Anna Gavrilova

Don't touch your ears!

Part one

The morning was wonderful. There is not a speck in the sky, the sun has just rolled out from behind the horizon, but it has already warmed up the air, dried up the dews. There was not a hint of smog in the fresh breeze, and even the aroma of the nearby garbage heap was not felt. A flock of sparrows furiously divided the crust of bread. But, seeing me, the birds threw the precious find and jumped into the sky.

I overcame a dozen meters to Mashkina's Honda and flopped into the passenger seat.

- Hello.

- Hi, Lelechka! - Masha chirped and gave a mischievous smile. - I am so glad!

- I'm not very good. And I don't understand how you convinced me.

- Stop grumbling! - A friend deliberately pouted her lips, but after a second she could not stand it, she exclaimed: - Lelechka, you are a real hero! I didn't doubt you! Not a drop, not a gram!

“Let’s go,” I muttered.

- Of course of course!

Masha straightened up, giggled and began to taxi out onto the road.

“If only we were lucky with the weather,” the friend continued to chirp. “I don’t want to get stuck on this bugger in the middle of the forest. I asked my dad for a jeep, but he fell off the chain. So yelled, so yelled ... And I say: I'm not forever, just ride. And he: no, a blonde has no place behind the wheel of such a car! Sometimes it seems, if it were his will, he would put me on a bicycle. Miser.

- I had to go with a driver.

- Here's another! Masha snorted. “He’ll tell daddy right away. And don’t tell daddy ... He’s nervous with us ...

“You know, in this case, daddy is right.

Girlfriend proudly lifted her chin, predatory glanced around and squeezed the gas pedal. The Honda took off with a nasty squeal, and I was pressed into a chair.

- You just don't have to...

I glanced down at the puffy dress, neat curls and perfectly lined lips. She stated:

- No you do not know. I'm also a blonde, but you ... like fluttered out of a collection of jokes. In the woods on stilettos! Horror!

- Baby, I love you very much. But one more note - knock. Doesn't suit me sport style, besides ... Antoine, he is so ... so ... Prince! And I am his princess. I have to match. Always, under any circumstances. Even if the sky falls to earth or Armageddon happens. I don't blame your negligence!

– Negligence?

- Well, yes. You have sneakers on your feet, didn't you know?

- Mash, we are actually going to the forest ...

- It's not the reason! Girl without heels - consider naked! Thanks for getting your hair and makeup done!

I snorted, and Masha gave an unkind look and again stared at the road. But what is there to see? The road is almost empty - of course, people are still sleeping this early, only the most adventurous or blondes like us can trade a warm bed for a dubious picnic.

- Mash, maybe, well, him? Let's have breakfast in some cafe, go shopping ...

- No. I have to see Antoine. And if you don't want to help your friend, you're worthless!

- I want it, I really want it. But the situation is crazy. You're twenty-one and acting like a snotty girl.

But you are like a pensioner. Aren't you tired of it yourself? You groan, you grumble, you teach.

- Mash, we live in the real world, cruel and cynical. There is no place here for imbeciles like Antoine. And your attachment scares me, scares me a lot.

Masha gripped the steering wheel tighter and muttered through her teeth:

“Antoine is not weak-minded.

- Yes of course…

The forest met with piercing silence. Thin trees, emerald leaves, flowers and other nonsense. Among the green splendor I feel uncomfortable. Masha craned her neck, trying to see all the bumps and dips in the road. Light "Honda" shook from side to side, the Russian off-road - a difficult test for delicate equipment. Finally, the blonde slowed down. I marked the stumpy oak right hand and a wide intersection ahead.

- And here we were promised to meet.

- Elves? I didn't even try to hide the mockery.

“Yes…” the friend exhaled reverently and beeped three times.

Suddenly, a tall figure in a green cloak emerged from the veil of bushes. The pointed hood stuck out, turning the man into a giant pod.

“Yeah…” I commented.

- Lyolechka, bite your tongue. This amazing man will take us to the parking lot.

The figure slowly approached the hood, bowed and walked along the dirt road.

If I were a guy, I would not dare to step in front of the car driven by Masha. But the unfortunate, apparently, is not aware of how the flighty blonde treats pedestrians.

Do you know this weirdo? I asked in a whisper.

- Yes. This is a junior acolyte of the Order of the Emerald.

- "Orders"? Well, well... Let me guess the name... Legolas?

“No,” said her friend, looking down, “Elrond.

- Wow ... Do they have hobbits in the party?

- Lyolechka, I ask for the last time! Turn off the ulcer! And in general, shut up. Do you want to embarrass me in front of Antoine?

“Don't get distracted, or Elrond will be crushed.

The guy, meanwhile, took to the right, turned off the dirt road. It is extremely unpleasant to drive between the trees, but Masha bravely held the steering wheel and clearly fit into the allotted frame. Here it is - the result of training with Moscow traffic jams. Our guide merged with the surrounding reality and, if it were not for the pointed hood, he would have been completely lost from sight.

Finally, a light appeared ahead. And behind the low arch of trees, from where the Honda jumped out like an impatient squirrel, a spacious clearing was discovered.

