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After a very long preparation, a group of three set off on their journey.

David passed the time by counting the birds flying by and thinking about his own thoughts.
— You know what? — he said to his companions. — There was this group of wandering minstrels called "The King and the Jester". They performed in many kingdoms. The two main performers used the pseudonyms "King" and "Jester," and the rest played spoons and other instruments. They had a song about vampires. I remember it went something like, "I love to wander and bite tender necks..." — the Koranian pondered. — However, they didn't have a good ending. They went to perform in Vaironia, and the local ruler said, "It's not right for a commoner to call himself a king; cut off his head." All the spoon players were exiled to the northern fleet, but they didn't touch the jester. They say he now wanders alone, singing songs.
— Oh, what made me remember that? In that song, an ordinary man defeated a vampire; he turned out to be clever. And do you know how? He knocked out all his teeth so he couldn't bite. I think we should do the same; it can't hurt.

В тихой однообразной жизни всегда так бывает: каждый отдельный день бесконечно долог, но месяцы и годы мчатся с непостижимой быстротой.

I wanted to offer you some flowers, but a crown would suit a princess like you much better

Смысл жизни в том, что жизнь на тебе не заканчивается