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Accurate shot. The Adventures of Baron Munchausen

In Italy I became a rich man, but a calm, peaceful life was not for me.

I longed for new adventures and exploits.

Therefore, I was very happy when I heard that not far from Italy a new war, the British fought with the Spaniards. Without hesitating for a moment, I jumped on my horse and rushed to the battlefield.

The Spaniards were then besieging the English fortress of Gibraltar, and I immediately made my way to the besieged.

The general commanding the fortress was a good friend of mine. He received me with open arms and began to show me the fortifications he had erected, since he knew that I could give him practical and useful advice.

Standing on the wall of Gibraltar, I saw through the telescope that the Spaniards were pointing the muzzle of their cannon exactly at the place where we both stood.

Without hesitating for a moment, I ordered a huge cannon to be placed in this very place.

Why? - asked the general.

You'll see! - I answered.

As soon as the cannon was rolled up to me, I pointed its muzzle directly at the muzzle of the enemy cannon, and when the Spanish gunner brought the fuse to his cannon, I loudly commanded:

Fire!

Both cannons burst at the same moment.

What I expected happened: at the point I had designated, two cannonballs - ours and the enemy's - collided with terrifying force, and the enemy cannonball flew back.

Imagine: it flew back to the Spaniards.

It tore off the head of a Spanish gunner and sixteen Spanish soldiers.

It knocked down the masts of three ships in the Spanish harbor and rushed straight to Africa.

Having flown another two hundred and fourteen miles, it fell on the roof of a wretched peasant shack where an old woman lived. The old woman lay on her back and slept, and her mouth was open. The cannonball made a hole in the roof, hit the sleeping woman right in the mouth, knocked out her last teeth and got stuck in her throat - neither here nor there!

Her husband, a hot-headed and resourceful man, ran into the shack. He put his hand down her throat and tried to pull the core out, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then he brought a good snuff of snuff to her nose; she sneezed so well that the cannonball flew out of the window into the street!

This is how much trouble the Spaniards were caused by their own core, which I sent back to them. Our core also did not give them pleasure: it hit their warship and sent it to the bottom, and there were two hundred Spanish sailors on the ship!

So the British won this war mainly due to my resourcefulness.

“Thank you, dear Munchausen,” my friend the general told me, shaking my hands tightly. “If it weren’t for you, we would have been lost.” We owe our brilliant victory only to you.

Nonsense, nonsense!” I said. “I’m always ready to serve my friends.”

In gratitude for my service, the English general wanted to promote me to colonel, but I, as a very modest person, declined such a high honor.

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In Italy I became a rich man, but a calm, peaceful life was not for me.

I longed for new adventures and exploits.

Therefore, I was very happy when I heard that a new war had broken out not far from Italy, the British were fighting the Spaniards. Without hesitating for a moment, I jumped on my horse and rushed to the battlefield.

The Spaniards were then besieging the English fortress of Gibraltar, and I immediately made my way to the besieged.

The general commanding the fortress was a good friend of mine. He received me with open arms and began to show me the fortifications he had erected, since he knew that I could give him practical and useful advice.

Standing on the wall of Gibraltar, I saw through the telescope that the Spaniards were pointing the muzzle of their cannon exactly at the place where we both stood.

Without hesitating for a moment, I ordered a huge cannon to be placed in this very place.

- For what? – asked the general.

- You will see! – I answered.

As soon as the cannon was rolled up to me, I pointed its muzzle straight at the muzzle of the enemy cannon, and when the Spanish gunner brought the fuse to his cannon, I loudly commanded:

Both cannons burst at the same moment.

What I expected happened: at the point I had designated, two cannonballs – ours and the enemy’s – collided with terrifying force, and the enemy’s cannonball flew back.

Imagine: it flew back to the Spaniards.

It tore off the head of a Spanish gunner and sixteen Spanish soldiers.

It knocked down the masts of three ships in the Spanish harbor and rushed straight to Africa.

Having flown another two hundred and fourteen miles, it fell on the roof of a wretched peasant shack where an old woman lived. The old woman lay on her back and slept, and her mouth was open. The cannonball made a hole in the roof, hit the sleeping woman right in the mouth, knocked out her last teeth and got stuck in her throat - neither here nor there!

Her husband, a hot-headed and resourceful man, ran into the shack. He put his hand down her throat and tried to pull the core out, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then he put a good snuff of tobacco to her nose; she sneezed so well that the cannonball flew out of the window into the street!

This is how much trouble the Spaniards were caused by their own core, which I sent back to them. Our core also did not give them pleasure: it hit their warship and sent it to the bottom, and there were two hundred Spanish sailors on the ship!

So the British won this war mainly due to my resourcefulness.

“Thank you, dear Munchausen,” my friend the general said to me, shaking my hands tightly. “If it weren’t for you, we would have been lost.” We owe our brilliant victory only to you.

- Nonsense, nonsense! - I said. “I am always ready to serve my friends.”

In gratitude for my service, the English general wanted to promote me to colonel, but I, as a very modest person, declined such a high honor.

Accurate shot

In Italy I became a rich man, but a calm, peaceful life was not for me.

I longed for new adventures and exploits.

Therefore, I was very happy when I heard that a new war had broken out not far from Italy, the British were fighting the Spaniards. Without hesitating for a moment, I jumped on my horse and rushed to the battlefield.

The Spaniards were then besieging the English fortress of Gibraltar, and I immediately made my way to the besieged.

The general commanding the fortress was a good friend of mine. He received me with open arms and began to show me the fortifications he had erected, since he knew that I could give him practical and useful advice.

Standing on the wall of Gibraltar, I saw through the telescope that the Spaniards were pointing the muzzle of their cannon exactly at the place where we both stood.

Without hesitating for a moment, I ordered a huge cannon to be placed in this very place.

“Why?” asked the general.

“You’ll see!” I answered.

As soon as the cannon was rolled up to me, I pointed its muzzle directly at the muzzle of the enemy cannon, and when the Spanish gunner brought the fuse to his cannon, I loudly commanded:

Both cannons burst at the same moment.

What I expected happened: at the point I had designated, two cannonballs – ours and the enemy’s – collided with terrifying force, and the enemy’s cannonball flew back.

Imagine: it flew back to the Spaniards.

It tore off the head of a Spanish gunner and sixteen Spanish soldiers.

It knocked down the masts of three ships in the Spanish harbor and rushed straight to Africa.

Having flown another two hundred and fourteen miles, it fell on the roof of a wretched peasant shack where an old woman lived. The old woman lay on her back and slept, and her mouth was open. The cannonball made a hole in the roof, hit the sleeping woman right in the mouth, knocked out her last teeth and got stuck in her throat - neither here nor there!

Her husband, a hot-headed and resourceful man, ran into the shack. He put his hand down her throat and tried to pull the core out, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then he brought a good snuff of snuff to her nose; she sneezed so well that the cannonball flew out of the window into the street!

This is how much trouble the Spaniards were caused by their own core, which I sent back to them. Our core also did not give them pleasure: it hit their warship and sent it to the bottom, and there were two hundred Spanish sailors on the ship!

So the British won this war mainly due to my resourcefulness.

“Thank you, dear Munchausen,” my friend the general told me, shaking my hands tightly. “If it weren’t for you, we would have been lost.” We owe our brilliant victory only to you.

“Nothing, nothing,” I said. “I’m always ready to serve my friends.”

In gratitude for my service, the English general wanted to promote me to colonel, but I, as a very modest person, declined such a high honor.
Raspe R.E.