The sun gilded the grass and birch leaves. The beams fell in even stripes on a crowd of tents, but they singled out a huge tent - a tasteless tribute to the Middle Ages. There were several poles in front of the tent, each with a colored rag. Like flags at the headquarters, well, well ...

Masha earnestly nodded to Elrond and briskly parked on the outskirts of the clearing. The escort made a disgruntled face, nevertheless helped Mashka get out of the car. I jumped out of the Honda on my own and did not extend my hand to the Elf, but I smiled, almost sincerely.

Elrond was quite handsome. The face is even, the skin is clean, the cheeks are pink. And the eyes are amazingly blue, like sapphires.

“Ladies,” said the elf, and made another bow, “I beg you.

The guy's hand pointed to the tent, and he proudly lifted his chin and walked ahead.

Masha hurriedly straightened her curls, straightened her back and glanced at my tracksuit. A look of reproach froze in her friend's eyes. Yes, I also twisted curls and even drew arrows in the corners of my eyes, but what’s there ... I even let my eyebrows down! But the dress and heels? Never! I don't need to show off in front of the "elves"! I'm normal!

Elrond gallantly pushed back the flap of the tent and bowed again. And here Masha's calmness dried up. From a noble lady, she turned into a squealing lapdog, darted inside and, with a scream, hung on Antoine's neck.

I dispassionately trotted in the footsteps of my friend and announced loudly:

Hello elves.

It was surprisingly light in the tent, sleeping bags were spread around the perimeter, and next to Antoine, a group of green pods froze. The elves goggled, digging into my face, then into the pink sports suit, then in sneakers strewn with rhinestones. But Masha has zero attention - apparently, they are already used to her puffy dresses, high heels and enthusiastic squeals.

Antoine, whom I saw for the second time, also rolled his eyes, but quickly turned his gaze to Masha.

Did you tell us who we are? - In the velvety voice of the guy sounded condemnation. The others began to whisper and grumble. New sidelong glances flew into me.

“Sorry…” I blurted out. - Was it a secret?

Anna Gavrilova

Don't touch your ears!

Part one

The morning was wonderful. There is not a speck in the sky, the sun has just rolled out from behind the horizon, but it has already warmed up the air, dried up the dews. There was not a hint of smog in the fresh breeze, and even the aroma of the nearby garbage heap was not felt. A flock of sparrows furiously divided the crust of bread. But, seeing me, the birds threw the precious find and jumped into the sky.

I overcame a dozen meters to Mashkina's Honda and flopped into the passenger seat.

Hi Lelechka! - Masha chirped and gave a mischievous smile. - I am so glad!

And I'm not very. And I don't understand how you convinced me.

Stop grumbling! - A friend pouted her lips, but after a second she could not stand it, she exclaimed: - Lelechka, you are a real hero! I didn't doubt you! Not a drop, not a gram!

Let's go, I muttered.

Of course of course!

Masha straightened up, giggled and began to taxi out onto the road.

If only we were lucky with the weather, ”the friend continued to twitter. - I do not want to get stuck on this bugger in the middle of the forest. I asked my dad for a jeep, but he fell off the chain. So yelled, so yelled ... And I say: I'm not forever, just ride. And he: no, a blonde has no place behind the wheel of such a car! Sometimes it seems, if it were his will, he would put me on a bicycle. Miser.

I had to go with a driver.

Here's another! Masha snorted. - He will immediately report to daddy. And don’t tell daddy ... He’s nervous with us ...

You know, in this case, daddy's right.

Girlfriend proudly lifted her chin, predatory glanced around and squeezed the gas pedal. The Honda took off with a nasty squeal, and I was pressed into a chair.

It's just not necessary...

I glanced down at the puffy dress, neat curls and perfectly lined lips. She stated:

No you do not know. I'm also a blonde, but you ... like fluttered out of a collection of jokes. In the woods on stilettos! Horror!

Baby, I love you very much. But one more note - knock. I don't go sporty, besides… Antoine, he's so… so… Prince! And I am his princess. I have to match. Always, under any circumstances. Even if the sky falls to earth or Armageddon happens. I don't blame your negligence!

Negligence?

Well, yes. You have sneakers on your feet, didn't you know?

Mash, we are actually going to the forest ...

It's not the reason! Girl without heels - consider naked! Thanks for getting your hair and makeup done!

I snorted, and Masha gave an unkind look and again stared at the road. But what is there to see? The road is almost empty - of course, people are still sleeping this early, only the most adventurous or blondes like us can exchange a warm bed for a dubious picnic.

Mash, maybe, well, him? Let's have breakfast in some cafe, go shopping ...

No. I have to see Antoine. And if you don't want to help your friend, you're worthless!

I want, I really want. But the situation is crazy. You're twenty-one and acting like a snotty girl.

But you are like a pensioner. Aren't you tired of it yourself? You groan, you grumble, you teach.

Masha, we live in the real world, cruel and cynical. There is no place here for imbeciles like Antoine. And your attachment scares me, scares me a lot.

Masha gripped the steering wheel tighter and muttered through her teeth:

Antoine is not weak-minded.

Yes of course…

The forest met with piercing silence. Thin trees, emerald leaves, flowers and other nonsense. Among the green splendor I feel uncomfortable. Masha craned her neck, trying to see all the bumps and dips in the road. Light "Honda" shook from side to side, Russian off-road is a difficult test for delicate equipment. Finally, the blonde slowed down. I noted a stocky oak tree to my right and a wide crossroad ahead.

