no more prosperous merchant in our country. However, Darken's mother, helium Digon, does not shine such talents. It is said that the maximum to which she is capable is to put a cross in the right place, which means her signature. For her, the true purpose of a woman is to support her husband in all endeavors and lead the economy. With both our challenges, helium is coped so well that after finding the wealth of Isin did not even think to leave a suspended and lost health after a serious childbirth of his wife. Moreover, it was not even noticed in anything to his honor.
However, this is all lyrics. The harsh prose of life lies in the fact that the sorcelast talents do not shine. And his parents of nothing felt hurried to suck the beloved and bald son in the best magical establishment of the capital. Why there are the capital! Total Leiton, perhaps. Naturally, the father of Darken made a major charitable contribution to the development of the Crashter Academy of Witchcraft Arts. And it is completely cleaned every time the need arises.
It is clear, to lose such a generous and generous benefactor to the rector of our glorious establishment - Vier Norbergu Klingu - it would be not at all with my hands. I suppose, it was according to his gross, but a very convincing request, teachers were always for concessions to Darchet. It was the only one allowed numerous renovation. They put not excellent, but satisfactory evaluations for any correct answer to the simplest question. Perhaps, no other student on the course was not treated so loyal and condescending. Although Darchek chose not a simple specialization, namely, fighting magic. And not Ababa, but with a bias on the fight against evil spirits.
The trouble was only that every year to study Darchet was becoming harder and harder. The teachers diligently closed their eyes, and it seems that the ears when he blew something nephonds to oral exams. However, nobody canceled practical classes. And here, no matter how cool, the final result of the work is estimated. No one will pay you offset if instead of the demonstration of the carcass killed the unclean you will start to carry nonsense.
Therefore, Dean of the Faculty, Vier Olson Sousse, decided to come to the aid to the unrelast student, perfectly realizing that with his contribution the academy would lose the inexhaustible flow of gold. Namely put the best student in the permanent assistants to Dareku, then you mean me. And it is on the fifth, graduation course, when students had to demonstrate their harsh, but just teachers all learned over the years. The theory has moved to the background. The first was a harsh practice. Because no one will give a diploma of the hunter for the extradiolence of Bestoch, who, at the sight of an inhabitant spirit, faint and thereby disseminate the proud title of graduate of the famous academy.
When I learned that writing all course, practical, and in the future I will be forced to do in a pair with this solem, it came to real rabies! For what, well, why should I have a punishment?! This stretchable and compass and two words cannot be associated.
First of all, I demanded a meeting with a course curator. He immediately sent me for clarifications to the dean. And already Olshon Sousse, an elderly power man with sad brown eyes, slowly and very carefully for a broken hour spent me, why his decision is not discussed. It is on our course that he allegedly decided to spend a kind of experiment. Previously, collective creativity at the faculty, to put it mildly, was not welcomed. Each student was supposed to prove solely by their own forces, which is worthy of the proud title of a combat mage and a brave hunter for evil spirits. However, the times flow, everything changes. Everyone knows that fighting the monsters is more advanced when the back is covered with a faithful comrade. But formerly yesterday, students are very difficult to find a partner who will not quit in a difficult moment, the cowardly will not run away, barely only turns fried, but will stand next to you shoulder to shoulder and take the fight in spite of everything.
Therefore, with Vier Norberg, they dared to make certain changes in the procedure for performing practical tasks. Share students per couples now, guided by their own considerations of expediency. If everything succeeds, then by the end of the graduation course, the country will not give a handful of disassembled magicians, and a whole detachment of the hunters who have already worked among themselves who are not afraid of any dangers.
Olson spoke for a long time and very convincing. Probably rehearsed in advance. True, I did not understand why in other cases the partners were not selected ababy as, but first of all approximately equal magical level. And I got such a ramped and obtus, which by the end of the fourth course with difficulty mastered only the elementary formulas of the spells. That I mean all the work I will have to do yourself.
