There are locks to phantoms which all tenants are afraid. Tenants of a den greedy dreamt of these numerous phantoms
which did not see since that moment as the previous den has sunk into oblivion.
Absolutely unexpectedly pig-iron monsters on lattices of a fence with a gnash have curved scaly backs and, having shaken
from them some first snowflakes, have jumped off on the chilled earth. Arriving visitors have not paid to them any attention.
- You get tired for years to stick out here and to wait, when Day of a clan is necessary on a full moon, - one monster has
told, - well, and I remember, how there was I behind the back of Caesar yes whispered to it so, for fun, as it is mortal...
- Not one you from pretorianskoj guards, - has hissed the second, - klinki from a Damask steel at spring fair for a reduced
price I have advised to start up as time.
- As a result - prokljaty both, - has cheerfully finished dialogue the first monster, - have gone to a den, time yes has come to
be warmed to be dried!