And here they promised to meet us.

Elves? I didn't even try to hide the mockery.

Yes ... - reverently exhaled a friend and beeped three times.

Suddenly, a tall figure in a green cloak emerged from the veil of bushes. The pointed hood stuck out, turning the man into a giant pod.

Hmm…” I commented.

Baby, bite your tongue. This amazing man will take us to the parking lot.

The figure slowly approached the hood, bowed and walked along the dirt road.

If I were a guy, I would not dare to step in front of the car driven by Masha. But the unfortunate, apparently, is not aware of how the flighty blonde treats pedestrians.

Do you know this weirdo? I asked in a whisper.

Yes. This is a junior acolyte of the Order of the Emerald.

- "Orders"? Well, well... Let me guess the name... Legolas?

No, - looking down, answered her friend, - Elrond.

Wow ... Do they have hobbits in the party?

Lyolechka, I ask for the last time! Turn off the ulcer! And in general, shut up. Do you want to embarrass me in front of Antoine?

Don't get distracted or you'll crush Elrond.

The guy, meanwhile, took to the right, turned off the dirt road. It is extremely unpleasant to drive between the trees, but Masha bravely held the steering wheel and clearly fit into the allotted frame. Here it is - the result of training with Moscow traffic jams. Our guide merged with the surrounding reality and, if it were not for the pointed hood, he would have been completely lost from sight.

Finally, a light appeared ahead. And behind the low arch of trees, from where the Honda jumped out like an impatient squirrel, a spacious clearing was discovered.

The sun gilded the grass and birch leaves. The beams fell in even stripes on a crowd of tents, but separately they singled out a huge tent - a tasteless tribute to the Middle Ages. There were several poles in front of the tent, each with a colored rag. Like flags at the headquarters, well, well ...

Masha earnestly nodded to Elrond and briskly parked on the outskirts of the clearing. The escort made a disgruntled face, nevertheless helped Mashka get out of the car. I jumped out of the Honda on my own and did not extend my hand to the Elf, but I smiled, almost sincerely.

Elrond was quite handsome. The face is even, the skin is clean, the cheeks are pink. And the eyes are amazingly blue, like sapphires.

Ladies, - said the elf and made another bow, - I beg you.

The guy's hand pointed to the tent, and he proudly lifted his chin and walked ahead.

Masha hurriedly straightened her curls, straightened her back and glanced at my tracksuit. A look of reproach froze in her friend's eyes. Yes, I also twisted curls and even drew arrows in the corners of my eyes, but what’s there ... I even let my eyebrows down! But the dress and heels? Never! I don't need to show off in front of the "elves"! I'm normal!

Elrond gallantly pushed back the flap of the tent and bowed again. And here Masha's calmness dried up. From a noble lady, she turned into a squealing lapdog, darted inside and, with a scream, hung on Antoine's neck.

I dispassionately trotted in the footsteps of my friend and announced loudly:

Hello elves.

It was surprisingly light in the tent, sleeping bags were spread around the perimeter, and next to Antoine, a group of green pods froze. The elves goggled, glaring at my face, at the pink tracksuit, at the rhinestone-studded sneakers. But Masha has zero attention - apparently, they are already used to her puffy dresses, high heels and enthusiastic squeals.

Antoine, whom I saw for the second time, also rolled his eyes, but quickly turned his gaze to Masha.

Did you tell us who we are? - In the velvety voice of the guy sounded condemnation. The others began to whisper and grumble. New sidelong glances flew into me.

Sorry ... - I blurted out. - Was it a secret?

Actually, yes, - Antoine replied.

Beloved Mashka is a strange type and, if you look closely, he really looks like an elf. Tall, fit, with a beautiful pale face. Antoine's nose is straight, as if drawn under a ruler, his lips are plump, feminine. Dark gold-colored hair covers the neck, flowing. Only the shoulders are narrow and the legs are thin. The elven prince was dressed in an emerald-colored camisole, light green leggings and over the knee boots with spurs. And although he was not wearing a cloak or hat, something vaguely resembling a sword dangled from his belt.

Masha finally unhooked from the prince and rang through the whole tent:

Meet Olga, she is Lyolya, she is Lyolechka. My friend is the best! And I beg you, don't worry, she knows how to keep secrets.

Yep, I can.

The “pods” looked at each other, but did not have time to doubt - a howl cut through the silence. The sound was so nasty that I instinctively covered my ears.

Antoine looked tenderly at Masha and said:

We have guests, dear. Prince of the Severgov clan, in person.

Masha's smile became even more stupid. One of the "greens" hurriedly jumped out to return in a minute with five very strange guys.

The tall guy in black entered first. The silk shirt is unbuttoned at the chest, revealing a white embossed body, black jeans are tightly wrapped around the legs, soft leather boots are clearly custom-made. Thick chestnut curls fall to the shoulders, framing a predatory face. Black as the night sky, the eyes are sharp. The floors of the cloak sway in time with the steps, left hand a stranger rests on the hilt of a sword.

His companions are also wrapped in cloaks, their faces hidden by bottomless pointed hoods. The look of the guys is frankly creepy.

