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        Has expired the third hour of a way, judging by hours on a control panel. It 
Felt so as if in a waist have thrust the heated steel rod. 
Has darkened. Over desert stars were lighted. He did not learn any constellation, 
And in general the sky looked unusually. Stars formed dense congestions, and 
Most of all it reminded... Well, cities when you look at them at night 
From height. For example, from a plane board. 
        It has for some reason presented itself(himself) in a certain attraction under the name 
«The overturned earth». For any seconds at it the head has begun to spin, in 
Eyes has darkened, and when has cleared up, it was issued headlights ahead, set 
Fires which precisely belonged to a city, and he knew, how this is called 
City. Here he also wished to get. 
        Him has not surprised, that it drives to a city from the West. That's all 
Sorcery: a long light slumber in which in due course you believe less and less... 
While the nightmare will not return. 
        It has more strong seized a steering wheel. It was ready to that very much 
Soon before it there will be a set of minor problems, since the first 
The got zealous representative of the power and finishing searches of the time 
Havens. The world was a congestion of irritating, insignificant, trite trifles, 
Bog in which the birdie of passion has co-ordinated. The exhausted passion early or 
Late died – whether it be the love, thirst to sweep, obsession beauty or 
Aspiration to do much good for all sort human. At the best a bog 
Extorted miasmata in which a little that remains from initial intention. 
Therefore it was not under a delusion on the bill. As before, it held in a head 
And a spare variant: "That-if-anything-not-leaves". Its former life almost 
Always flew on the second channel. 
        And now in addition and own weakness provoked disgust. It 
Understood, that it is pity, but did not regret itself. When its sight fell on the pale 
Children's handles, to it again started to seem, what is it a foolish dream, 
Freudian projection of powerlessness – especially against that it was going to 
To make. The woman whom he liked, suited now to it in mother. It turned out 
Interesting cinema. And terrible – first of all for it. And if will carry, it 
Soon learns, than it will end. 
        It has crossed city line without hindrances. The car tried to conduct 
Accurately, but not too, that have not accepted for the drunk. As a last resort it 
Simply would stop and has escaped, after all the car all the same should be thrown. 
Leaving a heap of stamped iron, he has tested short, but strong 
Attack glozhushchej melancholy as if has lost one more huge piece of the past. 
Besides that it has travelled all over set of roads, in this car to it happened 
To eat, sleep, make love, bleed profusely. It was a symbol 
Its exaggerated respectability measured by the same cretins what it was 
Once. More recently. At last it wanted to it to burn the car, that it 
Has not got to anybody. As the woman. 
        It has curtailed into a lane and has for ever lost track of it. Now it 
Tried to think not of the past, and about remained time. Time, as is known, 
Money. It possessed the sum which will suffice at the best for a week. If, 
Certainly, it is not going to completely to correspond to the new image. 
Strange business: it is purely speculative, life prospect the next ten years 
Seemed it enough boring. To tell the truth, he would not know, than 
To be engaged. It necessarily became the carrier of an original distortion, when imaginary 
Coevals are represented by idiots. And to that new could learn him 
Reception parents, priests, school teachers? It would be the tragicomedy, 
Which true sense he would understand one. Whatever one may do, it is better to be limited 
Week, and there it will be visible. 
        The long trip has tired him, and the respite was required. In hotels it 
It was not put at all. To come to see old friends it was not less silly. Some 
Time it twirled in a head a variant with one familiar chippy, which, 
Perhaps, would shelter it for money, not setting foolish questions, but it 
Was the addict with the experience and, besides, could accept the next client. 
Therefore it has arrived differently: has looked after apartment with dark windows in the bad 
Area, has forced the lock, having used not lost skill, and has settled down 
With relative comfort. In case of occurrence of owners of a down gave to it obvious 
Advantage. To shoot it, of course, was not going to. Unless there will be no another 
Exit. It was going to silently to leave. 
        It was the apartment the area of metres sixty. Cheap furniture, 
Some tens books, steam of reproductions on walls, a bicycle, old 
The TV, the musical centre and cat indifferent to an intruded stranger. 
