Kata's daughter and the prince of marriages read. “The Daughter of the Kat and the King of the Corns” by Oliver Petch. Oliver Petch, Kata's daughter and the king of foals

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Oliver Petch
Kata's daughter is the king of zebrakivs

DIE HENKERSTOCHTER UND DER KÖNIG DER BETTLER

Published in 2010 by Ullstein Taschenbuch Verlag

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Dedicated to the kohaniya Katrin.

A very strong woman will be able to understand with Kuzl.

It's time for a soldier to come into the world,
From three villagers the convoy is handed over to you:
One is preparing for the new one,
Another one, find a woman and have mercy,
And the third one will burn in the oven.

Top hours of the Thirty-Fight War

Young faces

Jakob Kuesl – kat iz Schongau

Simon Fronweser - son of the local doctor

Magdalena Kuzl - Kata's daughter

Anna-Maria Kuzl – kata team

Twins Georg and Barbara Kuisl

Meshkantsi Shongau

Marta Shtehlin – healer

Johann Lechner – court secretary

Boniface Fronviser – the local doctor

Michael Berthold – baker and farm worker

Maria Bertholdt - your squad

Riz Kirchlechner – baker's servant

Residents of Regensburg

Elizabet Hoffman - the barber's squad and the sister of Jacob Kuezl

Andreas Hoffmann – barber from Regensburg

Philip Teuber – Regensburg cat

Karolina Teuber – yogo squad

Silvio Contarini – Venetian Ambassador

Nathan Sirota – King of the Regensburg Zebras

Paulus Memminger – treasurer of Regensburg

Karl Gessner - port manager in Regensburg

Dorothea Bechlein - mistress of the brothel

Father Hubert - brewer under the bishop

Ironim Reiner – headman and mayor

Joachim Kerscher – head of the tax service for Regensburg

Dominique Elsperger – surgeon

Hans Reiser, Brother Paulus, Bozhevilniy Johannes – foals

Prologue

Leaf fall 1637 roku, here

on the stages of the Thirty-Fold War

The leaders of the apocalypse walked in bright red trousers and shabby uniforms, and behind their backs, silent ensigns, majorili in windswept cloaks. There was a stench on the old shabby nags, covered with brood, their swords rusted and jagged from unhealed murders. The soldiers kept watch behind the trees and did not take their eyes off the village where they were going to carry out the massacre at the earliest possible moment.

They were twelve. A dozen hungry, war-weary soldiers. They robbed, beat and bullied - over and over again, again and again. If there was a stench, they might have been people, but now they have lost their empty shells. Madness flowed through their midst until it squelched in their eyes. The conductor, a young and wiry Frenchman in a bright uniform, chewed a splintered straw and sucked the juice through the gap between his front teeth. Having walked around, as if from the pipes of the Budinki, who were huddling around the corner, stretching, we nodded in satisfaction.

- Although you care about everything, there is still something to profit from.

Water spit out the straw and reached for the template, covered with irritation and splashes of blood. The laughter of women and children reached the soldiers. The gangster grinned.

- And women obviously.

The right-hander of the giggling, welcoming young man. Grasping his long fingers into the bridle of his thin chest, he hunched a little, looking like a thora in human likeness. His teeth were scurrying here and there, they couldn’t stop moving for a second. You were no more than sixteen years old, but the war reached your age.

“Crazy, Pilipa, sir,” he muttered and ran my tongue across dry lips. – Only a few things at the Duma.

“Shut up, Karle,” the left-handed voice groaned. He was lying in an unhewn, bearded Tovstun with unraveled black hair, the same as the Franconian - and in a young man with merciless empty eyes, cold like an autumn board. All three were brothers. - Our father, you haven’t learned how to open your mouth, only if you give your word? Lock it!

“Shit on dad,” the young man muttered. - And it’s up to you, Friedrich, to make a mistake.

Tovstun Friedrich mav namir vidpovist, prote yogo in advance. His hand darted to Karl’s neck and squeezed his throat so that the young man’s eyes bulged like majestic eyes.

“Don’t you dare portray our family anymore,” whispered Philip Laettner, the eldest of the brothers. - A few more, you hear? Otherwise I will cut your skin on the belt until you stop calling your late mother. Are you aware?

Having denounced Karl, he became red and nodded. Philip let him go, and Karl began to cough.

Pilip's appearance changed raptically, now he marveled at his brother, who was both sleepy and sleepy.

“Karle, my dear Karle,” he muttered and took another straw to his mouth. - Why should I work with you? Discipline, you understand... Without it, there is no way in war. Discipline and courage! - He showed up for his younger brother and splashed him in the greeting. - You are my brother, and I love you. If you show the honor of our father once again, then I will see you in my ear. Did you understand?

Karl moved. You marveled at the ground and grizzled nails.

- Have you understood? – I know when Pilip sleeps.

“I... have come to my senses,” the young brother humbly lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Philip chuckled.

- That’s it, now we can find a little peace.