Who is this? - I stammered, but the question was drowned in a tense silence.

Crossing the threshold of the tent, the aliens made a collective bow, and the leader turned to Antoine:

Prince, we are ready to discuss cooperation.

Your highness, - bowing, said Antoine.

The guy in black looked around the audience with a lazy look and stared inquiringly at Antoine.

This is Maria, - Antoine answered hastily, nodded at Masha: - My beloved. And this is Olga, her friend.

There was that sort of disdain in the guest's tone that could awaken a feminist even in a nun:

Do our business with them? Antoine, the human world affects you badly, very badly. You become soft.

Gregor,” our defender said with a sigh, “I hate people as much as you do. But the girls will stay here. I vouch for them.

The guest grimaced and looked away. There were chuckles from under the black hoods. I stealthily glanced at Masha: she stands in doll-like calmness, blinking her eyes. But I don’t have to pretend, so I without a twinge of conscience gave out the most malicious of smiles.

Did not help.

The “black” prince straightened his shoulders, the muscles under the silk of his shirt visibly swollen, pride was reflected in his eyes.

Prince, - Gregor turned to Antoine, - going to a meeting, I counted on a frank conversation.

Mashkin's beloved responded just as calmly:

We have no reason to hide from each other, prince. But if you're in doubt, let me start?

Black nodded, and Mashkin's admirer coughed into his fist and spoke:

Brothers! For more than ten centuries we have been oppressed by people.

Oppressed? Gregor exclaimed impatiently. - You call THIS oppression?!

Antoine squinted at Masha and me and swallowed.

Okay, he muttered under his breath. - For many centuries we endure persecution and humiliation, our people are practically exterminated. And it's because of the man.

Gregor laughed ominously, and his black-cloaked comrades followed suit. "Pods" from Antoine's team looked at the guests with apprehension, cringed. Wary glances flew at Masha and me, there were no smiles.

Antoine, stop playing political correctness. If you are afraid of the disapproval of a couple of human females, then which one of you is the leader?

They are not females,” the prince flared up.

Females,” Gregor said sternly. - Ordinary, primitive females. If we want to survive, we must first drop the pretense and call a spade a spade.

Gregor sighed as if the firmament rested on his shoulders. Beautiful face turned into a grimace of pain, moisture flashed in black eyes.

Our people are destroyed,” he said in a sepulchral voice. - There are no more elves, and the man is to blame. People exterminated us slowly, hard, but they got their way. At first, only warriors were slaughtered, then they began to kill women, after a couple of centuries they were killed indiscriminately - even babies were not spared! But this was not enough for them... When the civilization of the elves collapsed, people willingly appropriated its achievements. They rewrote history, made it look like we never existed! Who now knows that the Hellenes belonged to our tribe? And so with everyone ... We have become a myth, a fairy tale, an illusion!

Gregor blurted out the last words so convincingly that I involuntarily swallowed. The black prince's associates nodded vigorously, while the "greens" cowered in horror.

Sadly, now we are considered human beings,” Gregor continued. - If five centuries ago we, the survivors, laughed together at this joke, but today it's cold on the skin. We are in a trap, squeezed from all sides.

We must fight,” Elrond suddenly blurted out.

The black prince fixed a stern look on the blue-eyed elf, answered with a grin:

Did you come up with it yourself or did someone suggest it?

The novice's cheeks were covered with a heavy blush, he muttered something under his breath, pulled his head into his shoulders.

Antoine stood up decisively:

If we are considered people, we can play on the legal field of civilization. We will create a social movement, declare our rights, raise historical materials ...

The laughter of the “black” swept in a tight, deafening wave.

And what will you achieve by this, Antoine? Another "society of fishermen" will not help the cause.

Antoine stepped forward, froze, shaking his fists furiously. Her golden hair was disheveled, tousled, revealing the sharp tips of her ears. Masha tried to reason with the gentleman, but he roughly threw off her hand and hissed:

What do you suggest, Gregor?

"Black" busily tucked his chestnut curls behind his ears. His ears turned out to be larger than the Antuanovs, slightly protruding, also pointed.

War,” he said dryly. - Normal, modern warfare. First, a series of actions to intimidate - we blow up strategic objects, induce panic in large cities. After, when the people in search of safety will pour into the countryside, we will begin to partisan.

Organize raids on mushroom pickers? Antoine chuckled.

Why not?

Gregor shrugged, gave his opponent a cold look, and pursed his lips. And Mashkin Prince really cooled down, answered calmly:

This is the height of insanity, your highness. Only an elf of the Severg clan could think of such a thing. How many years will we catch? A thousand?

And for the first time during the negotiations, "black" flared up:

Yes, at least two. We are immortal, remember?

We, too, can be killed, - retorted Antoine.

Let's handle it! exclaimed Gregor. We will exterminate the people. Let's deal with them the way they did. Even if it takes forever...

Antoine did not give up:

People exterminate each other much more effectively. And if we start playing by the rules of civilization, we can achieve immeasurably more. People are crazy about fairy tales. They are happy to save penguins, defend the rights of sexual minorities, unravel the codes of the apocalypse... Why are we worse? We are a revived fairy tale, a dying people that needs to be saved.

