Sir Terence David John Pratchett (Terry Pratchett) is an English writer of fantasy LPs, awarded the degree of knight bachelor by the Queen of England.

Having once ruffled his reader’s hair, the writer repeated this gesture several times (as an owner strokes his dog). Having told more than one, many fascinating stories about another, no less interesting world, Terry Pratchett seemed to have tamed those interested in the “sacred runes” of his books.

“Make money” is a good strong motto of today. This is not a stand-alone piece. It is the thirty-sixth book in the Discworld series, or the second story about Moist von Lipwig. Remember this one? If not, then you need to read. This is a good guy who knows his business very well, a seasoned kalach, a swindler, a charming and nimble rogue.

The sparkling humor of the fantasy “Make Money” with its material magic, gnomes, elves, zombies, existing and non-existent characters - four elephants, the giant tortoise A'Tuin, there is endless space around all this leapfrog, not just for fun, for real. A story was once born and continues to this day from the Disc World, which was invented by the author as a fantastic planet in the shape of a disk.

Rincewind, The Witches of Lancre, Death, The City Watch, Lord Vetinari, Mrs. Turvey. And how many more are there, participants in such a long canvas of this amazing saga?

Terry Pratchett strives to introduce the reader to the Universe in which his humble servant had the good fortune to grow up. Not because there are no others.

Here is the same rainbow, almost the same human weather, only the colors are brighter. This is what the author tells us.

The book “Make Money” is the path of a person with extraordinary abilities. Moist is so dexterous, strong and cunning that he almost falls into his own networks that he has set up. How could such an incident happen that a former rogue, a thief, more than once convicted by the authorities, began working in a bank? Dealing with money? The city of Ankh-Morpork is inhabited by strange, in our opinion, inhabitants. Take, for example, a small dog that owns 51% of bank shares. What a miracle?

The book “Make Money” may be of interest to people of different ages, religions, professions, because if you read it carefully, it is partly not just a journey through the plane of another world, it is about how to change something in your head, so that by changing yourself, otherwise, pronounce the name of Life in a new way.

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Terry Pratchett

Dress Hems as a Measure of National Crisis: The author will be forever grateful to the renowned military historian and strategist Sir Basil Liddell Hart for sharing this valuable observation with the author in 1968. This may explain why miniskirts have never really gone out of style since the sixties.

Students of the history of computing will recognize the Slurper as a distant echo of the Phillips Economic Computer, built in 1949 by engineer-turned-economist Bill Phillips, who also created an impressive hydraulic model of the nation's economy. Undoubtedly, no Igors were involved in the case. One of the early machines can be found in the Science Museum in London, and a dozen or so others are on display around the world for interested viewers.

Waiting in the Dark - A Made Deal - The Hanging Man - Golem in a Blue Dress - Crime and Punishment - A Chance to Make Good Money - The Golden Chain - No Cruelty to the Foxes - Mr. Bent Keeping Track of Time

They lay in the dark, on guard. There was no way to measure how much time passed, nor was there any need to measure it. There was a time when they were not here, and presumably there will be a time when they will not be here again. They will be somewhere else. The time in between was immaterial.

But some crashed, and some, the youngest, became completely silent. The weight was increasing. Something must be done. One of them revived the consciousness with a song.

The deal was difficult, but for whom? That is the question. And Mr. Blister, the lawyer, could not get an answer. I would like to. When some associations or companies are interested in acquiring useless land, then smaller companies may want to purchase any neighboring plots, just to find out if that first company heard something somewhere, in a good company, for example.

But it is difficult to say what was needed in this case.

He gave the woman at the other end of the table a suitably interested smile.

Do you understand, Miss Dearheart, that this area falls under dwarven mining law? This means that all metals and ores belong to the Low Dwarf King. You will have to pay him royalties for them. Not that they will necessarily end up there, I must say. It is believed that there is only sand and silt far inland, and obviously very far.

He waited for some reaction from the woman opposite, but she just looked at him. The blue smoke from her cigarette flowed towards the ceiling.

Now let’s move on to the question of antiquities,” the lawyer continued, observing her facial expression, which could be seen because of the haze. “The Low King has decreed that all jewelry, weapons, armor, bones, scrolls, utensils, and ancient objects classified as Devices that you find will also be subject to tax or confiscation.”

Miss Dearheart froze, as if checking an internal list, put out her cigarette and asked:

Is there any reason to assume that any of this will be there?

“Absolutely nothing,” the lawyer said with a wry smile. - Everyone knows that we are dealing with a useless and barren land, but the king is on the safe side in case all these “everyone” are wrong. This is what happens often.

For such a short rental period he is asking a lot of money!

Which you willingly pay. You see, dwarves are nervous. It is very unusual for a dwarf to part with the land, even for a couple of years. I guess he needs money because of all the Kuma Valley stuff.

I pay the required amount!

That's true, that's true. But I…

Will he honor the contract?

Until the last letter. At least this can be said for sure. Dwarves are strong sticklers for rules in such matters. All you have to do is sign and, unfortunately, pay.

Miss Dearheart pulled out a thick sheet of paper from her bag and placed it on the table.

