Autobiography:
I was born on February 4, 1983 in the city of Bulgan, which is located in Mongolia. My father was thrown there by the fate of a military man, and the rest of the family had to obey. We returned to Russia when I was 2.5 years old, so I don’t remember anything about my historical homeland.
She spent almost her entire adult life in Moscow. In the summer, she left the dusty and stuffy city for the Tomsk region to her grandmother to feed the taiga mosquitoes.
I grew up as an uncommunicative child, despite the fact that I went through the entire hierarchy of educational institutions from and to. It all started with a kindergarten, where a bad aunt-teacher locked me for the whole day in a dark toilet, not wanting to listen to my screams and roars. No wonder I sobbed for a whole year after I was brought to this terrible institution. She sobbed, but did not complain to her mother, keeping a proud silence about the reasons for her antipathy to the kindergarten. It was discovered by accident when my mother came to visit me one day in the afternoon and did not find me among the children playing. To the logical question - where is my daughter? - was given a no less logical answer - as usual, crying in the toilet. Naturally, this was followed by a tough conversation between the teacher and my mother, after which they stopped locking me in the toilet.
Then I moved to an ordinary district school No. 516, where I successfully studied for 8 years. Before the 9th grade, I was overtaken by a difficult age, and I realized that I could no longer be in it. I wanted change. So I ended up in biological school No. 175, despite all the persuasions of teachers to go there after receiving a certificate of incomplete secondary education. The parents did not protest. They have already got used to the fact that contradicting me is just a waste of time. In the end, such an unexpected decision served only for the good. For the first time in my life, I finished the school year with straight A's - just at the new school, although the workload there was much more serious. That's where I started writing. I think, first of all, thanks to my amazing teacher of Russian language and literature - Albina Afanasievna. What struck me most about her was that she never insisted on her point of view and always listened to her student with pleasure, especially if he knew how to argue his point of view. But she always warned that too radical views could prevent us from passing the final and entrance exams. What can I say, I owe my gold medal to her. She was the only one of the teachers who decided to take a chance and send me to this particular medal. The rest, even the class teacher, preferred to play it safe and give me a silver one, since these works were checked less meticulously. And I did not let her down, having passed the first final exam - essay - with excellent marks.
Yes, back to my first literary experiences. Naturally, I wrote about love. Oddly enough - great and undivided. The main character was a young maiden with blue-black hair and green eyes, whom everyone fell in love with. That is, even bystanders. The main villain, by the way, also did not escape this sad fate. I created this epoch-making work in the fantasy genre from grades 9 to 11. She even plucked up the nerve and sent him to the long-suffering Armada. To my present greatest happiness, my novel was ignored. And they didn’t even send a devastating review, which, I’m sure, would have killed the slightest graphomaniac attempts in me.
For better or worse, I finished the 11th grade and successfully entered the Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical University at the Faculty of Biology and Chemistry. Studying in it turned out to be surprisingly serious business. All literary experiments had to be stopped for a while, especially since from the second year I went to teach at school. Just to taste all the delights of the future profession. Oddly enough, for some reason I taught English, although I was a teacher of biology and chemistry by profession. Looking ahead, I will say that 2.5 years as such a disenfranchised being as a teacher clearly showed me that teaching is not mine. After the 4th year, I quit and made a terrible oath to myself that I would never again and never torture innocent children with my presence within the walls of the school as a teacher of anything.
The time of studying at the university was slowly coming to an end, and it was time to think about a diploma. Therefore, immediately after leaving school, I got a job as a research laboratory assistant at the Medical Genetic Center. Where I work to this day, however, already as a researcher.
I graduated from the university with honors. Imperceptibly got married. After that, it suddenly turned out that I suddenly had a lot of free time. It's just too indecent. Even studying as an applicant and passing candidate minimums could not drown out all the growing urge to create. I re-read my first novel, laughed, and sincerely sympathized with those around me, who once had to be forced to read my creations. And I realized that I can’t write more about beauties. I had to come up with a character. And - with a capital G! So that it is remembered by the reader from the very first lines. And even better - in which everyone would recognize, if not themselves, then certainly their neighbor or friend. My husband jokingly said - write about a market trader. I haven't read this yet. At first I smiled, and then I thought - why not?