But ... - Still, I tried to argue dean.
Bianca Verd, "Dean interrupted me, and I involuntarily pulled my head into the shoulders.
I remember that you showed yourself from the best side during study, - continued Dean.
I happily smiled was, deciding that now he recognizes his mistake and gives me a more cleaned student in the partners.
You do not pay anything for your studies, "Vier Olson walked around, he tugging his fingers across the table in front of him. - Moreover, get a good scholarship as a student who has good prospects. Right?
Hope has not yet finally died in my soul, so I gently nodded, not quite understanding where he is clone.
Tell me, what would happen if the state did not provide you with such support? - asked Dean.
I frowned. Why does he ask questions, the answers to which are obvious? In this case, I would not be able to study at the Academy - that's the whole truth. The fact is that all childhood from the earliest years I spent in a zashtter orphan shelter. I have no idea if I have parents or not, and if there is - why they abandon me. I can only build guesses.
According to the educators, one day I was discovered on the threshold of this glorious institution. By approximate estimates, I had no more than a month. Instead of the diaper, I was wrapped in some old dirty rag. In general, it was not worth being a provincial to guess the sad fate of my mother. Surely she from a very poor family, gave birth out of marriage and soon realized that it was not able to feed the child. Therefore, I chose to give me to upbringing the state.
Elena Malinovskaya
Allowance for a lazy student
Part one
Neshemom Zverly
On the table sat a small disheveled animal, most of all resembling a wet and very unfortunate puppy, and thoroughly lied.
I am in a thousandth, probably, once for today, scratched the back of the head, trying to awaken in my head at least some sort of thought.
Alas, everything is in vain.
My head remained stupid and surprisingly empty. And I really wanted to sleep, so it and the matter widespread, every time risking to dislose yourself the jaw.
"He does not pull on Vasilisk," my partner for a practical lesson was remarily remarked.
More precisely, my biggest trouble and the strongest headache. Darche Daiga. The only son of rich merchants who walked their own fortune on selling spices and spices from East Haltia. The first handsome on the course, changing girls, as if fashionable - gloves. And the utter razgildy.
It so happened that his parents decided that without higher education their beloved son, well, could not do. Apparently, they tried to compensate for the fact that in due time were deprived of such an opportunity. Daryc's father, Airen Digon, hearing a literacy and account itself. And he learned so well that now there is no more prosperous merchant in our country. However, Darken's mother, helium Digon, does not shine such talents. It is said that the maximum to which she is capable is to put a cross in the right place, which means her signature. For her, the true purpose of a woman is to support her husband in all endeavors and lead the economy. With both our challenges, helium is coped so well that after finding the wealth of Isin did not even think to leave a suspended and lost health after a serious childbirth of his wife. Moreover, it was not even noticed in anything to his honor.
However, this is all lyrics. The harsh prose of life lies in the fact that the sorcelast talents do not shine. And his parents of nothing felt hurried to suck the beloved and bald son in the best magical establishment of the capital. Why there are the capital! Total Leiton, perhaps. Naturally, the father of Darken made a major charitable contribution to the development of the Crashter Academy of Witchcraft Arts. And it is completely cleaned every time the need arises.
It is clear, to lose such a generous and generous benefactor to the rector of our glorious establishment - Vier Norbergu Klingu - it would be not at all with my hands. I suppose, it was according to his gross, but a very convincing request, teachers were always for concessions to Darchet. It was the only one allowed numerous renovation. They put not excellent, but satisfactory evaluations for any correct answer to the simplest question. Perhaps, no other student on the course was not treated so loyal and condescending. Although Darchek chose not a simple specialization, namely, fighting magic. And not Ababa, but with a bias on the fight against evil spirits.
The trouble was only that every year to study Darchet was becoming harder and harder. The teachers diligently closed their eyes, and it seems that the ears when he blew something nephonds to oral exams. However, nobody canceled practical classes. And here, no matter how cool, the final result of the work is estimated. No one will pay you offset if instead of the demonstration of the carcass killed the unclean you will start to carry nonsense.
