The beaver hut is full of goodness.
When a man really decides to do good to someone, he can't be stopped. And if there are three people... (Carlotta was looking for a missing Ubaldo somewhere), it was just a gang. In Paris, there was no street beggar who did not get at least one coin, all the old ladies were transferred across the roads, but the revelation did not come somehow.
- Maybe we should do that at the Opera House?
- Don't do where you live," Raul said. - Even good. Isn't it enough... And then, who are you going to do it too?
- Well... for example, I can give Meg my red dress.
- And the breasts?
- — А... yes...
- Or sing something to the directors.
- Kristina, it's your job, what good is that?
- That's also true. Well, I can go to Moulin Rouge to sing.
- Just sing? It's just evil somehow. It's better, you know, do me a favor. Don't marry me... Why on the head?! I was kidding! Cristina, don't, Diego, stop her... Save me...
But Diego was nowhere to be found. He appeared only when Raul had already climbed onto the lamp pole and from there apologized extensively to his beloved: hangover, sleepless night, stupid joke.
Diego was carrying a huge black hog in his arms, the hog squealed with resentment, but did not burst out.
- Well, quietly, Signor Ubaldo," Diego stroked him pitifully. - Okay, I've taken you away, no one else will hurt you, just don't run away again.
- Where did you find him? - Christine was distracted.
- Near some prayer house. He was kicked and shouted with sticks and sticks, "Oh, you damn kosher, now you're the reason to sanctify the whole synagogue. I took it away from the crowd and brought it.
The boar closed his eyes, encouraging him to feel sorry for himself.
- And look, Raoul! This is the best thing for a good deed, there is no such thing as a good deed, to save a little animal! Oh, Diego, you are good!
Cristina slammed her hands and with childlike spontaneity, right in the presence of the groom, joyfully smacked the Spaniard on the lips.
The ground shuddered quietly under her feet. Not because Vicomte de Chania fell off the pole, although the drummer was just right. There was another man standing next to Christina - albeit confused and stunned again, but... The ghost of the Opera is back!
- It worked! It worked! Hurrayaaaaaaaah...
Christina squealed so much that Ubaldo was jealous of himself and also squealed. The phantom looked around, fell to his knees, kissed his birthplace bridge, thanked everyone, then got up and stared at Christine jumping, Raul smiling, the black pig and... BLIN!!!
- Who else is this? - Kristina asked, stopping jumping. - And who kissed you there, huh?
- Well, not him! I don't know why I'm moving back and forth, but now something's stuck.
- Why did you move, we will explain. We're going to the Opera House, not on the street to explain that. In short, magic.
- So you, you bastard, are also a sorcerer? - asked Colonel Huerta as he got off the ground. - Well, I haven't killed a sorcerer yet. At least I won't have a conscience.
- To you... Ahem... A phantom, a sword to borrow? - Raúl de Chania's voice was heard. - I see the gentleman has serious intentions.
- Don't interfere, puppy," the colonel warned him with one nod of his head.
The ghost was breathless with blatant solidarity. And who wrote this damn play, where would you have to commit murder?! Well, or at least a fraternity. Ah, and the rope at the post lies...
- Look," Christine said puzzledly to her fiancé, "if they weren't going to fight so clearly, I'd have thought I'd met two childhood friends. Look how the eyes glow in both of them, but they need nothing more in life than each other! Maybe we should go and get out of the way.
- No, I'll check it out," de Chania said. - What an interesting technique, at least I will learn.
The lesson was rich and long. The streets of Paris are not poor in entertainment, but the most beautiful battle has found its ardent admirers. Betting, betting, probably, would have come and mobile diner, if the colonel hadn't stepped on the gently twisted tail of fallen asleep Ubaldo. The hog clung to the abuser's knee, and the Ghost managed to throw a noose where it was needed.
- You pig! - Wort was surprised.
- He's a boy," Christine gently corrected. - A phantom, and what are you going to do with the gentleman? Hide the corpse again? Honestly, you probably have a bigger cemetery than a medical student.
- No, I have other ideas. Let's go to the Opera House for now, and I wish to hear the full version of events from you two. To you, my soul, while the cap is for the mood. Think about your behavior in silence.
to be continued ...