So Tatyana was born - a fat, but extremely charming and cheerful middle-aged woman who will never let herself be offended. I admit right away that the first chapters were written at random. That is, a fantasy stamp was sought out, from which it was already sick, and everything was done in reverse. Thus, a virgin magician and a cowardly orc, a powerful artifact in the form of worn socks of a sorcerer and ugly dark elves, more reminiscent of moles, were born. To my great surprise, people liked this idea. As it turned out, I was not the only one who was terribly tired of slender beauties, who always turned out to be the smartest and defeated all enemies with one left. No, Tatyana, of course, did not let herself be offended either. But at the same time, she did not disdain to sweat well, swear from the heart or take advantage of meanness. She was suspicious of any marriage proposal with the usual female suspicion, knowing full well that she could hardly cause unprecedented love in the heart of a man. And in the end she preferred to all princes and emperors an ordinary person who was always there and helped her. Well, almost human.
Of course, in order to go completely against the canons of fantasy, I needed to kill the heroine at the end of the book. And I was ready to commit this terrible atrocity. But Tatyana by that time had become so dear and alive that I could not raise my hand to finish her off. And readers, I'm afraid, would not appreciate this unexpected move. Still, when a funny book suddenly ends so gloomy, then there is a feeling that you have been maliciously deceived.
It probably helped me to write this book and the fact that I did not read anything from humorous fiction. Therefore, when they praised me and said that Tatiana had nothing in common with Volha, I was very surprised, because I didn’t even know who she was and why she should be like Tatiana. Then, of course, the gap in education had to be eliminated. It is sometimes useful for a Chukchi to be not only a writer, but also a reader.
I wrote quickly, adventures in a fictional world went on as usual. And suddenly there came a moment when it turned out that this is it - the end. And a terrible question arose before me: what to do with this disgrace? Sometimes it seemed to me that the worst nonsense had not yet seen the white light. Sometimes I thought - but there is something in it. One way or another, I decided to take a chance and send everything to the publishing house, fearing in my heart that they would send me in return. I even wrote a synopsis, which turned out to be an extremely difficult task, since the book in a summary resembled the delirium of a deeply ill person.
I even tried to read the synopsis to my husband, who begged for mercy already in the second paragraph and admitted that he had never heard more nonsense in his life. Dark forebodings immediately filled my mind. But it was too late to retreat. And my wonderful creation went to the publishing house. And I prepared to wait two months and began to bite my nails with impatience.
They responded to me surprisingly quickly - within a week. So the nails are almost not affected. This time, the Armada turned out to be more supportive of the unfortunate graphomaniac and gave her a chance to publish. This is basically the end of this story.
Elena Malinovskaya
THE THIRD IS NOT SUPERIOR
The great hall was dark and very cold. Only a pair of tall black candles, burning on a long table, tried to cope with the veil of darkness that splashed in the room. But the usually bright orange fire now sparkled with icy lilac flashes, and each such reflection snatched out of the darkness the concentrated faces of two men sitting opposite each other.
However, could the interlocutors be called people?.. At least one of them clearly did not belong to the human tribe. Darkness filled his eyes. Pulsing darkness, leaving no room for iris or squirrel. And the head was decorated with two sharp demonic horns. And second…
But the second looked just like a man, if you do not pay attention to the too green eyes that seemed to glow in the twilight, and narrow vertical pupils, involuntarily evoking associations with a snake.
Congratulations on the fact that your daughter now lives with you, - he said and slowly took a sip of a tall crystal glass filled with a viscous scarlet liquid.
I lost one daughter, gained another. Ardgal Bile chuckled weakly. He leaned back on the back of a high oak chair and mournfully held out: - Daughters! I would give half my life for the opportunity to have a son, to whom I would transfer all my power and knowledge. Women are too unpredictable. And then, the magic of death is contrary to female nature. You cannot combine the incompatible. Ilsa tried - and went crazy with the thirst to kill. She began to draw too much attention to herself.
