Текст книги "Trump is the savior of mankind"
Автор книги: Олег Рыбаченко
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Both the cell phone and the media in the presidential bunker blossomed like shrubs or turned into ice cream. And bodyguards turned to jewelry. The elves asked beautiful transformations without exception – they were aesthetes, but it did not get any easier on the soul. Rather, even on the contrary: this killing beauty oppresses. And especially the feeling of own helplessness. Here you are holding not a cell phone, but a buffet with flowers. And each petal shows a special movie, something that is individual. The pictures show what is happening with the planet. As it is transformed, it becomes glamorous. It becomes beautiful and terrible, in its splendor.
And the Kremlin towers change their shape, and the domes of churches and cathedrals. Although they vary somewhat slower than other buildings, and to a greater extent retain their previous forms. But the magic of the oldest elven people is very strong. It exceeds the power of earthlings and different religions like an atomic bomb with a quiver and arrows. The elves are billions, they flew into space when people were still running around with stone axes, or even earlier, when the monkeys had not yet taken the sticks.
Counting many millions of years, the civilization of elves brought to perfection technological magic. Elves appeared on the ground in primitive communal times, and they were revered as gods. Especially often they liked to visit Ancient Greece, having generated a lot of various legends and myths. However, who on earth did not know the elves before their invasion?
But they decided to take mankind under their control.
The man was developing too fast. Who will give a guarantee that Russia will not master the thermo-quark and thermopreon synthesis will not go into the galactic expanses.
If still delay, then it will be more difficult to cope with rapidly growing humanity. In this case, who will guarantee that aggressive primates do not quell the civilization that has occurred from bipedal cats?
And the elves did not accidentally decide to please the Earth. Behind it stood just animal fear!
But now the panic has swept the Russian president – the elves are already flying around the Kremlin and they have nothing to oppose. Like monsters broke through the lid of hell and found themselves in the cauldron ... not monsters, but the people themselves, which they brewed.
What is possible for Jupiter, then the bull is not allowed. Some elves during the battle openly engaged in love with each other. It is certainly beautiful and attractive. But it's pretentious ... The soil itself changed from the effects of erotic fluids. And on the asphalt grew majestic plants, which were not equal on earth, in brightness and splendor. Then new representatives of flora and fauna appeared. Moved walking trees, showing tremendous power. They, however, no longer met resistance, so practically all the combat potential of Russia went through transformations.
But the huge trees were besieged by churches and cathedrals that were still not affected by the techno-magic. Here the father does not want to turn into a bushes, he crosses himself. And a huge tree, quite aesthetically, slammed the priest with a fist. Well, what will you take from the barbarians endowed with quasi-divine omnipotence. It is necessary to fight the enemy, but numerous trees, with various animals that have landed from starships, are like a demonic invasion. Only priests and mullahs are able to resist the magical transformation. And then not all of them, but only true and profoundly believers.
But such, kill monsters, in more simple ways. Moreover, any weapon has already turned into culinary products.
The president of Russia wanted to call himself a priest, but ... All communications have already experienced magical transformations. And anything, to counter it, it became impossible.
The President was not a deeply religious person. Rather, even he attributed himself to atheists, but never admitted publicly, demonstrating the external reverence of religion. However, I never considered it necessary to resort to the help of a priest when it came to personal matters. But just as she saw it, she received a gift of vision (maybe from glamorous aliens), it was the church that was most resistant to the demonic influence of the elves' magic.
Now religion has shown its vitality. But very unequal forces. Humanity is so young, against the background of elves, traveling in prehistoric times through galaxies.
Here flattering elf-marshal of the thicket slipped through the barriers into the underground Kremlin bunker located at a depth of five hundred meters.
Turned out to be the president. He reflexively snatched the pistol ... And he felt just how the ice cream flowed between his fingers, with what looks like chocolate, only with an even more fragrant and probably sweet. Even the skin you feel the sugary taste of the ice cream into which this pistol turned.
The president, keeping a semblance of calm, which cost him a lot of effort (he wanted to hush in with hysteria and proceed with curses!), Asked the elf-marshal:
– Why are you doing it?
The forest elf asked innocently in the president:
– Is it that we are doing badly?