Nonsense. Soon they will get tired of playing spillikins, and the minority penguins will be overboard. People understand only brute force, but they themselves are already rather weak. Even a tiny problem can drive a person into a stupor, take away hope, bring to the line. Antoine, imagine: megacities engulfed in fires, daily terrorist attacks, threats at every turn. The townsfolk immediately die of fear, if anyone survives - only fatalists. And somehow we'll get these.

Mashka screamed muffledly nearby. Her friend's eyes are wide open in horror, her cilia flutter, her lower lip trembles. It seems that even the fluffy pink dress has lost its color and shine. I gently pushed her in the side, whispered maliciously:

And you thought they were white and fluffy?

Everyone stared at me, even the arrogant Gregor rolled his eyes.

Large transparent tears rolled down the blonde's cheeks, a heartbreaking sob escaped from her chest. And although Masha was clearly trying to overcome her panic, her face twisted, and her shoulders shook with a small shiver. A little more, and the sobs will turn into hysterics.

Mash, don't cry, - I whispered, - this is a wiring.

But the friend squealed, jumped up and darted away from the tent.

I also took a step forward, but I did not dare to rush after Masha. But Antoine galloped after me like a furious elk, barking at me first.

Well, you eagles, - I breathed. - And with these ears they came up with a great idea. What's the name of the game?

What game? someone said dryly.

A good-natured smile slipped from my face slowly, eventually turned into a wry smile and stuck tightly. Gregor spoke suddenly:

She thinks it's a role play.

How is that? one of the greens said.

This is when people choose roles for themselves and begin to play out a certain scenario. For example, they call themselves ... elves and go to kill the Black Lord.

Gregor spoke softly, but his gaze was like a drill: he would drill a hole in his skull.

Stupidity, - Elrond snorted. - Who needs it?

There are also such ... people.

The black prince said the last word with special contempt, but even this fact could not wipe the smirk from my face.

Realistic! Very realistic! Are you studying theater, Grigory?

Gregor grimaced, and one of his henchmen answered me:

Who-who?

I explained:

His real name is Grigory or Grisha, as you like. Antoine - of course, Anton. But such names are devoid of elven sophistication, so…

The female is delirious,” Elrond snorted.

No," Gregor drawled contentedly, "she really thinks we're fake.

The prince slowly walked towards me. He stopped in one step, removed a strand of hair, proudly exposing his ear. I carefully looked at the oblong, slightly protruding burlap with a sharp tip - there are no traces of makeup. I looked again and the result is the same. The thought crashed into the skull suddenly, but she could believe in it only after she voiced:

Plastic? Really? What surgeon decided on such a crazy experiment?

Gregor burst out laughing, and the others began to choke too, defiantly tucking their hair behind their ears.

Come on, Grisha!

I jumped up and grabbed the crowned elf by the ear, stood up on my tiptoes and pulled a few more times. So it is - the real thing, it doesn’t even smell like an overlay.

Just plastic...

There was an amazing silence all around. Gregor's aristocratic pallor slowly receded under the pressure of a blush.

Is there something wrong? - I was surprised.

The prince hesitated for a second, swallowed and whispered in a barely audible voice:

Let go of your ear.

So it's still makeup?

I clung to the elf burlap with both hands. Gregor's pointed ear twitched, startled. She ran her finger along the curves of the auricle, gently pulled first at the tip, then at the lobe, but still did not notice any traces of a fake.

Let go, - the elf breathed helplessly.

Anna Gavrilova

Don't touch your ears!

All rights reserved. No part of the electronic version of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including posting on the Internet and corporate networks, for private and public use, without the written permission of the copyright owner.

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Part one

The morning was wonderful. There is not a speck in the sky, the sun has just rolled out from behind the horizon, but it has already warmed up the air, dried up the dews. There was not a hint of smog in the fresh breeze, and even the aroma of the nearby garbage heap was not felt. A flock of sparrows furiously divided the crust of bread. But, seeing me, the birds threw the precious find and jumped into the sky.

I overcame a dozen meters to Mashkina's Honda and flopped into the passenger seat.

- Hello.

- Hi, Lelechka! - Masha chirped and gave a mischievous smile. - I am so glad!

- I'm not very good. And I don't understand how you convinced me.

- Stop grumbling! - A friend deliberately pouted her lips, but after a second she could not stand it, she exclaimed: - Lelechka, you are a real hero! I didn't doubt you! Not a drop, not a gram!

“Let’s go,” I muttered.

- Of course of course!

Masha straightened up, giggled and began to taxi out onto the road.

“If only we were lucky with the weather,” the friend continued to chirp. “I don’t want to get stuck on this bugger in the middle of the forest. I asked my dad for a jeep, but he fell off the chain. So yelled, so yelled ... And I say: I'm not forever, just ride. And he: no, a blonde has no place behind the wheel of such a car! Sometimes it seems, if it were his will, he would put me on a bicycle. Miser.

- I had to go with a driver.

- Here's another! Masha snorted. “He’ll tell daddy right away. And don’t tell daddy ... He’s nervous with us ...

“You know, in this case, daddy is right.

Girlfriend proudly lifted her chin, predatory glanced around and squeezed the gas pedal. The Honda took off with a nasty squeal, and I was pressed into a chair.