This is a bank check for five thousand dollars received from the Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork.

The lawyer smiled.

A trustworthy institution, he said and added, at least it is considered so by tradition. Sign where I put the crosses, okay?

He watched carefully as she signed. It even seemed to her that he was holding his breath.

Here,” she said, handing the contract across the table.

Perhaps you can satisfy my curiosity, madam? - asked the lawyer. - While the ink dries?

Miss Dearheart looked around conspiratorially, as if the old bulky bookcases hid many ears.

Can you keep a secret, Mr. Blister?

Oh, I assure you, madam. I assure you!

She looked around suspiciously.

Even so, it should be said more quietly,” she said in a whistling whisper.

He nodded hopefully, leaned forward and for the first time in many years felt a woman’s breath near his ear:

- Me too, - she said.

This was about three weeks ago...

You can learn amazing things by hanging out on a drainpipe in the middle of the night. For example, people pay attention to small, quiet sounds—the click of a window bolt, the rustle of a lockpick—more than they pay attention to noisy sounds such as a falling brick or even (because this is Ankh-Morpork, after all) a scream. These sounds are so loud that everyone can hear them and therefore they are a problem for the whole society, and therefore not my personal one. But the quiet sounds were nearby, suggesting things like sneaking, and therefore urgent and personal.

So he tried not to make quiet noises.

Below him, the courtyard of the General Post Office hummed like an upside-down beehive. The new 24-hour service worked very well. The night carriages arrived, and the new Uberwald Express sparkled in the light of the lanterns. Everything was as it should be, which is why for the midnight spy everything was not as it should be.

The climbing man drove a wedge into the soft mortar between the bricks, shifted his weight, moved his legs...

Damn pigeon! He got scared and took off in panic. Second the man's foot slipped, the fingers holding onto the drain pipe loosened, and when the world stopped swaying, the only thing that prevented him from colliding with the distant cobblestones was that he clung with all his might to the wedge, which, it must be admitted, was nothing but long flat nail with T-grip.

And you can’t fool the wall, he thought. If you swing, with your arm and leg Can reach the pipe, or the pin may pop out.

La-a-ad - but...

He had other wedges and a small hammer. Is it possible to drive in another one without releasing the first one?

Above him, the dove joined his colleagues on a high ledge.

The man drove the pin into the lime with all the force he dared, took a hammer from his pocket and, when the Express departed below with a clatter and ringing, made one good blow.

The wedge fell firmly into place. The man dropped the hammer, hoping that the sound of its fall would be drowned out by the general noise, and grabbed a new support before the hammer reached the ground.

La-a-ad - but. And now I'm... Stuck?

The pipe was closer than three feet. Great. It should work. Move both hands to the new grip, carefully swing, grab the pipe with your left hand and you can pull yourself up to it entirely. And then everything...

The dove was worried. In general, this is a normal state for pigeons. But this one chose this very moment to relieve himself.

La-ad - but. Correction: both hands are now holding onto a suddenly very slippery pin.

And at this moment, as the restlessness among the pigeons moves faster than a naked man through a monastery, a light rain began.

There are moments when expressions like “it couldn’t be better” do not come to mind.

Who's up there?

Thank you, hammer. Surely you can’t see me, the man thought. People look up from a well-lit street with poor night vision. But so what? They now know I'm here.

La-a-d-no.

“Okay, you caught me, dad,” he turned down.

Didn't touch anything, dad. It would be cool if someone could help me, dad.

Are you from the Thieves Guild? You speak their jargon.

No, dad. I always say " dad", dad.

It was not easy to look down now, but judging by the sounds, the grooms and unoccupied coachmen were moving closer. This is not good. Cab drivers usually encounter thieves on deserted roads, where criminals rarely think to ask nice questions like “Trick or treat?” When they are caught, justice and retribution are happily combined with a piece of iron pipe that comes to hand.

What to do if you have magical abilities, but there are no teachers nearby? It is customary for witches to undergo apprenticeship with old witches, learning a profession and helping them in their work. So Tiffany Aching, eleven years old, even went to another country - Lancre (which is not that far away in fact) to undergo training and become a real witch. But as it turns out, learning witchcraft means doing the same mundane work you do at home. From morning to evening, you have to do your usual household chores and also walk around the villages, helping people. When will magic classes begin? Flying on a broom, spells, magic wands, etc.? No, it turns out that in order to be a witch, you first need to learn not to use magic at all. And Tiffany does this very well. She can't even make a tangle - a magic device. The only thing she manages to do is leave her body to look at herself when there is no mirror at hand. But it is very dangerous to leave your body unattended. You never know what will want to take over your body, your brain. One of these creatures has long noticed Tiffany, attracted by her extraordinary intelligence and witchcraft abilities. And when Tiffany left her body once again, it took her place. Her faithful bodyguards, the Nac Mac Feegle, and even Granny Weatherwax herself set out on a journey to help Tiffany get rid of the invader and become herself again. The thirty-second book in the Discworld series. The second book in the series about Tiffany Hurts.

A Hat Full of Heaven - description and summary, author Pratchett Terry David John, read for free online on the website of the electronic library website