Tanya Grotter and the Throne of the Ancient One

Дмитрий Александрович Емец

Таня Гроттер #4

Давненько РІ РўРёР±РёРґРѕС…СЃРµ РЅРµ было таких неприятностей! Похищены основные источники магии: предметы, принадлежавшие РєРѕРіРґР°-то Древниру. Правда, существует еще трон древнего мага, энергии которого хватит РЅР° тысячелетия. РќРѕ беда РІ том, что никто РЅРµ знает, РіРґРµ РѕРЅ находится. День ото РґРЅСЏ запасы магии РІ РўРёР±РёРґРѕС…СЃРµ иссякают, Рё РІСЃРµ ученики отправлены РІ РјРёСЂ лопухоидов. Таня Гроттер Рё Баб-РЇРіСѓРЅ оказываются РІ семействе Дурневых… РќРѕ ничего РІ магическом РјРёСЂРµ РЅРµ может быть важнее драконбола. Р’СЃРµ СЃ нетерпением ждут матча команды невидимок СЃРѕ СЃР±РѕСЂРЅРѕР№ РўРёР±РёРґРѕС…СЃР°. Р?нтригу накаляет то, что легендарный Гурий Пуппер наконец влюблен. Сотнями летят купидончики СЃ цветами Рё письмами! Р?нтересно, РєРѕРјСѓ Пуппер РёС… посылает? Без охмуряющей магии тут СЏРІРЅРѕ РЅРµ обошлось… РќРѕ Таня совсем РЅРµ этого хотела!!!

Дмитрий Емец

Tanya Grotter and the Throne of the Ancient One

Chapter 1

New Chairman of V.A.M.P.I.R

On a cloudy May evening, when raindrops and recently awoken flies were drumming on the glass from two different directions, the famous Durnev family was sitting in the living room. Uncle Herman was holding a laptop on his knees and, with mouth contorted by eagerness, finishing the welcome speech to the 7

All-Russian Conference of Pensioner-gardeners.

“You cannot imagine, Ninel, how crucial this is! In our country only pensioners and home gardeners vote! If they support me, I’ll realize my old dream and be able to run for president! It’s only important that elections be in winter, otherwise these haters of Colorado beetles would slip off to their vegetable gardens!” This was already the third time he explained it to his spouse.

Madame Durneva mumbled agreement. She could only mumble because she was devouring smoked turkey and pineapple slices. Someone had told her that it would be possible to loss weight eating turkey together with pineapple. Aunt Ninel approached the matter responsibly. She stocked a whole freezer full of turkeys and stuffed the refrigerator with pineapples. True, for the time being she had continued to grow fat, but comforted herself with the thought that not all natural medicines work immediately.

Pipa was also not lounging. With her feet tucked under her, she was sitting on the sofa and thoughtfully contemplating with a magnifier the three in her diary, evaluating how to improve it more skilfully to a five. The three was very promising – with a small upper tail. Pipa had already tried using a blade on the three, when suddenly beside her appeared her papa, tired of amusing his brain with pensioner-gardeners.

“Here, let me!” the best deputy demanded decisively. Pipa anxiously looked sideways at her papa and bunched up her eyes, ready to start wailing if necessary. However, the best deputy had other plans. He confiscated his daughter’s blade, skilfully reproduced a suitable trace of a handle, and, after a minute, an exceptionally credible five began to shine in the diary. “Here, daughter! Live and learn!” he said edifyingly, kissing Pipa on the head. Having displayed a dose of tenderness, Durnev turned and again trudged to his gardeners.

“Stop! Hands up!” Pipa ordered, aiming an index finger at her papa’s back. The best deputy stopped and obediently lifted his carrot colour palms up to the ceiling. “We agreed: for each five I get fifty roubles! Forg