Therefore, Dean of the Faculty, Vier Olson Sousse, decided to come to the aid to the unrelast student, perfectly realizing that with his contribution the academy would lose the inexhaustible flow of gold. Namely put the best student in the permanent assistants to Dareku, then you mean me. And it is on the fifth, graduation course, when students had to demonstrate their harsh, but just teachers all learned over the years. The theory has moved to the background. The first was a harsh practice. Because no one will give a diploma of the hunter for the extradiolence of Bestoch, who, at the sight of an inhabitant spirit, faint and thereby disseminate the proud title of graduate of the famous academy.
When I learned that writing all course, practical, and in the future I will be forced to do in a pair with this solem, it came to real rabies! For what, well, why should I have a punishment?! This stretchable and compass and two words cannot be associated.
First of all, I demanded a meeting with a course curator. He immediately sent me for clarifications to the dean. And already Olshon Sousse, an elderly power man with sad brown eyes, slowly and very carefully for a broken hour spent me, why his decision is not discussed. It is on our course that he allegedly decided to spend a kind of experiment. Previously, collective creativity at the faculty, to put it mildly, was not welcomed. Each student was supposed to prove solely by their own forces, which is worthy of the proud title of a combat mage and a brave hunter for evil spirits. However, the times flow, everything changes. Everyone knows that fighting the monsters is more advanced when the back is covered with a faithful comrade. But formerly yesterday, students are very difficult to find a partner who will not quit in a difficult moment, the cowardly will not run away, barely only turns fried, but will stand next to you shoulder to shoulder and take the fight in spite of everything.
Therefore, with Vier Norberg, they dared to make certain changes in the procedure for performing practical tasks. Share students per couples now, guided by their own considerations of expediency. If everything succeeds, then by the end of the graduation course, the country will not give a handful of disassembled magicians, and a whole detachment of the hunters who have already worked among themselves who are not afraid of any dangers.
Olson spoke for a long time and very convincing. Probably rehearsed in advance. True, I did not understand why in other cases the partners were not selected ababy as, but first of all approximately equal magical level. And I got such a ramped and obtus, which by the end of the fourth course with difficulty mastered only the elementary formulas of the spells. That I mean all the work I will have to do yourself.
"But ..." after all, I tried to argue dean.
"Bianca Verd," Dean interrupted me, and I involuntarily dragged my head in my shoulders.
- I remember that you have shown yourself from the best side during study, - continued Dean.
I happily smiled was, deciding that now he recognizes his mistake and gives me a more cleaned student in the partners.
"You don't pay anything to your studies," Vier Olson walked around, he tugging his fingers across the table in front of him. - Moreover, get a good scholarship as a student who has good prospects. Right?
Hope has not yet finally died in my soul, so I gently nodded, not quite understanding where he is clone.
- Tell me, what would happen if the state did not provide you with such support? - asked Dean.
I frowned. Why does he ask questions, the answers to which are obvious? In this case, I would not be able to study at the Academy - that's the whole truth. The fact is that all childhood from the earliest years I spent in a zashtter orphan shelter. I have no idea if I have parents or not, and if there is - why they abandon me. I can only build guesses.
According to the educators, one day I was discovered on the threshold of this glorious institution. By approximate estimates, I had no more than a month. Instead of the diaper, I was wrapped in some old dirty rag. In general, it was not worth being a provincial to guess the sad fate of my mother. Surely she from a very poor family, gave birth out of marriage and soon realized that it was not able to feed the child. Therefore, I chose to give me to upbringing the state.
No, I did not hold evil on that woman who made me on the light. In the end, she had enough courage to not get rid of unnecessary fetus even when I was in her womb. And she did not quit me to die in the Winter Forest, and attributed to the place where, according to her ideas, I would be the best.
