Review Witcher 3 with an attempt on literature

Everyone who was at least somehow connected with amusing art has heard about the new staging of the history of the white-haired witch. They heard only the good-that, they say, the tale there is almost better than that of the craftsman of the cradle, and the witcher is just as real, and even sorceresses, sorceresses.

But still doubted, they were afraid to invest money. And Yaske had to defend art.

– History, you say, good? – A man, a soundly dressed, obviously having Orena behind his bosom, suspiciously frowned his eyebrows.

Yaska with an unusual for a red -luggage nodded with energy.

– The most! Everyone will have it to taste, everything in it is: adventures as in legends and a mystery, which does not let go to the very end, and the work of the Witcher, dangerous. Love is also where without it.

The wrinkle between other people’s eyebrows was slightly smoothed. Apparently, I liked the fact that Yaska said. He noticed – and continued with doubled fervor.

-Master Lutik himself said: exactly the herald, just like a real. And yenna, sorceress that is. And … many who, in general. Not characters, people as it are. In an hour you will worry about your family, I give a tooth.

A man thoughtfully bit his cheek. It is a pity for him to part with his blood, this is visible. Yes, and no wonder – for that thousand with a quarter of the eagles that Yaska requested, you can eat a week to eat a week.

– But what is the buttercup! – He threw up his hands, almost pouring beer. – The master Andrzej himself would not have written better, – and specified right there, just in case. – This is the one that the story of Geralt began.

The man looked unexpectedly with interest. Sound -up I was caught.

– Last time, too, almost the stars from the sky promised. But it turned out,-he spat on the floor, clearly showing his attitude to what was there still in the end.

He sighed inaudibly; With such, blowing into the water after barely warm milk, it was more difficult.

“Nah,” he said, preventing the man from falling out. – This time the story will be really big. Yes, you yourself look, some.

And put the five on the table to count it was more shameful.

– Velen with his swamps. White Garden. Novigrad. The same is the same. I will not disclose everything, but it is already good.

The man squinted, trying to recall what was Casinotikitaka in the previous production, which was sonorously called the «killer of the kings» and at one time also made a lot of noise. Judging by the face, he came to the conclusions useful for Yask.

“And most importantly, it’s not that there is a lot of space,” he continued enthusiastically, not giving time to think, “the main thing is that it is saturated. Something happens everywhere, some story is happening. Even while the witcher will jump from one village to another, and then you do not get bored.

The man grunted incredulously, thoughtlessly applying to beer. It is understandable, in general. Yaska heard that in recent years the people began to serve such productions, where the spaces are in, and stories with a goose gul, also monotonous. As you want, so entertain yourself, called. It’s not like water – you will start to blow on anything, if only not to get caught again.

– You better tell me, again the witcher will wave two pieces?

Yask was frowned with an exacerbated.

“You will say too, dear,” he shook his head, expressing his extreme disapproval. Even crossed his arms on his chest. – Two pieces, ha.

A man faded, as if realizing that he had come on a sick corn.

– legendary witcher blades obtained in forgotten caches and tombs! – unable to resist, waved his fist, as if by the same sword. And then added a weekly. – And also batons, axes, karabeles, crossbows. We will not subtract bombs and signs either. And alchemy.

The man grunted, as if not knowing whether to take him seriously.

“And this time, the witcher really would look like a witcher in fights, and not a rotten deck,” Yaska summed up, remembering a claim to the previous statement. – You will definitely not be bored.

A man thoughtfully tapped his fingers in a circle. He squinted his eyes to Yaska, carefully as if he wanted to ask, but did not know how to approach. He grinned knowingly, he threw himself:

– And women are a sight for sore eyes. That stately Jennifer, that Triss is funny, everyone will find to their own.

– And in addition there is a sorceress, a warrior with Skelliga, and Elfki beautiful.

And showed his palms in girth, how much. The man was noticeably cheerful.

Thoughtfully applied to the mugs. Yaska Ober hit the beer with the back of the hand.

“And also,” he lowered his voice to turn out like a man. The man leaned closer with interest – we have such beauty, not to admire above the forces, by God. Когда лошадь ведьмачья бредет по дороге проселочной, безлюдной, а солнце садится, и поля окрестные словно море золотое. Or when the wind is fierce trees bends, and above them are zippers, and clouds with color like wolf skins, and look like the Lebanon as.

The man exhaled fascinated. Yaska suddenly felt longing for all this – and the rezing field of the sun, and to the bite to the wind, and the red Novigrad roofs.

“The atmosphere,” he grunted, as if losing part of his fuse. – You will not find such a day with fire in the afternoon.

A man shook his head respectfully. I crumpled more for the look.

And threw all a thousand with a quarter of the eagles on the table. Yaska smiled pretty. And the joyful news of the troupe went to be transmitted – let the tents unfold.

Yaska, fake whistling fake, walked from the folding tents. Something ends, something begins, it’s time to get on the road again and look for customers. Slumed – at the gate stood the old man – the one who counted the Golden. His eyes were swollen.

“What are you,” Yaska clumsily slapped him on the back. The man staggered, but resisted. Only the nose was bluerly squinted. – It’s all well over.

“Yes,” the man agreed Basovito.

They were silent. The man shifted from foot to foot, slowly go back. Yaska slowly dragged the phone, dragged on. I knew what everything would come to.

“It ended well,” he repeated thoughtfully again. And then he jumped up, sadly, with an anguish so. -And then how? If there, ”the man without looking waved his palm somewhere towards the stage,“ such. And here ..

And he looked at Yaska, as if he was not a grumpy red-lug, but a prophet-leobed. Yaska exhausted the uneven red ring. And he said, as not even dozens – hundreds of times before:

-Duc, this story is over. And others – even did not even begin. I heard about the Ophir Prince and man with a stone heart?

A man shook his head. He was dawn in his swollen eyes.

“Baba pour tears from her, only collect buckets,” he said confidentially. – And about Tussent and the monster, so terrible that the princess of their knights sent to distant lands for the witcher?

The man shook his head again. His money already counted in Yaski in your pocket.

– Then I will call next week. Just a thousand eagles will be collected.

After today’s performance, there was no doubt that a man would part with his blood. This is Geralt. Both sorceresses and Nilfgard princess. And the story is such that the spirit is breathtaking.