Three heroes of alternative history

Hi everyone!!!

At first did not even think to participate in this competition in one simple reason - too much at me heroes, it is possible to write very much about many. But... I sat down and thought.
For what books does the hand as soon as I come to parents reach? What books can I quote the whole paragraphs? Of what I laugh, think and what always I rejoice?

I learned about a genre of alternative history, only when the beginnings, absolutely accidentally, to read the bought book by Yury Nikitin "Three from the wood"
It seems, cleaning a fantasy, but something imperceptibly familiar... Then there was the following book of a series, then one more... Also about 17 books of a series))) By the way, to data of Wikipedia, in work now six more were read up!!!
I cannot choose the main character - all of them in own way different, very attractive, and Nikitin Yu. Not only describes their joint travel, but also single adventures again to reduce them together.

So, Gloom.
The werewolf, the mighty barbarian capable to be thrown in a wolf. Black hair, a face in scars, severe temper!
Remained the person only because was able and liked to listen to songs.
For love it was ready to give life!
And the toad saved by it from a hungry eagle, who grew in a boooolshy toad)) was a favourite animal
All books are very interesting, but about this hero by me it is re-read, at least, time 50 - "A respite in Barbusa (Gloom-2)". The book how it replaced with few weeks ttsarya which decided to make the star chart. Ooh, as was at it adventures much, fight against conspirators without any help of the adviser who persuaded him to trade places with ttsaryom))) Very interesting book, does not bother!!!

What does he mention the Russian folklore and history by?

I tell. He was the Wolf when helped the groom of a favourite ttsarevna to get the Firebird, rejuvenating apples...
Saves ttsarya from the Hostess of the Copper mountain... And plus still flashing humour, not always clear to his friends))
The quote from "A respite in Barbusa":

The gloom went from a main entrance, steps began to creak under a mighty body. The door was opened towards, but the leaving man receded, was driven into the corner. The gloom passed as the mighty slow tour understanding the power among herd of calfs. The room is huge, two tens long tables, more than a half are occupied by the strong broad-shouldered people who will send to a long journey of weak, but three tables empty though benches on the place, and on table-tops, as well as it is necessary, – saltcellars and saucers with mustard.

He chose a table which is cleaner, in a bag exactingly grumbled. Looked askance at it, but nobody decided to look in an emphasis. It pulled out Hryundyu, it vstopyrit rudiments of a hrebetik at once, put nearby at the left. Hryundya a trifle more potoporshchit hrebetik, the place unfamiliar, it is a lot of noise, others voices, but her parent is quiet, and it, having widely yawned, dropped to a bench a belly.

The owner approached itself, did not decide to send servants to the gloomy stranger, all will spoil, on roads different people, it is not the city, bowed and told:

– Is?. To drink?. To sleep?

It opened a mouth and poked in it a finger. Pochmokal, pochavkat, then put palms and pressed them to an ear, having inclined the head on one side. The toad rose, grumbled, but looked with interest.

– Quietly, – told it the Gloom. – Nobody plays with you. He learns to say it. The people wild here live, to see … Listen, the friend! Bring to eat … well to eat, understood? And wine that to have a drink. Not to get drunk but only that to have a drink.

He repeated all this signs, copying gestures of the owner. The owner breathed a sigh of relief

The owner waved with a hand, the running boy right there put on a table a wide plate with the bread cut on chunks, dashed away. The gloom took one chunk, salted and began to eat, feeling good animal hunger.

The owner looked knowingly.

– Lefthander?

The gloom was twisted.

– If. Do you think, it is convenient to keep in left?

The owner kept silent, but the strange guest explained nothing, and he advised rather stupid barbarian:

– So take in right.

– Yes? Well, look.

The gloom took a bread chunk in right, began to eat slowly. The toad that sat next, suddenly stretched a paw and powerfully knocked the Gloom on a hand. The chunk dropped out, the toad immediately picked up a wide mouth, jumped aside on other end of a bench. The crest on a back was reared. It quickly burned out bread, again drew near on the former place, looking innocent eyes.