Other elites worked hard for taxes. Philip Laettner was their undisputed leader. He had thirty years of fame, having become famous among his brothers, and he became quick-witted in order to lose his share of the game. Even as recently as the hour before the march, the stench of small incursions began to appear. It was up to Philip to do everything in such a way that the young sergeant major would not know anything. And now, during the winter, they plundered so many villages and podviras, although the sergeant major did not protect them with the highest rank. The bottles were sold to marketeers, who followed the carts behind the convoy. With this rank they were always able to strengthen themselves and get pennies for drinking and drinking.

Today's wedding vows will be especially generous. The village in the clearing, nestled among the apple trees and beeches, looked as if it had not been destroyed by the chaos of a protracted war. As the sun set, the soldiers saw new barns and barns, cows were grazing on the lawn, and the sounds of snoring could be heard. Philip Laettner pressed his heels into the horse's sides. She neighed, flew to the dibki and began to gallop among the crooked-red beech trunks. The others went for the pack. The carnage has begun.

The first to mark their hunches is the gray old one, who climbed into the bush to meet his needs. Instead of going into hiding, you will escape with your pants down near the village. Philip caught up with him, swung his sword at a gallop and with one blow cut off his hand. The old man chuckled, and the other soldiers let him go with shouts.

At one point the residents, who were dancing in front of the booths, cheered the Landsknechts. The women with the heather left the patches and packs and rushed forward to the fields, and then to the forest. Junius Charles chuckled and took aim with a crossbow at a boy of about twelve, who was trying to get hold of the grain that he had lost after harvesting his crops. The bolt hit the boys in the shoulder blade, and, not having heard the thirsty sound, fell into the brood.

By this time, a number of soldiers in the company of Frederick had strengthened themselves in front of the other mute cows, caught the wives, and ran to the forest. The men laughed, lifted their victims onto saddles, or simply pulled them by the hair. Philip was now busy with the bawls of the villagers, who were hanging out of their cabins in order to protect their miserable lives and households. The stinks were buried by lantsugs and scythes, the men squeezed the slabs, but all the stinks were heavenly ragamuffins, infected with hunger and illnesses. The stinks might have been able to stab the trigger, but the soldier on horseback was powerless.

A whole lot of khvilin has passed, and the rizanin is gone. The villagers lay near the piles of blood, near the old huts, spread out in the middle of the chopped tables, couches and elephants, or on the street. Tim is poor, but still showing signs of life, Philip Laettner cut his throat one by one. One of the killed two soldiers was thrown into a well on the village square and in this manner the village was made uninhabitable for many years to come. Other robbers at this hour searched the buildings in search of reality and certain values. When we showed up, we weren’t necessarily rich: a handful of ruble coins, a couple of silver spoons, a handful of cheap lances and a chot. Junior Karl Laettner pulled on the white original cloth, as they knew from the screen, and began to dance, singing a merry song in a heather voice. And then, amidst a deafening roar, the soldiers were thrown headlong into the bag; the cloth was torn and hung from him in rags, splattered with blood and clay.

The most valuable thing in the village was thinness: all cows, two pigs, a few and a dozen chickens. It's not a good idea for market girls to pay for them.

And, singing, we lost more women.

The day was already winding down into the evening, and it was becoming noticeably colder in the galya. To preserve warmth, the soldiers threw tar boilers near the built hut. The dry outline and outline on the throats burned away in a matter of seconds, and immediately the tongues of half reached the windows and doors. The roar of the burning place was drowned out only by the woman’s screams and crying.

The wives were rounded up on the village square, there were about twenty of them in total. Tovstun Frederick walked in front of them and met with some old and accommodating people. The old woman began to fight back. Friedrich scooped up the baby doll and threw it near the burning hut. The endless cries died down, and the villagers took a bath, quietly sniffling every hour.

In the past, the soldiers selected a dozen of the most respectable women, the youngest of which was a girl about ten years old. There she stood with her mouth open, wondering somewhere in the distance, and, judging from everything, she had already fallen asleep.

“The axle is so much nicer,” Philip Laettner muttered as he walked around the line of three-hundred-strong village women. - If you don't squeal, you'll live to see the morning. It’s not so bad to live as a soldier’s squad. We want to lose our lives, your goat-legs didn’t treat you well.

The Landsknechts laughed, Karl laughed with a twinkle and a heather, like some kind of divine falsehood in a different voice from the choir.

Raptom Philip froze in front of the full girl. She pulled her black hair, which had swollen beyond everything, into a bun, but now it had become disheveled and didn’t even reach her hair. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen. Marveling at her sparkling eyes under thick eyebrows, Laettner fleetingly thought about the little angry gut. The village woman shook her whole body, but did not lower her head. The rough brown cloth was torn so that one of her breasts was exposed. Philip marveled at the small nipple, which had become hard in the cold. A chuckle ran across the soldier's face, pointing out that he was a girl.

“It’s mine,” after washing the wine. - And for the reshta you can butt one and beat one another.

He was just about to bury the young villager when Friedrich’s voice murmured behind him.

“You can’t do that, Pilipe,” Vin muttered. - I know this is the middle of the wheat, so that’s mine.

He stepped up to his brother and stood right in front of him. Frederick was wide, a barrel, and clearly the strongest, but, unimportant at this point, he entered. Since Philip was fierce, his strength is no longer of any significance. That’s how things went for a while. He was immediately ready to fall out of love, his eyelids trembled, and his lips pressed together into a thin bloodless line.