The head of state, with a heavy sigh, replied:
"You are destroying the planet!"
The thicket laughed and noticed:
– We do not destroy, but decorate the planet! It blossoms literally before our very eyes! It's only you people who ruined your planet! You turned the Earth into a giant garbage dump. The Marshal Elf spoke more and more emotionally. "We made a beautiful garden out of it." All the evil and cruel people have become something beautiful. And you, because you are a local king given the opportunity to turn to something beautiful. And the choice is given.
The thicket smiled broadly, its teeth sparkled brighter than large pearls. – I can, as a forest elf, turn you into a plant or an insect. But if you want to become a jewel, I will turn to Besone, and she from you by choice will make a necklace, earring, ring, or brooch of expensive stones.
The forest elf mocked mockingly:
"As you can see, you have a real choice, unlike your subjects, which you have disaccustomed to elect with your authoritarianism."
The president felt a surge of energy and replied angrily:
– I did not teach anyone to choose. The last election of the head of state passed according to the most democratic law in the world, and more than thirty people competed with many. And the fact that I won is the result of the merits of the entire Russian people under my leadership!
The forest elf frowned, and also angrily, replied:
– Self-confident type ... I'll turn you into a cactus ... Such a beautiful one with flowers.
A girl with petals instead of hair, and sharpened ears, raised, it was, a hand to release a magical impulse, when suddenly flared.
All the premises of the pretentious luxurious presidential bunker were flooded with dazzling colors, and even portraits of Russian commanders in gilded frames blossomed.
A woman appeared, more beautiful than one can imagine. Everything in her sparkled, aggressive perfection. Such, seeing once you will remember forever ... A month under the scythe glitters, and on the forehead the star burns.
The elf-marshal fell to his knees, exclaiming:
"I'm listening to the Goddess!"
Affa raised her proud head even higher and said:
– You see, I have perfectly coped with the operation on the ennobling of the Earth. Mankind has almost rid itself of its craving for violence and bloody vices.
The thicket bowed, and answered:
– Almost ... But it will be soon! Aggressive individuals turn to the beautiful, kind and obedient to maintain their identity!
The goddess turned her eyes to the Russian president:
"I see in difficulty what choice I make for myself ..."
The head of the almost destroyed state replied:
– I do not care ... Radish radish is not sweeter!
Affa affectionately said:
– But I do not care. Given your outstanding mind, I turn you into a precious cup!
The president of the mouth did not have time to reveal how four lightnings struck him at once: red, yellow, green and blue. And instantly in place of man there was a gleaming dazzling precious stones goblet.
The goddess beckoned to her, and the goblet flew into her widely spaced palm.
Affa uttered, filling the container with wine:
"Let us drink to the victory over the Earthlings!"
The thicket also got a cup by magic and, clinking with the goddess, said:
– To continue to contribute to our success!
The goddess smiled and noticed:
– Dark elves-marshal is now communicating with the chairman of the PRC, she will probably make of it a gorgeous hairpin that will serve as an artifact. And Angela will mess with Trump.
And with the American president, and really had to tinker. Trump hid in a Catholic church and clearly did not want to go out, gathering around him a maximum of priests. It was kind of an attempt to protect yourself from magic. And Catholicism as a more ancient religion had a much more stubborn resistance to elven witchcraft than Protestantism.
And as a result, a band formed in which elven magic was stuck. But here a few enchanted trees began to trivial break the cathedral. If you can not win, then it's better to ruin this is their motto.
Elves and smaller, but also effeminate elves rushed around the cathedral, which was turned into ruins.
Druids-bears, divided into hundreds of parts, attacked the clergy and tore them. The roof of the cathedral and its walls were demolished.
Trump desperately struggled against trying to twist his bears. The billionaire president swore at him, and tried to tear off the paws of the monsters. But they were too strong, and did not want to give in, the desperate yelp of the billionaire.
There was a radiant Angel. A light elf ordered the bears:
"Let him go!"
Trump, being at large, again swore a three-story obscurity and tried to attack the Angel. The girl-elf, being a marshal of course, is excellently trained in various techniques. She gracefully framed the bandwagon, forcing Trump to crash, with a paunch about the cathedral's cathedral.