        It has rummaged in a case, but has not found out clothes of the suitable size, yes 
And in general men's wear. Apparently, here a vein the young unmarried woman. 
Concerning a sort of its employment it could build guesses only. It has quickly accepted 
The shower, with watchfulness listening to extraneous sounds through water noise, has put 
In stiralku the hardened belongings, has thrown another's dressing gown, has devastated 
Refrigerator, being surprised with that, how much the grub has got into this lean little body, and 
It is full has dozed off in an armchair, having put a pistol on knees. The night darkness has surrounded 
It. 
        So the dawn and so quite adult melancholy is close was far. It 
Again took for a throat – as the whole life back. 
        Dimly flickering figures on electronic clock withdrew in tunnels 
Deformed time where the lost sleepwalkers wander. Beams of headlights slid 
On walls, being occasionally crossed on a ceiling, as if cones of projectors of air defence, 
Ransacking in the flat poor sky. He recollected films old war, which 
Saw not these eyes, and on the smooth person wrinkles were suddenly designated, 
As if someone has spoilt with a screw-driver a doll. 

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        ... The Silent sound has returned it to the validity. Having mewed, it was threw to 
Doors a cat. The key turned in the lock. It continued to sit in an armchair, but 
Has covered a hand holding a pistol, a tail of the dressing gown. 
        The lamp on a wall at an entrance door has flashed. Two – the man have entered and 
The woman. He has had time to consider them from darkness. It was vulgar, too 
It is made strongly up, but shades under eyes were weariness traces. The person 
Simple-minded, false, selling. Krashenye hair, a punctured eyebrow, bracelets, 
Manicure. If it also works, he has solved, unless the waitress in the cheap 
Tavern. 
        The man belonged to other breed and obviously rendered it indulgence. 
It was visible, that he here and is disappointed for the first time by the seen. But pokuvyrkatsja 
With the whore it is possible and here. Probably, he even has considered it as exotic. A cat it 
Has fastidiously pushed away a foot aside, yes so, that too trustful and 
The grown fat house creature vmazalas in a wall. 
        The woman did not protest, however in the opinion of it the especial has flown 
Expression. Having noticed it, the unbidden visitor has strained. It has dumped shoes on 
High heels, and its figure has lost at once in effektnosti. It has gone 
To a kitchen rack to prepare binge, and on a way has clicked 
The switch. Has opened a refrigerator and has perplexedly hemmed, looking at the empty 
Regiments. 
        In the meantime the man has stared at the boy sitting in an armchair. That 
Stared at it and did not move. Both were silent. In some seconds 
The man has crookedly grinned. Here the woman has brought to it a glass. 
        – What is this the milksop? – He has asked. 
        The woman has stared at the boy widely open eyes and after 
Long pause has told: 
        – First time it I see. 
        – Yes you have gone, – the man has carelessly thrown and has left, 
Full advantage and confidence, that such, as it, on everyone 
To corner – ten. It has not worked to close behind itself(himself) a door. Hardly later it 
It was necessary to make to "milksop". But in the beginning it, having forgotten as it is ridiculous can 
To look the eight-year child with a pistol, has risen and has told to it: 
        – Easy. I will not make to you anything bad. 
        For an instant it seemed to it, that he has again noticed that 
Escaping expression which in the given circumstances could mean: 
«And here I do not promise it to you». But it has already translated a sight from his face on 
Glasses in the hands, has drunk from one, and then from another. 
        He wanted was to ask, that it has poured also to it, but has then recollected, 
That yet does not know possibilities of the sickly organism. 
        The woman has a little relaxed, though still cautiously glanced 
On the weapon. 
        – Well and whence you such undertook? – She, when has asked its beginning 
It is a little to assort. 
        – If I will tell whence, you will not believe, – he has answered and has noted about 
Itself(himself), that now much from this, that he will tell, will be clear to it to one. 
        – That it is necessary to you? 
        – Trifles, I will spend the night and I will leave. Do not worry, I to you will begin to cry. 
        It has suddenly caught itself(himself) that talks too in an adult way. 
And the woman, despite an alcoholic fog, addressed with it not how with 
The child, probably, yet not realising it. It was a high time to give out 
Sentimental history about daddy-alcoholic scoffing at a sonny, 
Or something in this sort. 