- You just don't have to...

I glanced down at the puffy dress, neat curls and perfectly lined lips. She stated:

- No you do not know. I'm also a blonde, but you ... like fluttered out of a collection of jokes. In the woods on stilettos! Horror!

- Baby, I love you very much. But one more note - knock. I don't go sporty, besides… Antoine, he's so… so… Prince! And I am his princess. I have to match. Always, under any circumstances. Even if the sky falls to earth or Armageddon happens. I don't blame your negligence!

– Negligence?

- Well, yes. You have sneakers on your feet, didn't you know?

- Mash, we are actually going to the forest ...

- It's not the reason! Girl without heels - consider naked! Thanks for getting your hair and makeup done!

I snorted, and Masha gave an unkind look and again stared at the road. But what is there to see? The road is almost empty - of course, people are still sleeping this early, only the most adventurous or blondes like us can trade a warm bed for a dubious picnic.

- Mash, maybe, well, him? Let's have breakfast in some cafe, go shopping ...

- No. I have to see Antoine. And if you don't want to help your friend, you're worthless!

- I want it, I really want it. But the situation is crazy. You're twenty-one and acting like a snotty girl.

But you are like a pensioner. Aren't you tired of it yourself? You groan, you grumble, you teach.

- Mash, we live in the real world, cruel and cynical. There is no place here for imbeciles like Antoine. And your attachment scares me, scares me a lot.

Masha gripped the steering wheel tighter and muttered through her teeth:

“Antoine is not weak-minded.

- Yes of course…

The forest met with piercing silence. Thin trees, emerald leaves, flowers and other nonsense. Among the green splendor I feel uncomfortable. Masha craned her neck, trying to see all the bumps and dips in the road. Light "Honda" shook from side to side, the Russian off-road - a difficult test for delicate equipment. Finally, the blonde slowed down. I noted a stocky oak tree to my right and a wide crossroad ahead.

Anna Gavrilova

Don't touch your ears!

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Part one

The morning was wonderful. There is not a speck in the sky, the sun has just rolled out from behind the horizon, but it has already warmed up the air, dried up the dews. There was not a hint of smog in the fresh breeze, and even the aroma of the nearby garbage heap was not felt. A flock of sparrows furiously divided the crust of bread. But, seeing me, the birds threw the precious find and jumped into the sky.

I overcame a dozen meters to Mashkina's Honda and flopped into the passenger seat.

- Hello.

- Hi, Lelechka! - Masha chirped and gave a mischievous smile. - I am so glad!

- I'm not very good. And I don't understand how you convinced me.

- Stop grumbling! - A friend deliberately pouted her lips, but after a second she could not stand it, she exclaimed: - Lelechka, you are a real hero! I didn't doubt you! Not a drop, not a gram!

“Let’s go,” I muttered.

- Of course of course!

Masha straightened up, giggled and began to taxi out onto the road.

“If only we were lucky with the weather,” the friend continued to chirp. “I don’t want to get stuck on this bugger in the middle of the forest. I asked my dad for a jeep, but he fell off the chain. So yelled, so yelled ... And I say: I'm not forever, just ride. And he: no, a blonde has no place behind the wheel of such a car! Sometimes it seems, if it were his will, he would put me on a bicycle. Miser.

- I had to go with a driver.

- Here's another! Masha snorted. “He’ll tell daddy right away. And don’t tell daddy ... He’s nervous with us ...

“You know, in this case, daddy is right.

Girlfriend proudly lifted her chin, predatory glanced around and squeezed the gas pedal. The Honda took off with a nasty squeal, and I was pressed into a chair.

- You just don't have to...

I glanced down at the puffy dress, neat curls and perfectly lined lips. She stated:

- No you do not know. I'm also a blonde, but you ... like fluttered out of a collection of jokes. In the woods on stilettos! Horror!

- Baby, I love you very much. But one more note - knock. I don't go sporty, besides… Antoine, he's so… so… Prince! And I am his princess. I have to match. Always, under any circumstances. Even if the sky falls to earth or Armageddon happens. I don't blame your negligence!

– Negligence?

- Well, yes. You have sneakers on your feet, didn't you know?

- Mash, we are actually going to the forest ...

- It's not the reason! Girl without heels - consider naked! Thanks for getting your hair and makeup done!

I snorted, and Masha gave an unkind look and again stared at the road. But what is there to see? The road is almost empty - of course, people are still sleeping this early, only the most adventurous or blondes like us can trade a warm bed for a dubious picnic.

- Mash, maybe, well, him? Let's have breakfast in some cafe, go shopping ...

- No. I have to see Antoine. And if you don't want to help your friend, you're worthless!

- I want it, I really want it. But the situation is crazy. You're twenty-one and acting like a snotty girl.

But you are like a pensioner. Aren't you tired of it yourself? You groan, you grumble, you teach.

- Mash, we live in the real world, cruel and cynical. There is no place here for imbeciles like Antoine. And your attachment scares me, scares me a lot.

Masha gripped the steering wheel tighter and muttered through her teeth:

“Antoine is not weak-minded.

