Two hundred thousand! Getting up, fat man shouted with cigar in hand. On the index finger of his right hand flashed a diamond in the gold ring.
The whole state will be to determine Naa, glancing around the burning of unprecedented gaming excitement, expensive ring on the finger of the fat man next to a smoking cigar clamped.
Two hundred thousand! Times! Managing paused. Hall was buzzing as disturbed hive. The unprecedented auction attracted spectators from other sites Auction. Hall virtually empty at a cattle pavilion and equestrian. The crowds of shepherds squeezed forward, trying to take places closer to the ground.
Lord, Who is the greatest? Managing looked expectantly to the bit-com packed hall. Fat man with an expensive ring and little cigar be seen. Just stuck his mustache in a sea of flushed faces.
Who has more? Sounded the voice of the manager. But the hunters are. Little by little, in the hall of oppressive silence reigned. All waiting for the outcome. Call anyone worth more? Will buy anyone else?
I take away all seven to two hundred thousand for each! Shouted the fat man, and then his voice was drowned in the new loud explosion exclamations.
All seven, two hundred thousand each! Times! The voice of the manager
from the loudspeakers was louder hum loudly. Two! Three!
Barely pausing between account, as still equal millionaire sheep farmer from the Southern Hemisphere, Sylvester, according to the riches there. The manager of the Auction ended his account with the words: SOLD!
And Dan was a millionaire. His stern face touched children good-natured smile. Sheep moved by a nagging Naa corral buyer. Dan, pushing the latter into the opening paddocks, said:
Mother, you are always dissatisfied, even now when words are not necessary, and so everything is clear.
You sold too cheap, stupid. A year later, you would be able to help out in
twice the amount. I told you, do not hurry.
You wanted us to be robbed. After all, could Omar Shake. Jeannette, and youre quick on the tongue.
What do you unleash on children. What I do not understand that for the sheep we have
But a fight is brewing stopped the farmer came to the rescue. Swaying from side to side, he approached his sheep are: I am very glad to meet you! Holding out his hand, he said.
Den embarrassed, blushed like a young man. He has long been brought so easily talk to a millionaire. And he reached out timidly.
Sylvester!
In rough calloused hand Den found ourselves soft pads groomed fingers. Cold hard Signet tickled her palm.
Den! Ingratiating smile, introduced himself. Naa cast an angry look on his son.
This is my mother.
Very nice. Curves thick lips in a welcoming smile, Sylvester dropped and turning to the shepherd, said: I ask you to rise to the office of bargaining. It is necessary to make
some documents. They are gone, and the old guard remained in Naa stall, with a viewing platform could be heard shouting manager Auction: Every twenty-five thousand! Two!..
Omar! I want to take a ride on the roller coaster, lets go! My brother has not had time to respond, as Jeannette pulled him by the arm to the Raced at breakneck speed on a steep turn booths. In the little window offices, she bought two tickets, and putting their employee sat
They drove up to the booth behind her slowly climbed into the front Omar seat.
Ah-ah-ah! Jeannette cried, tight clutching his torso brother with both hands! This cabin rushed from the scene in the gap descent.
And, and, and! Softly she screamed when they threw up again to throw in a bend even steeper. Omar as a man held in chair, as if his fathers saddle horse to chase the sheep. Cowardice sister makes him proud of the mans origins. He wanted more and more time on the amazing roller coaster ride. But the cabin stood. Approached employee helped her sister out. Omar got out himself. They walked down the ride on the wooden stairs. We bought ice cream and curiously turned his head around, marveling at the abundance of recreational facilities. Their attention was drawn to the pneumatic shooting range shooting. Had its various prizes for good shooting. Omar longed to shoot. He persuaded his sister and they came closer. The attendant, an elderly man with a kind smile, offered Omar a gun and a handful of cartridgesю Omar was aiming for a long time, choosing the target. Eyes scattered from a variety of animals and all sorts of sizes of dots in which to get. I wanted to immediately hit the most small, but the thought: What if not on target! Stopped, and he chose the circle bigger. He was aiming for a long time, then gently holding my breath, pulled the trigger hook. Dry cotton shot and hit the goal. He shot the first time in my life. Jeannette burst into laughter. Omar proudly looked at his sister, then took aim again, and again hit the goal. He looked at Jeannette, and just noticed next to her tall young man with a beard and mustache, sleek, cleverly wounding him, Omar target. The boy flew into a rage. To tears felt sorry for myself, for my sister, How could she cheat, and even laugh. Oh wait, Ill teach you, cat! He thought gleefully. And the girl that time has forgotten about his brother and chirped merrily with a stranger. Lobster disassembled in a conversation that my sister called stranger Orth. Lobster
looked curiously at Ort. He was a young man of noble appearance. Straight aquiline nose and large sensitive brown eyes gave the person calm, courageous expression. He smiled snowy infectious smile and so trustingly looked at Omar that he stopped sulking and introduced himself:
Omar.
Very nice, young man. Ort!
They shook hands. The iron hand Ort for a moment, like a vise, squeezed a narrow palm boy. From this handshake Omar suddenly felt a mans self-confidence and pride that such a strong person has given him, the little little man, the mans attention. Orth had come with her sister, and when all three of them pretty tired suggested: Jeannette, lets explore the city.
Lets just here. She blushed, glancing at his brother.
And, Omar, so hes coming with us.
The girl sighed in relief. They came out with entertainment site and found ourselves in the parking lot of crews. There among the tents, droshkies and carts stood red pearl color passenger car. His body shone in the sun and was dazzling nor beautiful background motley wheeled transport. Jeannette trying to guess the crew Orts, but he led them farther and farther away, closer to the car. The girls heart flutter, she was scared, and it turns out that this car Orts. Her movements were not as fast, it slowed down, still doubting his hunches. Meanwhile, Orth-farming opened the door, inviting them to sit down. Jeanette looked in dismay at his brother. Orth first climbed into the front seat and looked admiringly at the white-toothed welcoming smile Orts. He filed Jeannette hand, breaking definitively hesitant girls. Girl with a sinking heart, sat on the back seat.
Yes, I almost forgot! The young man said, opening the lid of the box, built into the dashboard. Out of the box he took a piece of blank paper and quickly wrote something on it,
then put it in an envelope.
Dear Janet, I ask you, please, tell, please its your father. He handed her an envelope! I do not want to He was worried, and we wait for you with Omar. The girl took the envelope and climbed out: Could not send the Rock! She thought resentfully! Though one hand, I quickly find my father. calmed herself so she rushed headlong to the shed bargaining. My grandmother showed her the direction in which the father left with Sylvester. Jeannette found them in the bar is already pretty tipsy, with the extreme bar table in a corner, the left from the exit.