“I snatched the little one from the screen at the great house,” Pilip whispered. “I thought, in a sing-song voice, that I could climb up there like a target.” So we had a little fun there. Only the axis is stubborn, you need to learn some manners. And in me, I’m guessing, you’ll look better...

As Mitya approached, Pilip’s gaze softened and he splashed his brother on the shoulder in unison.

- Hey, you're radioing. Why is it that the most beautiful women are responsible for the gang? Without this, I would end up with three cows and angry pigs, right? - Philip glanced at the other soldiers, lest he dare cross them. – Do you know what, Friedrich? - continued to live. - Let’s do it as before, as before, in Leutkirch, in the tavern. We play at the brush for the wives.

- U... brushes? - Friedrich was ruined. - Double? Contagious?

Philip shook his head and frowned, otherwise thinking about what was wrong.

“No, I guess it wouldn’t be fair,” he said and looked around for a moment. – Mi Mustache We play at the brush. Aje really? Kozhen here has the right to qiu young granny!

Others laughed and cheered him with shouts. Philip Laettner was a gangster about whom you can never dream. The devil himself, three curses, with a black soul, is in the devil's ass! Junius Charles, otherwise blasen, began to jump in circles and splash in the valley.

- Grati! Grati! – Vigukuv Vіn. - Just like before!

Philip Laettner nodded and sat down on the ground. He took two shabby bone cubes from the meat, from which he had not been separated throughout the entire war, throwing them in the wind and quickly catching them.

- Well, who is playing with me? - Vin barked. -Who? For cows and girls. We care what you take in.

The black-haired girl, who was so thin, was pulled into the middle of the square and sat around. The young village woman screamed most heartily and tried to rush in, but Pilip punched the two girls in their faces.

- Lock it, poviya! Or we’ll give you a hard time, and then we’ll shake your tits.

The girl groped on the ground, hugged her knees with her hands and, like a mother’s womb, pressed her head to her breasts. Through the veil I will unravel and the pain before it, but in the distance, there will be the sound of clinking brushes, the clinking of coins and the laughter of soldiers.

The Landsknechts began to rap in song. The girl knew well. Previously, when the mother was still alive, the stinks would sing on the fields all at once. And then, forever and ever, my mother slept with her on her deathbed. The song was already strange, but now in the mouths of the soldiers who bawled it in the evening, it seemed so alien and terrible that in the girl everything was squeezed in the middle. The words that swirled into the fog made the young villager sad.

That reaper's name is Death,
I have been given the power by God.
Today is the time to cut a braid -
Mow the spikelets again.
…
Be careful, charming little bird!

The soldiers laughed, Philip Laettner chickened out the box of cubes. Once, twice, three times...

Having hit the ice lightly, the brushes fell into the sand.

1

The hvilya overwhelmed Jacob Kuzl and killed him, my cod, with love.

Kat stumbled across the slimy logs, starting to grab everything after sleep, grinding hard until he realized that his feet were thrown into the twisting world. The water is full of hundreds of kilograms, but it inevitably drags it into cold water. From behind him, or through the wall, he heard alarming screams. Kuzl, having drunk his nails into his nails and rinsed his bags, grabbed the flowers with his right hand, having washed them from the logs. Once you have started to tighten up, you need to wash it all the time. With her free hand, she caught the boy of about ten years old, who began to kick and mumble with his mouth. As if he had thrown the boy back into the middle of the raft, and then stumbled into the arms of the old man.

It was important to see the cat on the raft and again sit on the lava in the bow. His shirt and skinny vest were sticking to his body, and water was running down his face and beard. Looking straight ahead, Jacob realized what was most needed. Above them, a majestic wall towered over a forty-foot tall wall, and the slab was inevitably carried straight towards it. Here, near the Weltenburz tisna, the Danube was as narrow as anywhere else. At the hour of the floods, near this turbulent cauldron, death was known to many raftsmen.

- Try yourself, damn it! For God's sake, get ready!

The raft was touched by the chergovy vir, and the kermovy on the bow was applied to the oar. The veins on his wrists swelled with knobby ropes, but for a long time the pole did not collapse even an inch. After heavy rains, the river swelled the rest of the day so that it became so quiet that the miles along the banks appeared under water. The current carried broken branches and torn tree roots, and a wide slab faster and faster than flying on the rock. The edge of the raft was stretched across the rocks, and to Kuzlya the valley of an unacceptable screech. The wall now hung like stone veil over the little people and covered them with its shadow. Sharp vapnyak protrusions crashed into the outer deck and soaked it like a bundle of straw.

– Saint Nepomuk, do not leave us, Holy Virgin Mary, deliver us from harm! Saint Nicholas, have mercy...

Kuzl glanced gloomily at the blueberry, ordering from himself: she was buried in her chotki and in a tearful voice she was silently praying in the dark sky. The congregation of passengers, like godless people, muttered all the prayers they knew and crossed themselves. The Tovstun villager, having flattened his eyes and, sweating profusely, awaiting imminent death, was a white Franciscan monk who often summoned up to fourteen patron saints. The little boy, the drowning man, who had not woken up, who had unmercifully turned a kat, pressed himself close to his father and cried. If the skeleton threshed the bound logs, there would be no more time for food. There are few passengers who can swim, but it would hardly help in the changing world.