- Yes of course…

The forest met with piercing silence. Thin trees, emerald leaves, flowers and other nonsense. Among the green splendor I feel uncomfortable. Masha craned her neck, trying to see all the bumps and dips in the road. Light "Honda" shook from side to side, the Russian off-road - a difficult test for delicate equipment. Finally, the blonde slowed down. I noted a stocky oak tree to my right and a wide crossroad ahead.

- And here we were promised to meet.

- Elves? I didn't even try to hide the mockery.

“Yes…” the friend exhaled reverently and beeped three times.

Suddenly, a tall figure in a green cloak emerged from the veil of bushes. The pointed hood stuck out, turning the man into a giant pod.

“Yeah…” I commented.

- Lyolechka, bite your tongue. This amazing man will take us to the parking lot.

The figure slowly approached the hood, bowed and walked along the dirt road.

If I were a guy, I would not dare to step in front of the car driven by Masha. But the unfortunate, apparently, is not aware of how the flighty blonde treats pedestrians.

Do you know this weirdo? I asked in a whisper.

- Yes. This is a junior acolyte of the Order of the Emerald.

- "Orders"? Well, well... Let me guess the name... Legolas?

“No,” said her friend, looking down, “Elrond.

- Wow ... Do they have hobbits in the party?

- Lyolechka, I ask for the last time! Turn off the ulcer! And in general, shut up. Do you want to embarrass me in front of Antoine?

“Don't get distracted, or Elrond will be crushed.

The guy, meanwhile, took to the right, turned off the dirt road. It is extremely unpleasant to drive between the trees, but Masha bravely held the steering wheel and clearly fit into the allotted frame. Here it is - the result of training with Moscow traffic jams. Our guide merged with the surrounding reality and, if it were not for the pointed hood, he would have been completely lost from sight.

Finally, a light appeared ahead. And behind the low arch of trees, from where the Honda jumped out like an impatient squirrel, a spacious clearing was discovered.

The sun gilded the grass and birch leaves. The beams fell in even stripes on a crowd of tents, but they singled out a huge tent - a tasteless tribute to the Middle Ages. There were several poles in front of the tent, each with a colored rag. Like flags at the headquarters, well, well ...

Masha earnestly nodded to Elrond and briskly parked on the outskirts of the clearing. The escort made a disgruntled face, nevertheless helped Mashka get out of the car. I jumped out of the Honda on my own and did not extend my hand to the Elf, but I smiled, almost sincerely.

Elrond was quite handsome. The face is even, the skin is clean, the cheeks are pink. And the eyes are amazingly blue, like sapphires.

Anna Gavrilova

Don't touch your ears!

All rights reserved. No part of the electronic version of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including posting on the Internet and corporate networks, for private and public use, without the written permission of the copyright owner.

Part one

The morning was wonderful. There is not a speck in the sky, the sun has just rolled out from behind the horizon, but it has already warmed up the air, dried up the dews. There was not a hint of smog in the fresh breeze, and even the aroma of the nearby garbage heap was not felt. A flock of sparrows furiously divided the crust of bread. But, seeing me, the birds threw the precious find and jumped into the sky.

I overcame a dozen meters to Mashkina's Honda and flopped into the passenger seat.

- Hello.

- Hi, Lelechka! - Masha chirped and gave a mischievous smile. - I am so glad!

- I'm not very good. And I don't understand how you convinced me.

- Stop grumbling! - A friend deliberately pouted her lips, but after a second she could not stand it, she exclaimed: - Lelechka, you are a real hero! I didn't doubt you! Not a drop, not a gram!

“Let’s go,” I muttered.

- Of course of course!

Masha straightened up, giggled and began to taxi out onto the road.

“If only we were lucky with the weather,” the friend continued to chirp. “I don’t want to get stuck on this bugger in the middle of the forest. I asked my dad for a jeep, but he fell off the chain. So yelled, so yelled ... And I say: I'm not forever, just ride. And he: no, a blonde has no place behind the wheel of such a car! Sometimes it seems, if it were his will, he would put me on a bicycle. Miser.

- I had to go with a driver.

- Here's another! Masha snorted. “He’ll tell daddy right away. And don’t tell daddy ... He’s nervous with us ...

“You know, in this case, daddy is right.

Girlfriend proudly lifted her chin, predatory glanced around and squeezed the gas pedal. The Honda took off with a nasty squeal, and I was pressed into a chair.

- You just don't have to...

I glanced down at the puffy dress, neat curls and perfectly lined lips. She stated:

- No you do not know. I'm also a blonde, but you ... like fluttered out of a collection of jokes. In the woods on stilettos! Horror!

- Baby, I love you very much. But one more note - knock. I don't go sporty, besides… Antoine, he's so… so… Prince! And I am his princess. I have to match. Always, under any circumstances. Even if the sky falls to earth or Armageddon happens. I don't blame your negligence!

– Negligence?

- Well, yes. You have sneakers on your feet, didn't you know?

- Mash, we are actually going to the forest ...

- It's not the reason! Girl without heels - consider naked! Thanks for getting your hair and makeup done!

I snorted, and Masha gave an unkind look and again stared at the road. But what is there to see? The road is almost empty - of course, people are still sleeping this early, only the most adventurous or blondes like us can trade a warm bed for a dubious picnic.