The billionaire president rose with difficulty. His eyes spewed a whole cascade of hatred. It would be some kind of witty scam mocking the president of the world's richest power. Trump emitted such an impulse of aggression that Angela felt as if she had been moved with a baton over her head. The girl jumped back and grabbed at the whiskey.
Trump grinned and began to step on the marshal, holding in his hands a heavy, silver cross:
– That the destroyer of the cathedral, and the murderer of the priests do not like you Divine power.
And how to put a light elf with a cross. That in response as zapishchit, and bounce, as if scalded.
And the billionaire president frowned and shouted:
– May you be forgiven of your sins!
Bear-druids attacked Trump. But felt the touch of the Christian symbol began to smoke, and frightened growl. It really hurt. And even bears are roaring in all their once dried up throats.
The billionaire president, frightened off by the druids, moved toward the Angel. She waved her foot, several elves gave a volley of bows along the Trump. But the arrows did not touch the brave billionaire. Trump as prooret:
"Now I'm really angry!"
And he pounced on the Angel. The marshal barely had time to jump, but the cross touched her leg. The elf boots melted. Her leg became barefoot and defenseless. And the girl herself lost her aggressiveness. I stepped on a bare soles on the church artifact, and felt a burn. And it hurts, because you're just a girl, even for you and twenty thousand years!
Angela howled and fled. She lost, and the second boot and now flashed barefoot, pink heels. How she looked now touchingly more like a victim than an executioner turning human soldiers into lilies of the valley and dragonflies.
Other elves also lost their shoes under the influence of the cross. The girls had very beautiful and seductive legs, impeccable from the point of view of human beauty. And when their bare, round heels flashed, it looked so charming that Trump softened and suggested:
– And let's make love to you! Agree, so all of us will be much better!
Lustful elves became interested, and they prayed:
"Just do not fall us with your mighty cross!"
Trump, lowering the sacred weapon in a conciliatory manner, said:
– I will not!
The girl and the Elf family, getting rid of their clothes, attacked Trump. A bunch of naked bodies intertwined, and voluptuous cries and sighs were heard. Everything became good especially for Trump.
But, for example, Russian Marshal Ovcharov was not at all to laugh. The last bulwark of Russian defense stormed, just cracked down on the Chinese chairman Beson. Black alefica tread on jewelry jewelry, which turned the Russian soldiers.
I entered the hall. Marshal Ovcharov and his generals opened fire on a spinning maid of machine guns, pistols, and other types of guns. The marshal even had a pocket, the world's first blaster. That is, radiation weapons of individual action.
Diamond beads rained down on Beson and the other elves. She literally fell asleep rain of jewelry. The sorceress of the dark forces looked at people with contempt. They wanted to hit it with the help of human weapons. Yes, they elves have long been already in the primary classes of the kindergarten. And what could these little people come up with.
The warriors of Russia turned to figurines, and froze. There was only one Marshal of the Ovcharov left. How to say the last, and for a snack.
Beson grinned with a caress and asked:
"What should I turn you into?"
The Marshal replied sternly:
– You are strong with your hellish magic ... And why are you standing in a fair fight? Can you show me the class ...
Beson grinned.
"Do you want an honest fight with me?" Excellent! Let's have fun!
Elfika instantly arose in her proud nakedness. So she looked even more beautiful and seductive than when she was strewn with jewels.
Her body is perfectly and impeccably measured by earthly standards. The nipples of the breasts are bright scarlet, and very seductive, and the clean skin is golden-olive. She is a marshal girl, she is very beautiful, although she is almost three hundred centuries old. But while the girl is fresh and clean like a daisy. Immortal elves, live, do not age very long ten millennia, but even their lives come to an end.
But Besone still a lot of ten millennia to the end. She is cheerful and energetic and has not yet had enough of life. Now, having remained naked in front of an unfamiliar man, and even an enemy, she felt a spiritual uplift in herself. As it's great and turns you on.
Hand-to-hand combat as it winds!
Elfika and a large marshal of almost the same height, Beson, even a little lower and thinner. Marshal Ovcharov had a black belt in karate and was considered a famous fighter. Therefore he moved with fierce hatred and moved to the naked devil.
But the one has so much experience, and the main advantage in speed. Beson made Ovcharov miss and by inertia fly forward. Marshal flopped, but immediately jumped up.