- Damn water to you!

Having spat the boat and jumped up to the kerma, which caught everything with the oar, we fastened it with ropes to the bow of the raft. With his legs spread wide, he became a handhold on the raft and leaned on the beam with all his weight. Kermo, despite everything, got stuck in the muddy water. It was as if he immediately realized the horror stories that lingered in the number of raftsmen, about the terrible slimy monsters that lingered at the bottom of the river. Just yesterday, a fisherman told him about the catfish of the widow of five krok, who settled in the furnace of the Danube River... What is there, supposedly, the oar is drying up?

The beam in Kuzl's hands suddenly melted like ice. He groaned and pressed even harder; His wrists, it seemed, might have broken. It began to crack, and the oar gave way sharply. The slab spun around the vira, the remains sank, a silent stone from the catapult, and hurled out of the rock.

As soon as it arrived, the raft rushed like an arrow towards three rocky islands on the right bank. The passengers and passengers screamed again, and the Kermanich rushed towards the Keruvans and turned the ship around. The raft rushed past the rocky protrusions, around which the quills began to kick, the remains pointing its nose at the water, and the unsafe gorge disappeared behind.

- I give you a good word! - The steering wind, through sweat and water, stretched Kuzl’s calloused hand. - Just a little more, and it would grind us under the High Mur, like in the mud. Don't you want to drink at the raft? - Vin grinned and rubbed the meat of the kata. - He’s strong as hell, and he also barks in our own way... Well, what do you say?

Kuzl stole his head.

- Tempting, tempting. I wish you no harm. One more viver, and less viver in the water. I need soil under my feet.

The raftsman laughed. His wet hair shuddered, and breezes flew all over his sides.

- How long until Regensburg? - By energizing the helmsman's jack. - I’ll freak out on this river. Once in ten years I already thought that we were done.

As if looking around: behind the right-hander and left-hander, the rocky walls towered over the river. Some of them guessed about the skeletal monsters and the heads of the velet, who guarded the slaughter of the mortal mortals under their feet. Not long before them, they passed the Weltenburg monastery - ruins, deprived after the war and destroyed by floods. Unrespectful of his pitiful attitude, the mandrika men did not bother with quiet prayer. The gorge that came behind the ruins after the torrential planks was seriously tested for any kind of raftsman, so many of the words, brutalized to the Lord, were not captured.

“Lord knows, the rift is the greatest place on the entire Danube,” Vidpov Kermanich crossed himself. – Especially when the water rises. It’s now quiet and calm, I give you my word. We'll be at the place in two years.

“I’m sure you’re talking,” Kuzl muttered. “Otherwise, I’m not going to break your back.”

He turned around and, carefully stepping, made his way through the tight passage between the lavas to the aft part of the raft, where there were barrels and boxes with vandalism. The cat could not bear to become more expensive on the raft, wanting to be the best and most reliable way to get to another place. You can feel the firmament of the earth under your feet. You can make a booth from the decks, put together a table, and if you want to put up a chisel, you don’t want to hold water in a turbulent current... Kuzl radiiy buv, so soon the hitavits will decide to stumble.

The companions marveled at the new man's greatness. Before these people, farba began to flow again, sometimes praying out of relief, sometimes laughing loudly. The secret boy’s father tried to squeeze Kuzl up to his chest, but turned away from him and grumbled behind the tied boxes.

Here, on the Danube, for several days walking around their home, neither the passengers nor the team of raftsmen knew that they were coming from Schongau. The helmsman on the bow was spared. As if they were a little angry that they could fix the slab for their help, the poor girl was kicked out of the guild in a sing-song manner. Kuzl felt that in some regions it was important to get to the kata or to marvel at the new one.

He allegedly climbed onto a barrel filled with salted sessile and began to fill his pipe. After the famous Weltenburz, the Danube became wide again. The town of Kelheim appeared, and the barges began to scurry around, so close to the raft that they could barely reach them. At the outskirts of the river there was a skiff, from which a violin was heard, accompanied by the sound of buboes. Immediately behind the skiff there are wide slabs, hangings of wood, yew and chains. The flooring of the axles was under its own vanity, so that pine needles were dumped onto the plank deck hour after hour. In the middle of the ship, in front of our broken-up hut, the raftsman stood and rang the bells immediately, if in the unsafe proximity of the new strait, some chaven.

Letting go of the gloomy Dima in the blue, perhaps the gloomy summer sky and having tried, I would like to not think about the sumptuousness that caused the price to go up. Six days have passed since Schongau took leaves of distant Regensburg. The message praised him much more strongly, but he didn’t want to show it to his household. His young sister Elizabeth, who had long ago lived with a barber in the imperial city, became seriously ill. The leaf spoke about swelling in the stomach, sickly pains and black vision. In the disorderly rows, the son-in-law asked Kuzl to come to Regensburg as soon as possible, not knowing how much longer it would be possible to extend Elizabeth. Then he rummaged through the shawl, collecting the St. John's wort, poppy and arnica in a bag and crushing it with the first raft to the mouth of the Danube. Like a cat, I was in a hurry to take away my place without permission, but Kuzl spit on this fence. Let Secretary Lechner wish you the fourth day after returning - his sister’s life was important to him. As if they did not trust ancient doctors: the stench, which was greater than everything, would have given Elizabeth shelter until she died like a drowned man. If you can help your sister, then only yourself, and no one else.

