Although he was rude in a completely restrained way, and when a lady appeared, even though it was sometimes difficult to tell the gender of this supposed lady, he even doubted that he could say lady, due to some races having no gender and no female gender.
Some galaxies that lacked the female biological gender, in turn, had psychic pleasures, because they also did not reproduce, they multiplied a lot by cloning after a period of life, so the pleasure was rooted in pleasure zones, where they attracted by virtual machines.
On like that, towards another galactic fortress where he thought it his duty to walk under the woman's window in his kúnaki,12 only in a red shirt, with boots on his bare feet, and scream and curse as loudly as he could, even with his thick voice like an echo from the end of the tunnel.
In which all this was not so much out of the desire to offend her, but rather to show that he had beautiful purplish-blue legs, androgynous beings of that galaxy, and that she could fall in love with him at will, if he wanted to, or many times, at will. night, with two or three peaceful Tartarus galactic kingdom.
When he stayed on the edge of space stations in the galactic regions, on those planets of that galactic region to ambush and kill the galactic kingdom of bellicose Tartars that passed by, and although his heart told him more than once that there was nothing daring about that.
Even if he thought he was obliged to make suffer the races that exist in that galaxy with whom he was disappointed for some reason and whom he apparently despised and hated.
He never failed to carry two things with him: a huge religious image around his neck and a dagger over his shirt, with which he even slept, because he sincerely believed that he had enemies everywhere, that this would persuade him that he should taking revenge on someone and washing away an offense with blood was, for him, the greatest of pleasures.
When he was convinced that the feelings of hatred, revenge, and contempt of the enemy race's species from another galaxy constituted the highest poetic feelings, even that of his lover, whom he saw as one of the races of the Circassians,
Even if that happens, which of course, when I later happened to know her, when I said he was the kindest, most docile man in that galaxy 8 space quadrants ago, every night he wrote his gloomy notes, but also he did the math on a check red handheld laptop and prayed on his knees.
When he suffered a lot just to assume for himself the appearance of what he wanted to be, because his companions and soldiers could not understand him the way he wanted, when once, in one of his night expeditions to space stations, with his kúnaki, happened to hit a bullet in the leg of a colonist of the Techenolis empire and take him prisoner.
Since the colonist of the Techenolis empire thereafter lived for seven weeks at the headquarters of the galactic station of the lieutenant, who tended to his wound, treated him as an intimate friend, and when he was fully healed, gave him presents and left him When he left, he saw no use in an enemy if he didn't show his weapons.
It so happened that after that, during an expedition, when the lieutenant was retreating in a row, shooting at the enemy, he heard someone calling his name among the opponents, while the friend whom he had wounded some time before came forward to a scaly unicorn, inviting the lieutenant, through of signs, to do the same.
He was a man who had pity at first sight, a certain sympathy, even affinity, but he was a treacherous man, he never killed a wounded enemy, he healed them and then faced them as equals.
When the lieutenant went over to his friend and shook his hand, then the highlanders kept their distance and did not fire; but no sooner had the lieutenant turned the scaly unicorn back than some men fired at it, and a bullet passed just short of the small of its back.
Again, happening the other time, I myself saw that at night, in the fortress, there was a fire and two companies of soldiers were trying to put out the fire, in which in the midst of the crowd, illuminated by the red flames of the fire, in which there suddenly appeared the tall figure of a man on a cyan blue scaly unicorn.
With that, the scaly unicorn figure made its way through the crowd and advanced straight towards the fire, following on the edge of the fire, the lieutenant dismounted from the scaly unicorn and ran into the headquarters of the galactic station, which was burning at one end, where following in five minutes later, he came out with his hair singed and his elbows burned, carrying two lovebirds next to his chest that he saved from the flames.
His family surname was Rozenkrants; but he often spoke of his origins, attributed to himself something of the Varangians,13 and clearly proved that his ancestors were pure peoples of the Suzaran race.
About that.
When the Sun of that galaxy, in which it had travelled half of its path and, through burning galactic dimensional space, threw hot rays over the dry land, as for the galactic outer space of black and bluish colour.
In which it was completely clean, without obstruction, in which only the atmosphere of the planets of that galactic region with galactic dust in which it began to dress in purplish blue clouds, beings in which the androgynous beings of that galaxy and lilac.
Even though it seemed that the motionless air was full of transparent dust: it had begun to become unbearably hot as it travelled through that galactic region, where, upon reaching a small stream that ran through half of the space stations, the troop stopped.
Then the soldiers lowered their energy rods, which they threw themselves into the end of a galactic cauldron; The commander of the galactic squadron sat in the shade on top of the drum, his rank in the military hierarchy showing on his plump face.
When each of them sat down to eat a little, next to some officers; the captain lay down on the grass under a company wagon, even as the brave lieutenant Rozenkrants and a few other young officers, settling themselves on cloaks spread out on the ground, prepared for a revel.
That was what they liked most, apparently, as could be seen from the flasks and bottles scattered around them and above all from the animation of the singers, who, forming a semicircle in front of them, whistled and played a Caucasian dance song, with the lyrics in Lezguian:
Each of them sang disconnected words, after all the region of the galactic colony, which was partially covered by the nebula.
Chamil decided to rebel, since it had been... a few years...
Trai-trai, ra-ta-tai… It's been a few years.
Everyone there sang and danced, for a battalion, as long as no one saw them, the party never happened.
Among the officers there was also the young second lieutenant who had passed by us from all who were having fun until the so-called cloudy storm of that sun that showed that morning, when each of them was really very cheerful, in which the eyes shone, the tongue curled a little.
That time, when they wanted to kiss all that galaxy there are eight spatial quadrants and express their love to everyone...
Some of them laughing and saying.
- Oh, poor boy! He still did not know that in such a condition one could look ridiculous, that the frankness and tenderness he showed everyone predisposed others not to love, which he wanted so much, but to teasing.
When they also ignored that, when he, inflamed, finally stretched out on one cloak followed by the other, the hangover would come at a sidereal gallop, in which at that time, the man was leaning on his elbow, and he threw back his cyan blue hair and long, it was extraordinarily charming, in the middle of them, when two officers sat down next to the transport ships and began to play cards.