And barefoot fingers Elfiski grabbed his nose and squeezed like a mite.
Ovcharov screamed desperately, and was tempted to hit the tendon. He did it, but the elves have stronger muscles. The leg of the girl withstood the blow, and the nose of the marshal turned into a plum.
But Beson let him go, and, with a wink, blurted out:
"Come on, attack me!"
The shepherd tried a desperate assault, but ran into a naked, girl's heel in the chest. Tychok knocked his breath, and the marshal fell, unable to hold convulsions.
Beson helped the marshal to get up, and thrust his naked breast into his face. Ovcharov's lips touched the scarlet nipple and felt all his sweetness. It's delicious to feel the body of an eternally young elf. And the marshal was stupefied by such similarity.
Again attempt of impact. The marshal's elf did not even dodge. It's interesting when the fist of the black belt on the carriage will move you across the face. The bodies of the elves are much stronger than human ones, and for Besona this is just an easy massage.
And the battle continues. Ovcharov attacks, and lets in the solar plexus knee. Another blow and the Russian marshal breaks the right-hand unit that has substituted the block.
The dark elf chuckled and said:
"Man is a pathetic creature!"
Ovcharov responded:
– No! This man sounds proudly!
The elf grabbed the marshal by the hair and tilted his head to the grotto of Venus, saying:
"If you'll lick me a tigress, I'll keep your identity."
Ovcharov bit back the elf for the most sensitive place. The girl screamed and threw the marshal away. She was beyond all bounds of anger. The warrior roared deafeningly:
"I wanted to make you my brooch, now you'll be a night pot for slaves."
And the Marshal Elf read the spell. In place of a man, a golden, night pot indeed arose. Elves loved gold, and even servants used it. And so Ovcharov's career ended. But at least he managed to hurt the marshal-elf.
Beson said with fury:
– It is a pity that we are elves are so perfect that we do not cope with the need. Otherwise, I would find you despicable to drink to the end a bowl of humiliation and shame. But let's see what – you will feel when you will urinate slaves.
The elf-general shyly asked:
"Is a night pot capable of feeling?"
Beson smiled ominously.
– In this case, I tried to keep his personality. He will feel everything, but nothing is able to say and do!
A sensual light elven girl cried:
– It's a pity! How cruel it is!
Beson giggled, struck the golden pot with her elegant, bare foot, sang:
– I got caught, which bite!
Alas, the fate of the Russian marshal was unenviable: the last of the military survived the humiliating transformation. The planet Earth was conquered quickly and practically without losses. The planet that the elves visited more than once was captured.
Beson is certainly a bitch, but it was she who staged a safari during the Battle of Stalingrad and began to shoot down German planes, primarily the dive bombers ХЕ-177. The Germans then thought that this machine is defective, but in fact the dark elf was entertained. I shot down hundreds of German cars with magical, invisible arrows, and to the Soviet units that heroically defended Stalingrad, there were fewer enemies and it's easier to fight back.
By its merits, Beson has earned herself the star of the hero of the USSR, but ... She could just as well shoot down Soviet aircraft. She still had
whom to shoot down, and whom to destroy. Lucky then Russian.
But in fact in the forty-first year, in June, several elves just helped the fascists achieve major successes. And also not on purpose – having fun. And the other in the meantime, in the winter of 1941, gave the Nazis a strong light near Moscow.
In general, on land, many amazing events occurred due to the intervention of elves. That's why Genghis Khan conquered China, although how much of that Mongolia? And the Chinese army is not only numerous, but beautifully armed with rockets, guns, flamethrowers. Well, Genghis Khan did not have the slightest chance against China.
However, the elves intervened and killed the more numerous Chinese army. Too entertaining, chose a more interesting goal. They helped to defeat Byzantium Arabs, and Napoleon to seize Europe. But then they ruined the same Napoleon.
Many things in the world of people have made a wonderful elf. But now they have decided: it will be enough for mankind to develop independently. Let them switch over to full control.
But how else can this be done, not through violence. Of a hundred people, only seven, the most calm and kind avoided the transformation. Destroyed the roots of human aggression, the elves left in the quality of servants of hopeless pacifists. And now the human turned out to be incapable of resistance.