        But he was not in time. She has looked at it so, that it suddenly wanted 
To see itself in a mirror. In this sight there was a cognizance. 
        The look of the woman has suddenly changed. It has ceased to be the person 
The young ninny; the vulgar make up and a smooth skin have appeared only 
Mask under which disappeared... What? He, of course, could list 
Some components: mind, devil cunning, the superiority, knowledge 
Human nature, experience, – but for the rest it would not have not enough words. 
        However, it also did not trouble itself(himself). And from this minute avoided to look to it 
In eyes without emergency. Its sight has necessarily moved on 
Medallion which gleamed in its deep cut topa. Even it is strange, that 
He has not noticed it at once. Probably, best of all maskings has worked: a thing 
All time was in the public eye. It was arranged directly in a hollow between the ripe poured 
Breasts, as a snake head. The woman did not carry a brassiere, and a dummy defiantly 
Stuck out under a thin fabric. 
        At this moment it has reached, that it has got here not casually. It was 
The puppet which was not suspecting before about absolute and insuperable 
Slavery. What has resulted it in this apartment, to this woman (or the old woman?), 
Was a non-material clue, something like a smell, but in any 
Case not a smell – is faster the deformed instinct. And now, when it 
Has realised it, was too late. 
        Pretending to be, proruha has won time. He would not manage to shoot, 
Even if would want. To tell the truth, he could not stir any of 
Five fingers of the right hand. But proruha has not seized while its thoughts, and they 
Were swept up, as the dogs locked in the burning house. Soon there was one: «What for 
I am necessary to it? » 
        In the beginning there was simply nasty presentiment with sour smack 
Irreparable, a fatal flaw, and then he has guessed, that payment still 
Ahead. And that it has given then, at the first meeting, will seem a trifle 
In comparison with that was necessary to it in the future. In close, very close 
The future. Such close, that it smothered fear, as a pillow on the person. 
        On that party of death it was the man. Here from it there was a phantom 
In a toy body. proruha has turned from a decrepit witch to the blossoming 
The woman full of destructive force. 
        Its medallion has got intolerable dangerous shine. It blinded and 
Simultaneously hypnotised. The rabbit did not try to run away. Where it could get to 
From it vsepronikajushchego influence which has subordinated to its another's plan, 
Incomprehensible in the mean completeness? Probably, all has begun much 
Earlier, than he thought. Whether it was free before was dragged on 
Crossroads with the raked belly? He knew answers or thought, that knew. 
And from it to it only became worse. 
        Now more than ever, he felt a toy – but 
This time not blind destiny, and quite defined beings. The owner. It 
The word has replaced too become outdated and too noble for a hell such 
Regenerations a word "God". Besides, and the word "toy" meant something 
Almost innocent. Perhaps, in language of a nightmare to it followed name itself 
The thing allocated with ability to think, suffer and feel fear. As 
Name, it will not help to avoid that to it is prepared. 
        The following some hours it has remembered badly, as though all 
Occurred at the bottom of a muddy reservoir where the sunlight does not get almost, 
Where it is difficult to breathe and uvjazaesh in silt, and to emerge it is impossible, because a head 
Has turned to a hollow stone in which there was a dried up reason. 
        It seems, proruha has sent it behind other necessary thing, and, leaving for 
Door, he has found out this thing. The thing has not had time to leave far. All same 
Big and mannish, it stood in darkness on a ladder platform. It 
Did not breathe, though the life has been locked in it, as the child in the filled up mine, – 
Without the slightest chances of rescue. 
        To one to deliver a thing in apartment to it was not under force, and proruha 
Has helped it. Together they have entered a thing into a bathroom, have undressed, have put on the tiled 
Floor, and proruha was accepted to job. 
        By the morning the bath was filled with blood and something else, and the model was ready. 
The boy "has put on" it and has gone with proruhoj on its affairs. It enough 
Has quickly accustomed, though in it there was no its merit not in the least. It 
Simply was obedient. To drag a model it has appeared not more difficultly, than own 
The shade, only this shade surrounded from different directions. A difference in sizes, as 
Strange, had no value. He even felt somewhat 
More protected as if has put on an armour, but it lasted not for long and could cost 
To it a life. 
