Emissaries 1, 2, 3 parts. Complete collection. Nikolay Lakutin

to update the interior and everyday people shamelessly dragged from all over the city their belongings, which are no longer needed.

      Evening at the cabin door Ahorda knocked.

      – Come on in, Archinus, glad you to see – one through the door overbearing voice.

      Archinus came in with a tray of different dishes, he was dressed no worse than the sheikhs of the frontier destinies.

      – Divide this modest dinner, friend? peace said Archinus, performing unusual and awkward bow.

      –How did you do that? after a silent meal, suddenly asked Archinus, pulling out his coin.

      Achard stood at the window and enthusiastically began to look somewhere in the sky. He so closely watched, that Archinus forgetting about his issue,, too, hurried to window, in the hope see there something an unusual. However, when he came up and looked at the sky, he saw nothing but a few clouds. He looked accusingly at Akorda, chewed his lower lip and headed towards the door, when suddenly I heard:

      – Turning the coin tanks was a lot harder than turning the trash into money.

      The archinus stopped. Tried to comprehend, but all his attempts were in vain. He sat back down, poured himself some wine from his waist-length eggplant, and looked skeptically at the window-seat of the Yacht. He, as and above, closely watched on the sky.

      Draining his Cup, the Archinus once again went to the window. Once again I looked at the sky, then at the Yacht, then again at the sky, then again at the Yacht. Then he broke into a smile and fell at the tray, continuing to deal with the gifts brought.

      – What are you going to do next? – again asked question Archinus.

      – You said people need money, wealth, prosperity. Don't you?

      – Yes, that's right – nodded Archinus throwing and mouthful of grape.

      – Well, now, I'm going to give it to your people.

      – I mean, I can count on the fact that now every morning in the trash will be piles of coins?

      Can Ahord modestly replied, not taking his eyes from the sky.

      Archinus thoroughly stuffed belly, filled it all with remnants of wine and without saying goodbye, came out of the hut.

      Two weeks later, each resident of Tyn – Java barns were filled with coins. There was almost no garbage left in the city, the tanks were not filled to half by the evening, and when people came in the morning for money, they took only what they could get at arm's length. A week later, the tanks with coins stood idle without asking. Traders were not interested to come to the market and sell their goods, because in order to make money, they now just had to go to the tanks and take out as much as they want. But they didn't do it either, because their houses were full of coins. Things have changed. Now everyone had a lot of money, but there was nothing to buy them, because the incentive to work disappeared. Local merchants on the square did not, and the newcomers ceased to carry goods, they came with empty carts, took them the coins and went to their homes.

      Food supplies began to run out rapidly in the city after a rapid surge of hunger began to appear.

      The people began to gather on the square not to collect more coins, but to communicate with each other and decide how to live further, where to get food, clothes and other attributes necessary for a comfortable life.

      – You got your wealth, tell me, are you happy? a mighty voice swept across the square.

      The people saw a familiar silhouette.

      Are you devil or God? – one of local leaders in the question expressed the General opinion.

      – And what does it matter if I do your will. The question is more relevant than your desires are guided and what is their nature. Did I corner you by giving you what you wanted? Did I tell you that you need to give up all classes except one – stuffing your pockets and belly.

      – To pockets of claims aren't present, and here with a stomach… – again the representative of the people retorted. People nodded their heads actively, supporting their speaker.

      – Understand. No problem with that either. Right behind You is a wonderful garden, full of fruits, berries and nuts.

      People turned around and saw that right behind the square, on the site of the forest is really fragrant huge garden. People jumped in front of there forgetting about everything.

      Near the garden, people found huge rows of clothes, household supplies, technical means and many more things that had not been seen before. And as the people evinced their greed and ignorance, products and goods in Tyn – Java does not become smaller.

      Two weeks the city was filled with joy and fun. About Horde were all sorts of rumors. Someone worshipped him, someone scolded and cursed, but no one from the city tried to understand his actions.

      – Are you happy? – again swept strong-willed voice over the area in one of the gloomy days, when a considerable number of people gathered here, do not really understand why.

      People ambiguously met Ahorda. His question remained unanswered, because this question is none of the residents himself not asked, and certainly did not think of the answer.

      – You wanted money, You got it. You wanted freedom and prosperity – you have both. Do you want something else? Do you need anything else to be happy? – finished his question Achord.

      This issue has generated a lot of discontent in society, because people realized the earthiness of their thinking and way of life. They understood that they received all that they did not even dream of, but all their desires did not fill the inner space with peace, warmth and the elusive that they so want to know, but it is almost impossible to Express. And since man is by nature ready to blame its imperfection on anyone but themselves the object of hatred was Ahard.

      On that day, the wanderer did not hear a single sound in his address, did not hear the answer and even an attempt to answer, but very well felt the General mood, which day by day began to gain more and more strength. So the power of creation was redirected by the will of the mass consciousness into the force of hateful, destructive and ruthless.

      – He is a devil, a real devil-shouted the most low-developed representatives of the city.

      – He took away from us a way of life habitual to us, without having asked, whether we want it-supported others.

      Is evil under the guise of virtue – shouted the third…

      Just a few days after the appearance of Akorda on the square to a hut, where he settled, began to converge residents armed with tools and fire torches. Their attitude was not the kindest. The day was dark as the torches lit up the wanderer's hut.

      – Come out, satanic scum-furiously shouted one of the inhabitants of the city.

      The voice screaming Achord learned of Archinus.

      People nervously backed off when the cabin door opened and in front of thousands of people appeared in the wanderer. His face expressed genuine calmness and kindness, but there was some raging force in him. Something about him has changed since people last saw him.

      – Did those words belong to you? he turned to the Archinus, coming closer to him.

      – I expressed the General opinion-timidly, but with undisguised rage the recent poor fellow shouted.

      – Is that so? – loudly asked Achard.

      – Yes … Yes – – zagaldeli people.

      – You demonic messenger!

      – Impure force!

      – Demon!

      Cries echoed from all sides. The words of Archinus really if you do not agree, then at least match the mood of the majority.

      Okay, laymen. If so, I'll leave your city in the morning. In my address there is a complaint?

      All were silent, not knowing what to present. The people were preparing to retaliate, but not to accept their dogmas.

      – Well, then I'll