Only one Trump was the last bastion of human ability to violence and abuse.
Now he was making love to the elf. But his strength was clearly not enough for everyone and the billionaire president died.
And then appeared Affa, the most beautiful of the goddesses. She, smiling radiantly, offered Trump:
"You're a funny cutie, and the only one who managed to resist us."
The billionaire president frowned and said:
– Yes he could podpalit elfichkam heel! And I'm proud of it!
Affa then suggested to Trump:
"Let me be your personal servant." Keep your consciousness, and you can, like other elves live tens of thousands of years!
The billionaire president, frowning, asked:
– And eternal youth?
The goddess confidently replied:
– And it will be! But first, be a bit like that, as there is an old man. I'm already fed up with my always young, servant-like servants. And you're an old-fashioned pussy, so unusual and funny. But do not worry, you'll feel good all the time.
Trump could not resist the vulgar remark:
"And then you'll extend the dignity to me!"
Affa nodded, answering:
– It's by itself! More fun I will deliver!
Trump wittily remarked:
-In chess, time trouble at the end of the game, in politics from the very first step!
The goddess, who is very familiar with the oldest game, replied:
– In chess, they do not take moves back, politicians do it at every turn!
And then Affa corrected Trump. "But you will not have a time trouble." There is a lot of time ahead of us. You can enjoy almost eternal happiness with me. I will reveal to you the abyss of the cosmic empire, where the elves and many other peoples live. And you will like it with us.
In response, the enthusiastic Trump picked up a rather heavy stomach (in elves such ugliness is unthinkable) and sang;
From the beauty I want, in happiness to live,
To God gave good luck a little!
And together with a nice evening wandering around,
Do not just alarm us!
Under your feet are mugs,
Broke the flower odorless, yellow-red!
And he devoted poetry to his beloved,
So that every moment with a dream was beautiful!
In the sky, clouds, a drop in the palm of your hand,
Kissed you – in the heat sank!
This fire is unbearable to passion,
To suffer suffering, learned to suffer!
Around the desert – it burns quiet,
Drills the temple and pulls the roof off the hinges!
But my dove, you fly to eternity,
And the hassle of wings, I can hear by the wind!
Yes, I know it's true – it's not return,
What was in Eden, we used to be with us!
Pinned to the face, your naked chest,
I need will and great strength!
The cliff above us is gloomy and unfriendly,
And the wind blows, the evil wave gushes!
Wind the whirlwinds in the sky of the loop,
And a flock of gulls – a riotous horde!
And your look has changed and has become cheerful,
We squeezed our hands – the power is a triumph!
There is no break in sorrow, I will be honest,
In a land of great luck we live!
In the mouth I kiss – I'm glad to admire,
And that was not, without meaning conversation!
The booty is shared by the embezzlers,
They will suffer a severe sentence!
And the dull bad weather recedes,
On the horizon, a ray of smoke is painting!
And we were in burning power,
More precisely, I could not express the thought!
Affa radiantly smiled and, patting Trump on the back, replied:
– You are simply wonderful and unique. One and a half million years I live in the light, but I did not see anything funny.
The billionaire president answered in a pompous voice:
"A politician, a legal pickpocket, and Trump is a pocket in law!"
Affa smiled and replied:
– Yes, you do not need me, then you will live ten million years like me, and then you will end up in divine nirvana.
Trump with a feeling of ill-concealed hope asked:
"And will you make me a god?"
Affa rock glittering brighter than the stars of the teeth, sang:
– Everything impossible is possible in our world ... It is not necessary to be cautious ... only in the toilet!
. CHAPTER? 3
Now Trump turned out to be the servant and clown of the goddess Affa. It was quite a troublesome post. The goddess was very fond of tweaking and amusing herself in very peculiar ways.
In particular, she wanted to turn an old man into a boy. Well, it occurred to such a whim, and run it into the city of the elves.
And that is very funny. Especially for the goddess to admire the work of her hands.
Trump, who has become such a jerk is so funny. He wrinkles his forehead, mutters something under his nose.
It does not often happen when an old man turns into a child. Although elves of a particularly higher order can do this. A goddess like this and just once spit.
Affa asked her fool:
"How's the feel of Trampic?"