        He has played distracting role in fight proruhi with so strong 
The sorcerer also has taken blow up. More correctly, it has substituted it under blow, and 
Before it managed to make the way to other well protected Devil's Piece, 
Comprising vital force of the enemy, a model has irreparably suffered. 
        Fight looked something unreal though occurred against 
Realities, the truth, faded, as the bored old wall-paper, lost taste, 
Freshness, paints, aroma. The reality has saved only the obligatory 
Partial presence – a certain reminder on invariable templates of death, 
To which any display of force sooner or later should be adjusted, 
Got a false idea live. 
        All began in city streets, under accompaniment of the automobile 
Sirens, and the wind was felt as blows of wings of bats, and the sun was 
The intricate hieroglyph what for sliding on the sky, and rare trees 
Tried to keep shades – hands stuck out of the earth, but shades were pulled out from 
Clumsy fingers also rushed, penetrating bodies, filling with their madness, forcing 
Things to die definitively, and the darkness insisted on returning... 

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        So the thing has executed the mission, and it again became small and 
The weak. Since then in its breast there was a hole opposite to heart and more any more 
Grew. Through this hole thread proruhi, along which it has been passed 
Could go – as if blinded by a blizzard made the way through snow-covered ruins. 
It asked a question that there is a life in which there is nothing the, except 
Consciousness points – regret and hopelessness centres. 
        There was a day when as he has wrongly solved, it managed to escape from 
proruhi. It reminded an old fairy tale on the terrible house of a witch in the dense 
To wood where lost the way children expect the fate – to be eaten. And it 
For a long time already felt eaten – there, at a crossroads. But it not 
Has changed awful essence of expectation. 
        And here it went on a city labyrinth, and a hole to breasts as though 
It was tightened by a web, and the web shivered, publishing the most silent music on light. 
Music comprised a certain echo of a former life and former love – now, 
Certainly, impossible. It went to the woman because of whom already has died once. 
        He has seen it in square where they once walked often together. It 
Has grown old, wrinkles have laid down under eyes. It held for a hand of the boy. It 
Looked as the person who vainly tries to find rest and for the sake of it 
It is ready to deceive even itself. 
        It has opened a mouth and has silently cried, that the pain has not broken off it on 
Pieces. That which he liked more lives, has been absolutely inaccessible. It 
Became the coeval of own son. 
        It has caught its sight – she has with watchfulness looked in its party. 
Should be, has seen something frightening: the dwarf who has fallen asleep with an awful grimace 
On the person and mad eyes. The dwarf, instead of the child. And at the same time 
It had an inexplicable presentiment, that she whence knows it and 
Will remember this fleeting meeting to the death. It radiated a pain 
Also infected with suffering, it has been somehow connected with old, hardly tightened 
Wound in its heart. The shade has fallen from the past. And something has returned. Has blossomed, 
As if a black flower, having filled all body the pernicious aroma, a skin 
Has become flabby, hair entirely grey-haired, bones the fragile. The old age has come 
Suddenly, as the snow which has dropped out for a night... 
        And he has understood, as this meeting has occurred not at its will. Only still 
One torture – it is possible, last. However, he does not learn what for. The world was 
It is arranged so, that some questions – the most important – remain without answers. 
The world of sufferings, fault, fear, emptiness, loneliness. From all it there was no place 
To hide, except as in death. But he has refused last haven. 
        That is, it had no place to disappear. proruha, taken away the saving 
The love, at the same time having taken away and death, wriggled at it behind the back, rejoiced 
To the found successor, but, probably, it too was only someone's 
Thing. 
        It zadergalsja, as if the animal crippled by exact blow, however 
It was not resistance – only convulsive reaction, and then it again 
Slow, inevitable, obedient movement has seized. 
        It was expected by""childhood"in which end he, maybe, will see, 
As with whom he will play in their the first will die decrepit old men 
Games. And more it was expected by "mother" who has given him this life and has brought to 
Doors in a hell. He did not wish to go with it further away. 
        But it was necessary. 

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