Kat Shongau, hammering and liking - both in this and in the other, reached unprecedented heights.

- Hey, hello! Would you like to drink from us?

Kuzl straightened up and raised his eyes: one of the raftsmen reached out to him. As if he had grabbed his head and put a black droplet on his head so that the sun would not blind him. Behind the wide fields one could see a dirty nose, and beneath it there was a long pipe. In this case, Kuzl carefully kept watch for his companions and raft drivers; stinks piled up in the middle of the drawers, and their skins drank mycelium infusions in order to overcome the staleness they had experienced. Kat was tormented in thought; an intrusive thought, a nibbling midge, circling in your information. And in the circle under the skeleton, she deprived him of peace for almost an hour.

From the very beginning of the trip, Kuzl had the feeling that he was being watched.

I couldn’t say anything melodious. He relied more on his sensitive and rich evidence, which he received at the hour of his time as a soldier in the Great War: between the shoulder blades the ice began to pierce like a rapture. Kuzl did not show up, who followed him with any method, but the itching did not pass.

Jacob looked around. In addition to two Franciscans and a monk, the passengers included mandarin craftsmen and apprentices, as well as a few poor merchants. At one time, Kuzl gathered three to twenty people; all the stinks were located on five rafts, which were straightened out in a column one by one. From the Danube you could reach Vidnya in just one year, and in three years you could reach the Black Sea. At night, the flesh was tied to the white shores, people collected riches, exchanged news and told about the past, expensive trips. One little Kuzl, not knowing anyone, sat on the sidelines with his ears, so that he had nothing left to waste - all the same, he smacked the rich present wines with the balaquchi fools. From our place in the distance, we spent our days keeping an eye on the men and women as they basked in the riches, drank cheap wine and ate lamb. And immediately aware of his own gaze, which was following him unconcernedly. The axis and now between the shoulder blades of him were itching, so much so that a particularly annoying beetle had crawled under his shirt.

Sitting on the barrel, Kuzl swung his legs and showed with all his eyes how bored he was. Having refilled the cradle and marveled at the shore, he was struck by the play of the children who were waving from the slope.

And then he turned his head back and forth.

He suddenly shifted his gaze. The look of a kermov, like a keruv with an oar at the stern part of the raft. As far as I remember Kuzl, this people had eaten before them at Schongau. Tall and broad-shouldered raftsman in size without compromising the cut. The majestic lives for the first time in a blue jacket, fastened with a belt with a copper buckle, and his trousers are tucked into high-cut freebies for handiness. On the belt hangs a mislived bottom at the elbow with a long length, crowning the head with such love with rafts of drops with short brims. Ale fell most powerfully into the eye of the blatant stranger. The right half of your body is smeared with scattered scars and messy stains - perhaps a memory of the pains of pain. The eye was covered by a bandage, and under it, from the neck and right up to the chin, a red scar stretched, looking like a crumbly fat worm.

Kuzl’s first instinct was to feel that in front of him there was not a face at all, but an animal’s face.

The face is twisted with hatred.

The morning passed, and the Kermanich again marveled at his oar. Having turned out of the kata, there was no contact between them and any clear vision.

In the memory of Kuzl, having mined the image from the past, he didn’t get around to digging in for it. The Danube lazily carried Jacob's water, and at the same time they carried the word with them. The innocence has become deprived.

Where the hell take it?..

Kuzl knew this person. I didn’t realize it, but it just seemed like a flash. Being a soldier in the war, he killed a lot of people. Cowards and brave men, heroes and soldiers, the killing of their victims - the war saved the minds of many of them. The only thing that Kuzl could say with pride: the person who lazily grabbed the oar for just a few minutes was not safe. Cunning and careless.

Kuzl stealthily adjusted the club that hung on his belt. Whatever the case, there is still no reason to worry. There were a lot of people talking about kata.

Once they landed on the shore near the small village of Prüfening, the route to Regensburg was only a few miles away. They laughed, threw the bag of faces over their shoulders and waved goodbye to the raftsmen, merchants and artisans. As this stranger knows nothing about the scorched faces and the truth behind him, now his actions will come to a head. The raft is kermovy, which means that until the stench docks at Regensburg, it is simply impossible to get off the raft. The raft driver actually looked at his new good eye and seemed to be ready to jump after him onto the small pier - but then, perhaps, changed his mind. He threw a last, kind of hateful glance at Kuzl, which no one had noticed, and went back to work - wrapping the stopper at the pier with a thin, slimy rope.

The raft stood there for an hour, moored, having taken on board a number of mandrels, who followed the route to Regensburg, after which it finally arrived and lazily made its way to the imperial place, all of which had already appeared on the horizon.