The gloom swore. The owner laughed loudly, then with great reproach shook the head:

– You do not feed a poor creature!

The gloom swore again. Broke off a chunk and thrust to a toad under nose. She contemptuously turned away.

– Do you see? – told the Gloom angrily. – To it it is so uninteresting. Give production to it! Hunter.

The owner laughed so that he sobbed and clung to a table not to fall. At last told, wiping tears and measuring by a valid look big shoulders of the Gloom:

– Yes, it makes what not any man of courage will decide on. I put binge at own expense!. Long ago did not see before such miracles

Now about Targitaya.

This rural idler, the become god of Slavs, but is as picturesque as the Gloom. But because of its songs the Gloom remained the person.
Role of Targitaya - the naive little fool))) I too very much love it, but it on the second place)))
Songs stopped wars, pacified monsters, became the father of children from the goddess of the Dany River...

Quote of this moment:

Under the right wall the stream, such transparent, almost hidden murmured. In years and years he gnawed and polished a narrow stone bed, and ran away in a wide hole. Under a distant wall over a stone floor the wide bed towered. On lots of skins two kids, each other voltuzil floundered, squalled. White-headed and blue-eyed, both seemed to the Gloom strange familiar.

Oleg in general stiffened was stunned. Always got used to try to find out, penetrate, to know, endeavored to understand something now, to compare. The gloom did not get used to puzzle, asked directly:

– Starshenky – Arpo?

– Guessed. – The dead-pan of the river goddess for the first time turned pink, eyes began to shine.

– How it?

– It is rather big. – The Gloom voice nevertheless trembled. – Last time … and it was few months to that, the second, it seems, was not yet …

– Children of heroes grow before the eyes.

The gloom with suspicion looked back to "hero". That though did not clean a cave in a nose, but stood dazed, the jaw drooped. The hero, though him prop up a fence.

– And the second?

– Youngest. Lippo is klinut. Catches up with the brother.

– Still as catches up, – murmured the Gloom, youngest just crushed the senior and with a victorious cry broke to that hands. – Well Targitay … Well fighter …

– I that, – murmured Targitay. – I anything …

– Et it is visible! Did not know only that from anything children are.

Well, and the cleverest - the magician Oleg. It - out of rating)))
According to all books gradually there passes thread where he becomes Prophetic Oleg.
At first studies magic, splits the earth, battles against sorcerers... And it is also reflected in the titles of books: "Sacred Graal", Stonehenge...
Oleg passes paradise and hell, and literally, battles both a staff, and magic, and, eventually becomes, as well as all his friends, immortal!
About it - my favourite book "Tower-2"
It already our time. Why Tower? Because as earlier the Babel tower which was not constructed had to unite the whole world, and presently, with the help the military of actions, wanted to unite all people.
But - Oleg not for a civilization, it - for culture!!!

I will not cite, but at the beginning of this book the author added several jokes. Here I will also show a couple)))

Somehow time during a junket went Oleg to the yard on need. At this time by tavern there passed wanderers.

– Prompt, it is lovely - the person how to us to pass to Rome? – they addressed Oleg.

– E-e … there! – he waved a hand at random.

Travelers thanked and went in the specified direction.

Next day, remembering a junket, Oleg remembered also this case, grieved. Deceived people for no reason at all. Wanted to catch up and explain the road properly, but absolutely forgot and where sent travelers and where, actually, this Rome. Having despaired to improve situation usual means, he spat and said a spell.

One and a half centuries conducted after that all roads in the world only to Rome …

– Farewell, my faithful horse! – Prophetic Oleg told, assigning foot to a skull.

The trained viper of Gyulchi slipped out an empty eye-socket. Having widely opened a spiteful mouth, she stuck into a leg of the magician and … died.

– Take a look at our sort! – grinned perspicacious Prophetic.

From above Tarkh's voice was distributed:

– I always knew, Oleg that you are tough, but did not assume that to such an extent. Monster! Why did you put on Gloom footcloths?

I advise all fans of this genre to read this series, but only at first and consistently, there everything is interconnected))
It is sure that to you will be pleasant!!