And I really remember my life in the shelter, although not with nostalgia, but in bright colors. We did not beat us, they did not mournful hunger, they punished only for very serious pregriction. And then the most severe car was usually concluded in an extraordinary car wash. Moreover, in the shelter there were classes in which I learned much more current beggars and kids from albeit full, but poor families. When it turned out that I had certain abilities for magic, then the elder teacher - Mrs. Veresa Oren - took me under personal care. And in many ways, thanks to her participation, I was allowed to exam in the Academy. I suppose, and I allocated a scholarship without her efforts.
Alighieri. wrote (a) book review
At one time, I read too many serious books, which probably imposed not quite a good imprint on me. I will say honestly. Now I do not like serious books. Seriousness I am very grabs in life.
Yes, now I prefer to spend the evening with some kind of light and funny book that will not strain me and make you think about the fate of the world.
That is why, my recent evening screamed the book of Elena Malinovskaya. Malinovskaya generally an excellent author with an excellent syllable. She has punctures, but in general, I can always recommend her books.
And I sit in the chair, fill in the sun and Ruju like a horse. A magnificent and easy story about how the first student of the Magic Academy, a little naive and slightly abnormal Bianca was forced to span the son of rich parents so that he does not fly out of the Academy. That's just Darchera was not as simple as it seemed. So, we are waiting for houses with ghosts, running away from Vasilisk, parents who wish the best of their child, but at the same time doing worse children.
Do not wait for some kind of philosophy or intrigue. Everything will be very simple, roll on the rolled and with a completely predictable finale.
This one is the book that you read and as if you dare the cake. I read other reviews and people affect me. What do they expect from the series "Romantic Fiction"?)))) It's the same romance and a bunch of fanatastics. Of course, there is such a beautiful Karina Demin in the series, but it should be a mansion. Her books are very complex and obviously not for easy reading.
But Elena I can be grateful for the fact that she does not ship the reader, does not try to pour him cheap coelho philosophy. She just writes and writes with a soul.
Therefore, read if your cats scream or you climb some kind of problem. Welcome tea and read. Even if you do not like this style.
suuushi. wrote (a) book review
"Allowance for a lazy student" is another and, unfortunately, no remarkable story about the magical academy, a nice student and a cute grief-student.
I read the book a few days ago and from the plot almost nothing left in my head. "Allowance" turned out to be too light. In the spirit "from one ear to another crashes." Some kind of clear storyline is not here. There are a couple of students, one of which is temporarily pregnant, and this couple is trying to do the whole book not to fly off their studies and somehow pass the session. It seems to be an adventure of interesting, but something went wrong. Maybe I did not like the love line, which ended too sweet, and maybe more. The only thing that was unconditionally liked, is the last adventure of our GG at the Academy. That's what was interesting.
But as a result, the book turned out for me only to unload the brain, and for full.
Urrsa. wrote (a) book review
Everyone as promised in the title of the book
Kamon, not everything is so bad :)
Just this is a book about two ballobs. One - studying on the combat mage, while until the last course was able to hold out on this faculty only due to the fact that the practice of combat magicians lasts only six months, the last six months. Khm. Let us suppose. The second is a rich son who does not bother his studies, a handsome and dream of all the girls at the Academy, who reached the last course only due to the fact that his father carries out regular financial influences in this academy. And they lead themselves according to age and life experience, that is, quite stupid. Of course, it is these two who become partners in studies, of course, both of them very much should not fly out of the Academy that the chain of adventures leads to themselves.
The book is read cheerfully, written well (that's just a heroine again "grows the yawns in the palm", but how much is it possible). Bianca does not develop any super combat abilities and continues to faint at the sight of blood, but the theorist shows himself really good. Darchek does not find indiscriminately no sudden theoretical knowledge, but is manifested as a good practical magician with a rapid response. The romantic line is obvious and not the most outstanding, but it is, the adventures are interesting, I enjoyed :) It is a pity that there is no continuation, I would read.