Kat stood up, marveling at the raft, and whistling the lustful march, straightening along the narrow road to the bottom. Nezabar lost the village behind, right-handed and left-handed stretched out the fields of wheat that swayed in the wind. Once the boundary stone was passed and the cordon was crossed, the territory of Bavaria ended and the war of the imperial city of Regensburg began. Dosi Yako, having known the illustrious place only from revelations. Regensburg was placed next to the largest places in Germany and was subordinated directly to the emperor. According to reports, the Reichstag, where princes, dukes and bishops lived and carried out the empire's share, received the title of the Reichstag.

Having now seen the high walls and towers in the distance, Kuzl rapped terribly in his surroundings. Kat Schongau felt at ease with the great world: he had enough of the Sonnenbräu tavern just behind the church, the green Lech and the dense Bavarian forests.

It was a hot, sickly afternoon, the sun was burning right above my head, and the wheat was shining with gold under its exchange. Far away on the horizon the first gloom of a thunderstorm loomed. The right-handed man had a huge hump hanging over the fields, with tall heads walking from side to side. Overgrown trenches still preserved the memory of the Great War. Kat was no longer alone on the road for a long time. The carts rumbled, the hills flew past, and the villagers' carts were unnecessarily pulled from the surplus forces. A large stream of people with noise and screams reached the place and gathered at once under the high gates of the entrance wall. Among the poor villagers in linen shirts and khustkas, celebrants, pilgrims and wives, Kuzl time and time again noted the luxuriously adorned nobles who rode the stallions and paved the way across the river.

Jacob frowned and marveled at the shtovkhanina. It looks like one of these Reichstags is about to begin again. Kuzl settled down on the long floor that hung in front of the gate, and began to wait to let him through to the place. Judged from shouts and likes, on the right it collapsed above, below began to ring.

- Hey, kalanche! How is it breathing up there?

Kuzl realized that these words were addressed to you, and took pity on the short villager. Having glanced at the revelation of the kata in a frown, he wasted away inadvertently, but still continued.

- Can you wonder what’s there in front? - Having drunk the wine, he chuckled timidly. “I take the beetles to the market twice a week: on Thursdays and on Saturdays. I've never seen such a lot before.

The cat hung up on the shkarpetki: in this manner, it stood a good two heads above the departed ones. Before the thief, Kuzl was surprised by at least six guards. From everyone who comes to the place, the stench was pulled together and the coins were put in a tin box. Amid the loud protests of the villagers, the soldiers time and again raised their swords at the carts of grain, straw and beet, otherwise they would shoot everyone down.

“They’re checking the cart of leather,” Kat muttered and glanced sadly at the villager. - Isn’t the emperor in charge of this place, why is there such bedlam here?

Oliver Petch

Kata's daughter is the king of zebrakivs

Dedicated to the kohaniya Katrin.

A very strong woman will be able to understand with Kuzl.

It's time for a soldier to come into the world,
From three villagers the convoy is handed over to you:
One is preparing for the new one,
Another one, find a woman and have mercy,
And the third one will burn in the oven.

Top hours of the Thirty-Fight War

Young faces

Jakob Kuesl - kat iz Schongau

Simon Fronweser - son of the local doctor

Magdalena Kuzl - Kata's daughter

Anna-Maria Kuzl - kata squad

Twins Georg and Barbara Kuisl

Meshkantsi Shongau

Marta Shtehlin – healer

Johann Lechner – court secretary

Boniface Fronviser - local doctor

Michael Berthold - baker and farm worker

Maria Bertholdt - your squad

Rez Kirchlechner - baker's servant

Residents of Regensburg

Elizabeth Hoffman - the barber's squad and the sister of Jacob Kuezl

Andreas Hoffmann - barber from Regensburg

Philip Teuber - Regensburg cat

Karolina Teuber – yogo squad

Silvio Contarini – Venetian Ambassador

Nathan Sirota – King of the Regensburg Zebras

Paulus Memminger - treasurer of Regensburg

Karl Gessner - port manager in Regensburg

Dorothea Bechlein - mistress of the brothel

Father Hubert - brewer under the bishop

Ironim Reiner - headman and town councilor

Joachim Kerscher – head of the Regensburg tax service

Dominique Elsperger – surgeon

Hans Reiser, Brother Paulus, Bozhevilniy Johannes - foals

Leaf fall 1637 roku, here

on the stages of the Thirty-Fold War

You care about everything, you still have something to profit from.

Water spit out the straw and reached for the template, covered with irritation and splashes of blood. The laughter of women and children reached the soldiers. The gangster grinned.

And women obviously.

You're crazy, Pilipa, right, - the wine bleeds and runs over dry lips. - Only a few things at the Duma.

Shut up, Karle,” the left-handed voice groaned. He was lying in an unhewn bearded man with untidy black hair, the same as the Franconian - and in a young man with merciless empty eyes, cold like an autumn board. All three were brothers. - Our Father, haven’t you learned to open your mouth when you give your word? Lock it!

“Shit on your dad,” the young man muttered. - And it’s up to you, Friedrich, to make a mistake.

Tovstun Friedrich mav namir vidpovist, prote yogo in advance. His hand darted to Karl’s neck and squeezed his throat so that the young man’s eyes bulged like majestic eyes.

