That's how Moore ruled, that's how he ruled, unaware of Zu's swords. Sweet timelessness! Everything disappeared when the civil war in Yugoslavia started in 1992.
Here's how it all happened: the first shell overturned the sky and scattered the bush. He was followed by another one. And also... Ah, a glade with strawberries! Ah, old apple trees! Everything came out with roots. If only people could hear the moaning, screaming and crying spirits when shells tear their homes! The poems went mad, swarming over the doomed village, bequeathing and sweeping like bats. Following them, panic swept over butterflies and ants; and in the gardens, trees cracked, and shards and lumps of earth scattered.
If the angry Muri, who had been caught in trouble in the healing meadow, would have raised his head, he would have seen how a cloud of demons, the true sons of bitches of war, swung their wings across the sky and gnashed with joy. Once again, in hundreds and then in thousands, they rose out of all the earthly cracks. But the cat was not up to demons! On all couples he flew to the house - he was met only by broken planks, beds and a crumpled pipe. The housekeeper was sitting on the stairs by a miracle of the remaining porch, quoting and screaming with horror. The bubble was doomed, because house men of this age do not leave their nests and, as a rule, die with them. So, being still yesterday swaying from contentment, the house was filled with dead greenery before his eyes.
Moore examined the ashes, stumbling upon weeping spirits everywhere. From them, and from the traces and smells, he learned that people did not think of him. The two-legged men simply fled! The lord could not believe in betrayal, but sniffed out the forgotten things that had been thrown by the porch. His rage shook him, but the king of the earth, which no longer existed, overcame his anger and finally regained his dignity. Now, with a twitch of determination, he came close to the inconsolable house. The two creatures began to communicate with each other.
- It's all over," the housekeeper was swaying. - Life is gone, and it will no longer be.
The cat stared at him without blinking, and this is what he answered, pouring righteous anger on the escaped family:
- No, it wouldn't work that way! I just need to have a bowl, a blanket, and my place under the sun.
- Who needs you now? - I was sadly answering to the housekeeper.
- You never understood anything! - the cat answered. - I need a bowl, a blanket, and two-legged people to serve me.
- We're screwed..." the housekeeper's room was buried.
- Shut up! - Moored Moore. - You're the one who pt your hands down, you little wineshackle! Not today or tomorrow, you'll burst on these ruined boards!
- What to do? - whining housewarming, swinginging.
- To return the lost! - said the cat. And went on the road.
On the same tragic day for the cat, Sheikh Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim, the beloved of Allah and the owner of thirty beautiful wives and fifteen fields, two ports and five oil tankers, one of which still bears his name, began his journey.
The Sheikh's super-light aircraft, named Victoria, had a wingspan of twenty-eight meters, three engines, a spacious cockpit with an elegant dashboard, an armchair with a special device that allows you to cope with small and large needs, as well as six tanks of fuel designed for a non-stop flight around the globe. For emergency landing, the parachute was folded in a special compartment behind the cockpit - there was also a bag with a boat in it and a set of full life support for fourteen days. The Sheikh's services included a well-proven Star navigation system, which determines the aircraft's location to within a few meters, as well as a space phone. Sheikh Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim did not buy off such acquisitions as the ultra-advanced autopilot (the last squeak of the Boeing Group) and the fuel-efficient system. "Victoria was not only the Sheikh's pride, but also Nordland's favorite child, the best product ever made in the shops of this reputable English firm. The fragile, transparent, almost airborne metal plane occupied the entire hangar, where no one but the Sheikh and his two technicians had even the right to slip into, because Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim was afraid of only one thing in his life - the evil eye.
To be continued in the next part