I take it she died in the fire? - inquired the interlocutor of the sorcerer. - My condolences.
Leave it, Christian! Ardgal grimaced in annoyance. “If Ilse really died, then I will only be happy. This will solve a lot of my problems since I can't kill her myself. I want but I can not. She is still my daughter.
But you doubt her death. - This time the phrase sounded without the slightest hint of a question.
Yes, - the sorcerer confirmed muffledly and nervously drummed his fingers on the table. - I doubt.
And this, in turn, means that your second daughter will never be able to feel safe, Christian continued to reason aloud. “Ilsa will do anything to become your heiress again. And she rightly believes that with the death of Beata you will have no other choice.
Women! Ardgal grimaced in annoyance. How difficult it is for them! From these intrigues, my horns begin to ache and itch. Oh, how I miss my son! But I made a pact with a demon god. And I can’t ... I won’t risk it ...
As far as I understand, Beata has no abilities for death magic, - Christian interrupted him softly, without letting him finish.
There are abilities, but she does not want to develop them, - Ardgal grumbled. He shrugged his shoulders: - Of course, I do not give up trying to teach her at least something. In extreme cases, so to speak, I will not always be there. But I don't insist too much. The example of Ilse is too clearly remembered. I would not want Beata to turn into such a vicious vengeful creature. I like her. Reminds me of my mother, whom I, oddly enough, sincerely loved. Albeit not for a very long time.
Beata, as far as I know, had a very turbulent personal life before moving to your castle, ”Christian remarked softly, and laughter danced in his green eyes.
Oh yeah. Ardgal smiled too. - All in the mother. But Beate managed to pick up a really big fish.
Lawrence Vigord, - Christian drawled thoughtfully and again moistened his lips with wine. — Nicholas Briand. Very worthy personalities and good magicians.
And the first one, moreover, may well claim the throne of Skaligor, - added Ardgal, looking steadily at his interlocutor. “His father, Prince Vincent, has no more children. And the only son of Gregor the Second, the current ruler of the country, is weak-minded, even if they try to hide it in every conceivable way. He can, of course, be put on the throne. But he will wet it in the same moment. Therefore, everyone is well aware that Lawrence Vigord in such a situation can play the role of a trump card, which for the time being is kept in the sleeve.
More like a joker, - Christian corrected him with a grin. - However, I'm not strong in card terms. But I have no doubt that Lawrence himself is also probably aware of today's court realities.
There was a long pause at the table. Christian put the finished glass in front of him, and an invisible, attentive servant immediately refilled it. But Ardgal never touched his glass. He still did not take his eyes off his interlocutor, as if he was waiting tensely for some kind of decision from him.
Do you think Lawrence has come to terms with the loss of Beata? - suddenly asked Christian. She was literally torn from his hands.
Don't think. A dark smile twisted the half-demon's lips. - First of all, he is a very stubborn and proud person. Like all Vigords, in fact. I have no doubt that he took everything that happened as a personal challenge.
What about the second one? Christian asked.
Baron Nicholas. Ardgal shook his head. - Small fry. It is hardly worth wasting time talking about him.
And it seems like the legal husband of your daughter, - Christian reminded with irony. - Even if the marriage was entered into under duress, the public is unlikely to consider this fact as a mitigating circumstance. As you well know, there are no divorces in Scaligor.
The monk who performed the ceremony is dead. Ardgal clenched his fists tightly. - He was exiled to a mountain monastery, but he never got there. Got hit by a rockfall. Failed with his ugly pony. Therefore, he is unlikely to be able to tell the public about such a sad circumstance. Beata herself will certainly deny everything. It turns out that her word is against the word of Baron Nicholas.
Are you sure about the monk's death? Christian asked. “These are remarkably tenacious creatures…
Even if the lustful little man survived, it doesn’t change anything, - Ardgal interrupted him, raising his voice a little. - There are no divorces in Skaligor. But people are mortal. And suddenly dead. The black widow outfit will suit my daughter.
Well, I heard you. Christian nodded and stretched contentedly. - An extremely curious alignment is obtained.