Having denounced Karl, he became red and nodded. Philip let him go, and Karl began to cough.

Pilip's appearance changed raptically, now he marveled at his brother, who was both sleepy and sleepy.

Karl, my dear Karl,” he mumbled and took another straw to his mouth. - Why should I work with you? Discipline, you understand... Without it, there is no way in war. Discipline and courage! “Vin approached his younger brother and gave him a good-bye. - You are my brother, and I love you. If you show the honor of our father once again, then I will see you in my ear. Did you understand?

Karl moved. You marveled at the ground and grizzled nails.

Have you understood? - I know when Pilip sleeps.

“I… have come to my senses,” the young brother humbly lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Philip chuckled.

That's it, now you can find a little peace.

The most valuable thing in the village was thinness: all cows, two pigs, a few and a dozen chickens. It's not a good idea for market girls to pay for them.

And, singing, we lost more women.

The axle is better this way,” muttered Philip Laettner as he walked around the line of three-hundred-strong village women. - If you don't squeal, you'll live to see the morning. It’s not so bad to live as a soldier’s squad. We want to lose our lives, your goat-legs didn’t treat you well.

The Landsknechts laughed, Karl laughed with a twinkle and a heather, like some kind of divine falsehood in a different voice from the choir.

This is mine, - after washing the wine. - And for the reshta you can butt one and beat one another.

He was just about to bury the young villager when Friedrich’s voice murmured behind him.

Don’t go like that, Pilipa,” Vin muttered. - I know this is the middle of the wheat, so that’s mine.

“I took the little one from the screen to the great budinka,” Pilip whispered. “I thought, in a sing-song voice, that I could climb up there like a target.” So we had a little fun there. Only the axis is stubborn, you need to learn some manners. And in me, I’m guessing, you’ll look better...

As Mitya approached, Pilip’s gaze softened and he splashed his brother on the shoulder in unison.

Hello, you're radioing. Why is it that the most beautiful women are responsible for the gang? Without this, I would end up with three cows and angry pigs, right? - Philip glanced at the other soldiers, lest he dare cross them. - Do you know what, Friedrich? - continued to live. - Let’s do it as before, as before, in Leutkirch, at the tavern. We play at the brush for the wives.

U... brushes? - Friedrich lost his lips. - Double? Contagious?

Philip shook his head and frowned, otherwise thinking about what was wrong.

“No, I guess it wouldn’t be unfair,” he said and looked around for a moment. - Mi Mustache We play at the brush. Aje really? Kozhen here has the right to qiu young granny!

Grati! Grati! - vigukuvav. - Just like before!

Well, who is playing with me? - Vin barked. -Who? For cows and girls. We care what you take in.

Lock it, poviya! Or we’ll give you a hard time, and then we’ll shake your tits.

That reaper's name is Death,
I have been given the power by God.
Today is the time to cut a braid -
Mow the spikelets again.
…
Be careful, charming little bird!

The soldiers laughed, Philip Laettner chickened out the box of cubes. Once, twice, three times...

Having hit the ice lightly, the brushes fell into the sand.

The hvilya overwhelmed Jacob Kuzl and killed him, my cod, with love.

Get rid of it, damn it! For God's sake, get ready!

Saint Nepomuk, do not leave us, Holy Virgin Mary, deliver us from harm! Saint Nicholas, have mercy...

Damn water to you!

I wish you a good word! - The steering wind was clear from the sweat and water and stretched Kuzl’s calloused hand. - Just a little more, and we would have been ground under the Vysokyi Mur, like in the shallows. Don't you want to drink at the raft? - Vin grinned and rubbed the meat of the kata. - He’s strong as hell, and he also barks in our own way... Well, what do you say?

Kuzl stole his head.

Tempting, obvious. I wish you no harm. One more viver, and less viver in the water. I need soil under my feet.

The raftsman laughed. His wet hair shuddered, and breezes flew all over his sides.

How long until Regensburg? - having drunk stern wine. - I’ll freak out on this river. Once in ten years I already thought that we were done.

As if looking around: behind the right-hander and left-hander, the rocky walls towered over the river. Some of them guessed about the skeletal monsters and the heads of the velet, who guarded the slaughter of the mortal mortals under their feet. Not long ago they passed the monastery of Weltenburg - ruins deprived after the war and destroyed by floods. Unrespectful of his pitiful attitude, the mandrika men did not bother with quiet prayer. The gorge that came behind the ruins after the torrential planks was seriously tested for any kind of raftsman, so many of the words, brutalized to the Lord, were not captured.

Lord knows, the rift is the greatest place on the entire Danube, - Vidpov Kermanich and crossed. - Especially when the water rises. It’s now quiet and calm, I give you my word. We'll be at the place in two years.

Oliver Petch

Kata's daughter is the king of zebrakivs

DIE HENKERSTOCHTER UND DER KÖNIG DER BETTLER

Published in 2010 by Ullstein Taschenbuch Verlag

* * *

Dedicated to the kohaniya Katrin.

A very strong woman will be able to understand with Kuzl.

It's time for a soldier to come into the world,
From three villagers the convoy is handed over to you:
One is preparing for the new one,
Another one, find a woman and have mercy,
And the third one will burn in the oven.