The former American billionaire president, and now turned to the boy grinned in a childish smile:
– Not bad! I, frankly, feel amazing!
The goddess looked affectionately at Trump and nodded.
"Do you want to stroll around the galactic capital?"
The boy and former president Donald Trump answered:
– I would be happy to see the sights of your capital. When I myself become a god, I will build myself, something even more majestic.
Affa nodded in agreement.
– Well my boy!
And opened her beautiful mouth and ... Suddenly, a fountain of Magoplasma blazed, and Trump's boy embraced the fire of sorcery.
The space is flooded with a flaming, every second flashing flame ...
Hellfire, flashing and devouring all the insides, crushing the flesh. A volcano that burns out everything that is alive inside. How familiar it all is! But this time, maybe hell is real ?! Patience – and here the pain subsides. Donald Trump opened his eyelids.
He thought he saw the starry sky. From a surprise, he screwed up his eyes and then again opened them with an effort. Yes, indeed, he sees a strange starry carpet. An unearthly origin, extremely densely strewn with precious garlands of heavenly bodies. Tens of thousands of brightest stars are blind and stunning imagination. The body seemed to float in a vacuum, not feeling the support. The unprecedented spectacle so shocked the boy and former president that he fainted, disconnected from reality.
When the ability to think again to him returned, he could already control emotions. Under him there was solid ground again, he struggled to his feet.
The spectacle that appeared before him was not for the faint-hearted people. At first the boy president thought he was going crazy. Grand city, the capital of the galaxy of the elven empire, one of the greatest cities of the Babochkazar cluster appeared in all its wildest beauty.
Luxurious multi-kilometer skyscrapers, gigantic temples, incredibly giant statues, cascades of gardens and fountains, glowing devices, huge billboards on which could fit fifty Olympic stadiums and much more. If you add millions of different colorful and extravagant flying machines, then for the seventy-eight-year-old boy president of the early twenty-first century this was beyond all limits.
And yet, Donald Trump did not feel fear. There was an extreme excitement, and even indescribable ecstasy at the sight of such unimaginable
colorful splendor created by the hands of intelligent beings. Everything in this metropolis was grandiose and charming.
A few stars shone in the sky. The brightest pink-yellow star, two green, one blue and two almost invisible cherry-sapphire, which is natural in such intense light. Nevertheless, despite the strong light, my eyes did not cut and it was not hot. The temperature is very pleasant, a slight cool breeze blows.
The president boy, now a jester, walked along the seven-colored sidewalk, the sidewalk framed by flowers, statues, multicolored flashers, crystal-polished tiles. Barefoot, children's soles felt very smooth, even, perhaps, slippery like ice, giving luminescence, but fortunately not too hot surface.
Everything in this futuristic megalopolis was mirror-sparkling and dazzlingly magnificent, even waste heaters were made in the form of exotic animals and birds. They opened their mouths and politely thanked them when they threw garbage. When Donald threw off the melted and warped boot of the mini-elf from the sidewalk, a bird scavenger jumped out of the sidewalk.
She was with the head of an eagle, but disproportionately with a large beak, the body of a striped eggplant framed by three orders of lush petals. Each row differed in color and shape of shoots, and wings did have a mobile coloring video.
A feathered and at the same time a flower scavenger swallowed shoes that had become unusable, and melodically chirped:
"We have no reason to torment ourselves in doubts!" In the whole universe there are no more desperate guys! Throw the garbage these men – Elf bull stranger kill! Elf-bull stranger kill!
Donald was wiggly waved the "scavenger-prima donna" hand and gave out:
– The most amazing thing about a person is that it does not surprise with enchanting, but it's amazing the banal!
However, it is strange that heavy military footwear melted, and he himself did not receive, even small burns. However, the clothes seemed to be not too damaged, although the luxurious overall was lost. But something is preserved, and he is not so ashamed to walk around the city in a smart T-shirt and shorts, normal clothes for a boy in hot weather.
Although he became a boy, Donald Trump, and embarrassed his bare feet, extremely inappropriate in the capital, where every statue, car, fountain, composition, or other construction shone with deafening flashy luxury. As a beggar in the government quarter of the richest New York City, one can not help blushing when someone approaches you.