- Mash, maybe, well, him? Let's have breakfast in some cafe, go shopping ...

- No. I have to see Antoine. And if you don't want to help your friend, you're worthless!

- I want it, I really want it. But the situation is crazy. You're twenty-one and acting like a snotty girl.

But you are like a pensioner. Aren't you tired of it yourself? You groan, you grumble, you teach.

- Mash, we live in the real world, cruel and cynical. There is no place here for imbeciles like Antoine. And your attachment scares me, scares me a lot.

Masha gripped the steering wheel tighter and muttered through her teeth:

“Antoine is not weak-minded.

- Yes of course…

The forest met with piercing silence. Thin trees, emerald leaves, flowers and other nonsense. Among the green splendor I feel uncomfortable. Masha craned her neck, trying to see all the bumps and dips in the road. Light "Honda" shook from side to side, the Russian off-road - a difficult test for delicate equipment. Finally, the blonde slowed down. I noted a stocky oak tree to my right and a wide crossroad ahead.

- And here we were promised to meet.

- Elves? I didn't even try to hide the mockery.

“Yes…” the friend exhaled reverently and beeped three times.

Suddenly, a tall figure in a green cloak emerged from the veil of bushes. The pointed hood stuck out, turning the man into a giant pod.

“Yeah…” I commented.

- Lyolechka, bite your tongue. This amazing man will take us to the parking lot.

The figure slowly approached the hood, bowed and walked along the dirt road.

If I were a guy, I would not dare to step in front of the car driven by Masha. But the unfortunate, apparently, is not aware of how the flighty blonde treats pedestrians.

Do you know this weirdo? I asked in a whisper.

- Yes. This is a junior acolyte of the Order of the Emerald.

- "Orders"? Well, well... Let me guess the name... Legolas?

“No,” said her friend, looking down, “Elrond.

- Wow ... Do they have hobbits in the party?

- Lyolechka, I ask for the last time! Turn off the ulcer! And in general, shut up. Do you want to embarrass me in front of Antoine?

“Don't get distracted, or Elrond will be crushed.

The guy, meanwhile, took to the right, turned off the dirt road. It is extremely unpleasant to drive between the trees, but Masha bravely held the steering wheel and clearly fit into the allotted frame. Here it is - the result of training with Moscow traffic jams. Our guide merged with the surrounding reality and, if it were not for the pointed hood, he would have been completely lost from sight.

Finally, a light appeared ahead. And behind the low arch of trees, from where the Honda jumped out like an impatient squirrel, a spacious clearing was discovered.

The sun gilded the grass and birch leaves. The beams fell in even stripes on a crowd of tents, but they singled out a huge tent - a tasteless tribute to the Middle Ages. There were several poles in front of the tent, each with a colored rag. Like flags at the headquarters, well, well ...

Masha earnestly nodded to Elrond and briskly parked on the outskirts of the clearing. The escort made a disgruntled face, nevertheless helped Mashka get out of the car. I jumped out of the Honda on my own and did not extend my hand to the Elf, but I smiled, almost sincerely.

Elrond was quite handsome. The face is even, the skin is clean, the cheeks are pink. And the eyes are amazingly blue, like sapphires.

“Ladies,” said the elf, and made another bow, “I beg you.

The guy's hand pointed to the tent, and he proudly lifted his chin and walked ahead.

Masha hurriedly straightened her curls, straightened her back and glanced at my tracksuit. A look of reproach froze in her friend's eyes. Yes, I also twisted curls and even drew arrows in the corners of my eyes, but what’s there ... I even let my eyebrows down! But the dress and heels? Never! I don't need to show off in front of the "elves"! I'm normal!

Elrond gallantly pushed back the flap of the tent and bowed again. And here Masha's calmness dried up. From a noble lady, she turned into a squealing lapdog, darted inside and, with a scream, hung on Antoine's neck.

I dispassionately trotted in the footsteps of my friend and announced loudly:

Hello elves.

It was surprisingly light in the tent, sleeping bags were spread around the perimeter, and next to Antoine, a group of green pods froze. The elves goggled, glaring at my face, at the pink tracksuit, at the rhinestone-studded sneakers. But Masha has zero attention - apparently, they are already used to her puffy dresses, high heels and enthusiastic squeals.

Antoine, whom I saw for the second time, also rolled his eyes, but quickly turned his gaze to Masha.

Did you tell us who we are? - In the velvety voice of the guy sounded condemnation. The others began to whisper and grumble. New sidelong glances flew into me.

“Sorry…” I blurted out. - Was it a secret?

“Actually, yes,” said Antoine.

Beloved Mashka is a strange type and, if you look closely, he really looks like an elf. Tall, fit, with a beautiful pale face. Antoine's nose is straight, as if drawn under a ruler, his lips are plump, feminine. Dark gold-colored hair covers the neck, flowing. Only the shoulders are narrow and the legs are thin. The elven prince was dressed in an emerald-colored camisole, light green leggings and over the knee boots with spurs. And although he was not wearing a cloak or hat, something vaguely resembling a sword dangled from his belt.

Masha finally unhooked from the prince and rang through the whole tent:

- Meet Olga, she is Lyolya, she is Lyolechka. My friend is the best! And I beg you, don't worry, she knows how to keep secrets.