The throne of Skaligor is at stake, - Ardgal said insinuatingly. - And we have every chance ...
As you say, my lord,” Ardgal’s voice whispered with unexpected reverence, and the half-demon bowed his head.
Part one
RETURN TO BRISTAR
You must kill her!
I swallowed hard, viscous saliva. She tightened her grip on the handle of the knife, which constantly strove to slip out, in sweaty palms from tension. She looked at her prey.
On a wide table stood a cage in which a pretty gray mouse was busily breakfasting. Unlike me, she felt great and crunched grain with appetite.
Kill her! - again, the unexpectedly found father howled annoyingly, who remained out of sight, but, alas, not audible.
I sighed heavily. That's tied up! She looked at the knife, the edge of which trembled in a small betrayal. She glanced at the mouse. How small and cute! Well, how do you order to kill her? She's alive! Fluffy and soft.
And I resolutely put the knife on the edge of the table, realizing that I still could not obey the order of my father.
Eh, Beata, Beata, - the still invisible father complained.
The darkness in the far corner of the hall habitually intertwined into a dense cocoon, which in a moment transformed into a familiar tall and thin figure with two demonic horns on its head.
Father,” I whispered, hurriedly lowering my head.
As usual, my throat was seized with a spasm of horror. No, in the two months that I spent in my father's castle, he never offended me. He did not shout, and even more so did not beat his unreasonable daughter, who did not want to become a dark witch. But I still felt uneasy when he appeared. And all because I could not unravel the mystery of its origin. Is he a demon? Eh, and you won’t ask directly, otherwise you’ll suddenly get angry.
And why can't you cope with such an elementary task? - dryly asked his father, coming closer. - Notice, I'm not asking you for the impossible. For example, he did not slip a child on you. And he didn't even get a kitten. Though I remember your sister...
The third is not superfluous Elena Malinovskaya
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About the book "The third is not superfluous" Elena Malinovskaya
Elena Malinovskaya is the author of several dozen novels in the genre of romantic and heroic fantasy. Her works are quite popular among readers. The writer went through a difficult path from the first failed attempts - the publishing house did not even respond to a letter with her manuscript, to a successful publication. The writer treats herself and her work very self-critically and admits in some interviews that she doubts the artistic value of her works.
At the center of the narrative of the novel "The Third is not superfluous" is the story of the further adventures of Beata. Once she was the owner of a magical shop, and now she is torn between two men who have the most tender feelings for her. The main character meets another contender for her heart and body, which is even very difficult to call a man, because in certain situations he is able to turn into a real demon. His name is Christian and, if desired, he is able to easily seduce the main character, who suddenly falls in love with him for herself.
Elena Malinovskaya does not change her style. She creates a narrative that is based on the actions of the main characters, quite ordinary for the magical world, while experiencing the most violent emotions.
Beata suspects that Christian is trying to involve her in some kind of his own intrigue, which can lead to completely unexpected consequences for her. But in spite of everything, she tries to maintain faith in the bright feelings and sincerity of his love. The game that Christian started will be a real test and test for the main character.
Elena Malinovskaya managed to write another interesting novel for fans of her work. There are quite a lot of mysteries and mysteries in her book “The Third Is Not Superfluous”, the solution of which can bring real pleasure to all fans of the writer. Following the adventures of the main character is quite interesting, given the fact that now she has one more fan.
Beata relies on her beloved men for almost everything, and on the rare occasions when a girl tries to express her own opinion, they suppress this desire with passionate kisses and physical intimacy. Reading the book "The Third Is Not Superfluous" is worth, first of all, those who want to experience many passionate and stormy moments together with the main character.
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New adventures of Beata, the former mistress of the magic shop! They say if you can't choose between two men, you have to look for a third. But what to do if this third person can hardly be called a person? No, when Christian Trial is not angry, he is a very pleasant man. But in anger it turns into a real demon! And then, how can demons have good feelings for someone? Beata strongly suspected that Christian simply wanted to involve her in some kind of game of his, where the winner would receive the crown and throne, and the loser would die. But she so wanted to believe in a miracle ...
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