Top hours of the Thirty-Fight War

Young faces

Jakob Kuesl – kat iz Schongau

Simon Fronweser - son of the local doctor

Magdalena Kuzl - Kata's daughter

Anna-Maria Kuzl – kata team

Twins Georg and Barbara Kuisl

Meshkantsi Shongau

Marta Shtehlin – healer

Johann Lechner – court secretary

Boniface Fronviser – the local doctor

Michael Berthold – baker and farm worker

Maria Bertholdt - your squad

Riz Kirchlechner – baker's servant

Residents of Regensburg

Elizabet Hoffman - the barber's squad and the sister of Jacob Kuezl

Andreas Hoffmann – barber from Regensburg

Philip Teuber – Regensburg cat

Karolina Teuber – yogo squad

Silvio Contarini – Venetian Ambassador

Nathan Sirota – King of the Regensburg Zebras

Paulus Memminger – treasurer of Regensburg

Karl Gessner - port manager in Regensburg

Dorothea Bechlein - mistress of the brothel

Father Hubert - brewer under the bishop

Ironim Reiner – headman and mayor

Joachim Kerscher – head of the tax service for Regensburg

Dominique Elsperger – surgeon

Hans Reiser, Brother Paulus, Bozhevilniy Johannes – foals

Leaf fall 1637 roku, here

on the stages of the Thirty-Fold War

- Although you care about everything, there is still something to profit from.

Water spit out the straw and reached for the template, covered with irritation and splashes of blood. The laughter of women and children reached the soldiers. The gangster grinned.

- And women obviously.

“Crazy, Pilipa, sir,” he muttered and ran my tongue across dry lips. – Only a few things at the Duma.

“Shit on dad,” the young man muttered. - And it’s up to you, Friedrich, to make a mistake.

Tovstun Friedrich mav namir vidpovist, prote yogo in advance. His hand darted to Karl’s neck and squeezed his throat so that the young man’s eyes bulged like majestic eyes.

Having denounced Karl, he became red and nodded. Philip let him go, and Karl began to cough.

Pilip's appearance changed raptically, now he marveled at his brother, who was both sleepy and sleepy.

Karl moved. You marveled at the ground and grizzled nails.

- Have you understood? – I know when Pilip sleeps.

“I... have come to my senses,” the young brother humbly lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Philip chuckled.

- That’s it, now we can find a little peace.

Kata's daughter is the king of zebrakivs Oliver Petch

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About the book “Kat’s Daughter and the King of the Coons” by Oliver Petch

Jakob Kuesl is a dirty cat from the ancient Bavarian town of Schongau. Justice must be administered with your own hands. The townspeople are afraid and hate Jacob, because the kata is like the devil...

Serpen 1662 roku. Kat from Schongau Jakob Kuesl arrived in the imperial city of Regensburg to see his ill sister. Just after crossing the threshold of the ominous alarm, a terrible picture greeted everyone’s eyes. That sister is a man with thick, hairy blood, endless empty eyes, gaping wounds on her neck... And the guards ran away from the booths and Kuzlya disappeared as if he had been killed. Miska is happy with cakes and intends to knock him out of his new life. And now I think I will have the opportunity to experience the mastery of my Regensburg colleague... Kuzl has no doubt: whoever substituted him. Who - and why?.. It is possible that only his daughter Magdalena will get to the bottom of the truth and tell her father in the face of cruel death...

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Dedicated to the kohaniya Katrin.

A very strong woman will be able to understand with Kuzl.

Jakob Kuesl - kat iz Schongau

Simon Fronweser - son of the local doctor

Magdalena Kuzl - Kata's daughter

Anna-Maria Kuzl - kata squad

Twins Georg and Barbara Kuisl

Meshkantsi Shongau

Marta Shtehlin – healer

Johann Lechner – court secretary

Boniface Fronviser - local doctor

Michael Berthold - baker and farm worker

Maria Bertholdt - your squad

Rez Kirchlechner - baker's servant

Residents of Regensburg

Elizabeth Hoffman - the barber's squad and the sister of Jacob Kuezl

Andreas Hoffmann - barber from Regensburg

Philip Teuber - Regensburg cat

Karolina Teuber – yogo squad

Silvio Contarini – Venetian Ambassador

Nathan Sirota – King of the Regensburg Zebras

Paulus Memminger - treasurer of Regensburg

Karl Gessner - port manager in Regensburg

Dorothea Bechlein - mistress of the brothel

Father Hubert - brewer under the bishop

Ironim Reiner - headman and town councilor

Joachim Kerscher – head of the Regensburg tax service

Dominique Elsperger – surgeon

Hans Reiser, Brother Paulus, Bozhevilniy Johannes - foals

Leaf fall 1637 roku, here

on the stages of the Thirty-Fold War

You care about everything, you still have something to profit from.

Water spit out the straw and reached for the template, covered with irritation and splashes of blood. The laughter of women and children reached the soldiers. The gangster grinned.

And women obviously.

You're crazy, Pilipa, right, - the wine bleeds and runs over dry lips. - Only a few things at the Duma.

“Shit on your dad,” the young man muttered.